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uefb · 1 year

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Chapter Three of The Riot Act link

In which Theseus is a good brother, Helios (dad) is both the most perfect father for Newt and also the most hopeless; and in which Helios foreshadows something about Theseus just as Theseus finally realises that his father’s history with their uncle is not quite as healthy as it seems. (Newt meanwhile, only opens his mouth to talk about creatures; but we at least end with a little sunny domesticity.)

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Just as they slipped out of the Academy’s enchanted front gates, however, Theseus spotted a brilliant burst of silver moving toward them at speed. He locked the exit behind them and then waited until the patronus swooped down. It was a great, tall stork, and it immediately pulled Newt—who had been staring at a rusted crane on the loading dock—up short, for Theseus knew he was very aware this was their father’s patronus.

The giant bird opened its mouth and out spilled Helios’ voice, as warm as usual but thrumming with a not insignificant bit of worry:

“Theseus, Newt’s visiting. However, I’ve somehow - um - I’ve somehow managed to lose him. I usually keep a tracking spell on him in London but I pulled it off tonight when he went to bed, and my usual seeking spell isn’t working either, so I’ve frankly no idea where to start. Could really use your skills before I go about contacting the DMLE or — Merlin help me — your mother. I ought to have asked him if he was all right before I left. He seemed off when we got home — he hugged me, Theseus, for god’s sake! — but, since I’m a perfectly idiotic father, here we are... Please come to the flat. At once, if you can. Please. Just– Thanks, Sailor.”

Newt groaned at the very moment Theseus grinned, and he lowered a gentle hand to clasp him firmly at the shoulder.

“Well, that’s one thing off our list, eh? Finding Dad.”

His little brother managed a jerky nod as the stork faded and dissolved like mist in the night.

“Take a breath and breathe through it, Newt—you and Minny are coming side-along.”

Newt raised the hand not clutching the cat’s basket to grip fiercely at Theseus’ elbow, and Theseus heard him pull in a deep breath through his nose just as he turned on his heel—

They disappeared with an impressively quiet pop—the barely-there hiss of an oil wick forgotten in the rain—and reappeared seconds later on the permanently disillusioned floorboard of the third floor landing in their father’s building, just down the hall from his flat.

Theseus tugged Newt along, even as the child gagged on his own apparition-swallowed spit, humming with displeasure and untying the basket to ensure Minny was in one piece after the apparition, too. (She was. But Theseus couldn’t help but notice—particularly when Newt pulled his hand back out with a strangled ‘Bugger!’ and legitimate scowl—she was, nevertheless, clearly not happy about it.)

“Here we are, then,” Theseus muttered when he stopped them in front of a door, where the name H.Scamander was pasted just beneath the number. He looked down at Newt and suggested quietly, “Now, you probably just took about ten years off his life. So I’d recommend another deep breath and then just breathing through whatever happens, hm?”

Theseus pulled Newt’s nervous hand away from where he’d been unconsciously rubbing his wrist up and down the buttons of his coat, and then tapped lightly at the door.

A half second passed before it was flung open loud and wide to reveal Helios, hair thoroughly mussed from running hands through it repeatedly, wand behind an ear... He was half-dressed in work clothes and half in pyjamas, so it was obvious he’d found Newt gone partway through his evening routine.

For a long moment, their father only looked from one boy to the other, face melting with an expression of utmost relief before building back up to a smile.

Theseus ushered Newt forward and their father stepped back to let them in.

“Newt,” he finally breathed, and he scanned him up and down, checking him for all his limbs.

#fic: the riot act #my stuff #Theseus Scamander #newt Scamander #oc ch: helios scamander #autistic Newt scamander #Scamander brothers #fantastic beasts fanfic

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gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley · 1 year

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The Boy and The Magpie - Nargles In Your Hair (2) [G.W. x Metamorphmagus!Reader]

Summary: Reader summons her Patronus during a Dumbledore’s Army session, what comes out baffles George.

Word count: 2.06k

Warnings: angst, brief mentions of pulling out your own hair(not detailed don’t worry!)

a/n: lord this has been the most passionate i’ve ever been for writing.

you should totallyyyy listen to this song at around 2:05 when u reach the sad part. kinda enhances the angst ngl!!!!! (ok fine i admit i looped this song while writing the angsty part)

Ever since that encounter in the forbidden forest, you found yourself returning to that spot at the crack of dusk every day in hopes of reliving the moment you and George had. You yearned for his gentle touch and to be cooed words of affirmation. However, he never came. You still waited for him, nevertheless. Your heart was screaming for him. At the crook of dusk, you sang a tune-- a ballad of passion; a deep, fiery passion for him. Your one-bird orchestra echoed through the woods, hoping to reach him one night. You hoped that one day, you would find him humming your tune.

Eventually, these nights of singing took a physical toll on you. You sung for hours and only came back to your dorm before the crack of dawn whilst Luna was sound asleep. Your eyes had begun to sink in and your speech eventually started becoming incoherent and slurred, much like a man who had one too many pints of beer. You were perfectly sober, however. Your performance in class dropped, costing Ravenclaw one too many points whenever Snape called you up to answer his question when you slept in his classes. You felt awful, for lack of better word.

One day, during a Dumbledore’s Army session, George finally took notice of your fatigue. You were waving your wand sloppily, which was highly uncharacteristic of you. You kept mispronouncing your spells. That day, they would backfire on you every time you tried to conjure up a spell, which caused your hair to fry at the tips. Were you becoming another Seamus? You shuddered at the thought. In a fit of frustration, you stormed off to a corner in of the room of requirement while no one was paying attention. Luna was too caught up in perfecting her Patronus charm to notice your absence by her side. George, however, had his eyes on you the entire time. He jumped at the opportunity to be alone with you and excused himself from Fred and Ron who were too busy jinxing each other to acknowledge him taking his leave. He slowly made his way toward you, careful not to startle your reposed form. You were cradling yourself, half asleep while you gripped your wand in your right hand tightly. The white on your knuckles were showing. George sat down beside you and placed a warm hand on your shoulder.

“You alright, love? You look like a dementor had just kissed you.” George asked as worry laced his voice.

Your head shot up and you locked your gazes on each other. He wore a smile that could make the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You suddenly grew self-conscious of how you appeared as this was the first time George had looked at you up close; not as a bird-- but as you. After all, the tips of your hair were fried due to unfortunate circumstances while you were casting spells. You quickly patted down your hair which was sticking out every which way and straightened your posture. George stared at you, amused at how frantic you were to compose yourself. After you decided you were decent-looking enough, you looked back at him.

“I was um-- I was up reading,” You pursed your lips, “Yeah, I was up reading.” You twirled your crisp bits of fried hair in your finger which was something you did when you lied. You weren’t up reading, you were up serenading him from the deepest depths of the forbidden forest.

“You Ravenclaw lot really are special.” George laughed, amused at your confession.

A blush crept its way up to your face at his praise. You wanted more of it. You twirled your wand in between your fingers, restless. You were desperate to get yourself out of the situation you found yourself in. George was seated so close to you, you were shrouded in his scent. He smelled like honeysuckle bathed in deep undertones of sandalwood. Strangely, he smelled like home. You resisted the urge to rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you sat there in silence, watching as the rest of the people in the room casted spells. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. You were determined to impress him-- for his praise.

You raised your wand at an angle. You continuously flicked your wrist in small, circular, motions before gradually increasing the intensity of it. A small light started to grow at the tip of your wand as it wavered curiously as if it were contemplating whether to come out or not.

“Expecto--” Your arms started to swing in great circular motions above your head. The small spark at the tip of your wand grew into a gleaming heap of wonder. You closed your eyes, conjuring up the happiest memory in your memory bank; which was the evening George had picked you up in his hands.

“--Patronum!” You shouted with purpose.

A bright burst of blue light emanated from the corner in which the two of you were sat. A blue wave of light crashed throughout the room, like a tsunami. A brilliant magpie shot up into the air, flapping its wings magnificently like a phoenix in flight. It circled around your head, illuminating your face. It danced around in the air, greeting the others in the room with its presence. Heads were turned in your direction. Nobody in that room, except for Harry, had seen such a powerful Patronus charm. Fred and George looked at each other, bewildered at the spectacle. Hell, even the Harry James Potter himself was dumbfounded!

George turned to you, a new type of excitement in his eyes. It wasn’t the excitement he felt when he and Fred thought up of a new way to prank the whole school, no. It was the type of excitement one would feel when they found someone who was of the same calibre as them. George took your hands in his as his grin grew wider by the second. The smile lines on his face grew deeper as he stared into your eyes as they shone with wonder.

“Bloody hell, Y//N! Your Patronus is a magpie too?!”

“Surprisingly, yes!”

Truth be told, your Patronus had taken on the form of a magpie as you harbored deep, unchanging feelings for the boy. You were unaware of how this was possible, but it just happened. You were told of the possibilities of one’s Patronus changing over the course over a wizard or a witch’s life. This would be one secret you would take to your grave. It sounded like a muggle romance story, for some reason.

You were snapped back to reality as the warmth of George’s hands crept up your arm and made its way up to your cheeks. You were blushing, again. Quickly, you pried your hands out his gentle grip. The two of you sat there, sheepishly. Eventually, you warmed up to his radiating charm. The two of you talked and talked, losing track of time as you laughed at each other’s witty jokes until the session had ended.

Ever since that Dumbledore’s Army session, your wildest of dream came true. You grew closer with the twins, George especially. He would walk with you to the classes you had together and even walk you to the classes you didn’t share. Each walk to class had you learning more about him. You learnt of family background and his undying love for mischief. Life felt like a dream. The George Weasley you had pined for ever since Godric knows when, was finally in your life.

You reached a point in your life where you’d stop your nightly flights to the forbidden forest. You stopped satiating your wanderlust. The one true person you longed for was finally in your life and you savoured every moment of it.

However, you still kept him at a distance. Something was tugging at the back of your heart, and you dreaded it. You still had parts of you that you didn’t want him finding about, and you weren’t ready to risk facing the consequences of him doing so. You weren’t too keen on the love of your life finding out about your metamorphmagus origins. You weren’t keen on him discovering that you would transform into a magpie at night, singing a tune that you dedicated to him and him only. No. That would ruin everything. So, you stopped sharing little details about yourself with George. It left him out in the cold, confused.

George took note of your increasing distance from him. He would wrack his head with reasons as to why you would stop talking to him. Had he said something wrong? Did he style his hair in a way so kitsch you deemed him unworthy to be in your presence? Was he too overbearing? He was so deep in thought, Fred had to flick a rubber band to his forehead before words started to spill out of his ears.

“You alright there, mate? You haven’t been yourself lately.” Fred asked his younger twin, worried about his dispirited heart these days.

“No, Fred. I’m really worried about Y/N.” George grasped his forehead in his hands, feeling an incoming headache.

“Why not give her some space? I reckon she’s fed up with your tomfoolery.” Fred joked, trying to lift his younger twin’s spirits. He didn’t expect him to actually heed his advice.

“Maybe I will.”

From then on, George began to grow his fair share of distance from you. You felt cold, as if the life had been sucked out of you by a dementor. The finest of chocolates couldn’t pull you from the state of anguish you were in. His absence turned your world grey. You walked the hallways, alone. Each step was a lonesome waltz; wishing it were George who held you by the waist, guiding you. Your heart continuously ached, like the taut strings of a violin. He was no longer in your life all thanks to you. The voices all around you sounded like nothing but melancholic concertos that faded out into static noise. You were the soloist and your orchestra, George, was nowhere to be seen.

You found yourself stealing glances at him with a deep yearning in your eyes during the classes you had together. His laughter haunted the depths of your heart, yet soothed you; and it was the most beautiful thing you’ve heard your whole life. You were yearning for his smile, his voice, his anything. You just wanted him by your side. However, you were blocked out of his world by an invisible barrier he had put up. The hole in your heart grew deeper as each day without him went by.

One night, you found yourself finally unable to cope with his absence. You were on your bed, knees held close to you as you wept. Your hair was disheveled, a tell-tale sign that you had been pulling out your hair; like a bird in emotional distress. Luna walked into the room, shocked at the sight of her best friend. She quickly ran to your side and held you close to her. She rubbed your back gently as you sobbed into her shoulder.

“Y/N, nargles are flying around your head.” She whispered into your ear.

“It hurts so much, Luna!” you cried out, each syllable disrupted by a violent sob, “why did-- Why did George stop talking to me? Did I finally lose him?” You cried deeper into Luna’s shoulder as your breath hitched. She held you tighter as she twirled your hair, soothing you.

“It'll be okay, Y/N. My mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect. George will come back.” Luna said with the utmost sincerity.

Luna always knew how to coax you out of your dire times, and you truly were grateful for her. She was one more person you couldn’t bear to lose. You pulled away from her now tear-stained shoulder as you looked at her dead in the eye. You grasped her shoulders gently and pushed her dirty blonde locks out of her face. You searched her eyes for the sincerity she held oh so dearly in them.

“Promise you won’t leave me too?”

“I swear my life on it.”

[GIF not by me]

#george wealsey x reader #george weasley #george wealsey imagine #george weasley oneshot #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter imagine

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ameliathefatcat · 1 year

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Katie Bell Headcanons

Katherine ‘Katie’ Ruth Bell, was on May 6th 1979 to Arnold ‘Arnie’ and Judith Bell

Katie has two older brothers who are twins, David ‘Davy’ and Noah who are two years older then her

She’s a muggle born witch

The Bells are Jewish. They are not that religious. They only really go to shul for the holidays. They don’t keep kosher but they won’t eat pork or shellfish products

Growing up Katie loved playing soccer with her brothers. The Bell siblings were almost always outside playing soccer together

Everything for the Bell siblings growing up was a competition

When not playing or watching soccer Katie was playing with radios with Noah.

She has a scar on her hand from when she accidentally electrocuted herself while taking apart her Uncle Joe’s radio.

Katie’s room at home had posters of cute soccer players all of it.

It was shock to her family when Katie was told that she was a witch when she turned eleven.

Before she left for Hogwarts Davy and Noah gave Katie a copy of Quidditch Through The Ages as a going away gift

She read it and feel in love with quidditch

She’s really good friends with Cho Chang, both girls being super athletic they became quick friends

Katie and Cho would play soccer on the weekends together. As they got older and played for their house quidditch teams the two would joke about who’s better on the ground vs in the sky

Katie was the only Jewish student in her year and times felt she had to hide her Jewish identity

She tired and made the Gryffindor quidditch team in her second year

She almost immediately started to crush on the cute Captain Oliver Wood

Oliver was completely oblivious to her crush

For her bat mitzvah Judith gave Katie a Star of David necklace. Katie almost always wear the necklace

Katie struggle a lot in potions but was extremely talented in herbalogy

She has always been terrified of snakes and when the chamber of secrets was opened in her third year her fear grew

She spent a good amount of her third and fourth year trying to get Oliver to notice her as more then just one of the chasers

It did not work, Angelina told her that ‘Wood’s only love is quidditch and no one could change that’

Katie tried to date other guys though out her years at Hogwarts

In her fifth year she dated the Ravenclaw keeper Hugo Jackson

Cho warned about Jackson but Katie didn’t listen

She should have, the relationship ended when Jackson called Katie an antisemitic slur

Katie spent the summer before her sixth year comforting Cho after Cedric’s death

The first time Katie experienced antisemitism from an authority, figure was when she was given detention by Umbridge for leaving class early to go home for the high holidays

Umbridge told Katie that the new year wasn’t in the fall and she was making things up. Katie stood up for herself and was given a detention as soon as she got back to Hogwarts

She joined the DA

Her Patronus is humming bird

Before her last year at Hogwarts she give the opportunity to try out for the Holy Head Harpies. She was supposed to be a chaser after she graduated.

Those dreams were crushed after the cursed necklace

Katie was left permanently disabled after nearly being killed by cursed necklace

While recovering she reconnected with Oliver

She also got back into goofing around with radios

When Katie returned to Hogwarts she was using wheelchair to get around.

During the war she used her knowledge of radios to help Lee start Potterwatch

She used all of the radios Noah and Davy collected over the years to make Lee’s set up plus the radios other members of Potterwatch used

She wasn’t able to fight in BoH due to her disability

After the war she started to date Oliver

They married in 2000

They have an interfaith marriage

She did research in wheelchair sports and enjoyed during them very much.

Katie worried that she wouldn’t be able to get pregnant due to the curse.

She was able to get pregnant and give birth four times. She had Levi in 2000, Skye in 2002, Ethan in 2006, and Caleb in 2009

When kids were small they would ride on her lap pretending they were flying on a broom stick

All four of her kids are quidditch players. Her boys being Keepers like their father and her daughter being a seeker

Katie was so proud that Skye was able to play for the Holy Head Harpies. She also had to stop Oliver from disowning Skye for not playing for Puddlemere

Katie still loves quidditch even though she hasn’t been able to play since she was teenager.

#katie bell #harry potter #katie bell x Oliver wood #Oliver wood x katie bell #cho chang

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havroth-traveler · 11 months

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J3, moving beyond the script

The time to act was now. Hermione was about to be attacked by the troll. I had been low key preparing for this day for months. I had 2 tricks up my sleeves. When Filch shoved open the door and shouted about the troll I reached into my pocket and pulled on my ring and stepped away from the table. I was invisible, but not hidden. I moved around the room. I watched as the scene played out in front of me. Teachers left, with Hagrid to supervise the remaining students in the great hall. In all the noise of getting settled I cast the ventriloquism charm, and set my voice to be right next to harry. I watched as he realized his best friend was missing. I watched as he searched for her. I stood quietly as he called out for help. When he singled out the same 7th year who advised professor McGonagall, I got ready. I pulled out my time turner. Mine was stronger than the ones normally found her, but not kept in a protective bubble. When the young witch refused to help, I started moving. And whispering to Harry “This is Hogwarts, help will always be given to those who need it.” Harry stiffened, I saw it even from across the room. The 7th year suggested he snap his finger. “Take a moment, You know the Words of Power and Chaos” I was close to him. “Raise you hand” I whispered, “Say the words and help will be provided” I waited one hand ready to spin the time turner, the other ready to grab Harry's other hand to connect to the time turner. He raised his hand, took an audible breath and proclaimed “Happy Happy Boom Boom Swamp Swamp Swamp”. In a moment I brought his hand to my time turner, made a loud popping noise with my mouth and spun the time turner 1 turn back. In in instant the great hall emptied, and Harry flinched so hard he banged his shin into the bench that reappeared behind him. He spun around. I hid my time turner, and knelt before him. I removed my ring, and immediately reappeared. I watched Harry's eyes move to the clock, and he visibly relaxed. He had time, which meant he had time to question me. I was mostly able to explain that he isn’t the only person with a spinster wicket, and I was less prone to abusing mine than he was. We took a few minutes, and gathered our selves, and I tried my best to keep him focused on the problem at hand, the coming troll. We had 1 hour. We made good use of that hour. Both of us invisible, harry willing to wait until the crisis had passed. As we walked we discussed how to find Hermione. He finally suggested that we find someone who could cast a Patronus and have them worn her. “Ah, well you're in luck, your number one henchman happens to be able to cast just the spell” I knew harry stopped walking because the muttering stopped. “I overheard and saw somethings, and talked to Malfoy about it. I didn’t see yours but he can cast it, and with a little help I convinced him to show me”. I paced into an empty room, reappeared and cast the Patronus spell. Focusing on the happy thought of my friend and I spending a day on the river. The safety, the sense of belonging, and the desire to protect them. My Patronus a humming bird appeared. I focused on the thought of sharing my memory with Hermione and sent the humming bird to warn her, and find a teacher immediately, and bring back her response. Invisible Harry followed me as I followed my Patronus, gathering no small amount of stares, as other students flowed down towards the great hall. A few minutes later the scream of a dying cat echoed through the halls. We had time but a lot less. I turned to harry, who had reappeared when I wasn’t watching and was pulling a broom out of a bag. We jumped on, and I directed my Patronus to lead Harry to Hermione. We were fast, and the few minutes head start made all the difference. We got to her as she was standing next to a window of the 4th floor. The loud snuffing sounds of the troll came from a hallway between us. My Patronus disappeared. harry started flying even faster. we got between Hermione and the troll right as it burst through a class room door. It swiped at us and sent us careening sideways, into a wall. I managed to hold on and the broom kept going. Harry had one hand on the broom, and the other grabbed Hermione. The moment she was grabbed, I cast Protego, as we burst through the window.

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cyborg-martyr-wolf-monarch · 6 years

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Winter Hayle - Gryffindor

#marissa meyer #moodboard #character board #the lunar chronicles #tlc #the lunar chronicles moodboard #winter #winter hayle #winter moodboard #aesthetics #not my photos #my collage #hogwarts #winter house #gryffindor #patronus: humming bird

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they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon · 3 years

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Please Don’t Leave Me

Sirius Black x Reader Fluff

Words:1641

Warnings: Panic attacks, sad boy hours, two swear words

A/N: Got some Sirius comfort for you, also (Y/p) means “Your Patronus“

After how long you and Sirius had been friends you’ve developed a special bond, you would stay up late and talk, he found it so easy to talk to you and be vulnerable with you. He loved that you wouldn’t push him, or bring it up the next day, you just helped him how and when he needed it.

And after your chats you’d go with him go up to the marauders dorm and kiss him on the forehead and say one last “You’re safe” and he’d be able to sleep. No matter what time it was you’d be there for him. And the next day he would go back to being his flirty, confident self.

One day he had gotten a really bad letter from Walburga (You refuse to call her ‘Sirius’s mother’ or ‘his mum’ she doesn't get that right after what she’s done to him)

It was just after the dinner feast and the ancient most noble house of assholes’s ‘Bitch bird’ had flown off after Sirius untied the letter from his so called family, ripping it open, he just looked at the page for a bit, only half reading it before getting up and running from the great hall with his hand over his mouth to stop himself from crying. Merlin, he hates crying.

The group watched him leave, you and James looked at each other as if telepathically talking about who should go after him. The two of you knew the most about his trauma. You ended up going after him.

You knew exactly where he would be, on the 2nd floor in a little secret room that you and Sirius have practically claimed as yours. The marauders had found it while making the map, Sirius started to go there when he was overwhelmed with feelings, one day you had found him there, and you just sat together, and for the first time, he was ok with crying. That was the day he started to open up to you.

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“Siri?” walking in you saw him in the back corner. His head was buried in his knees, holding his hair so tight it would definitely be pulling some out and he was crying, the kind of crying where you feel like your suffocating, where you swear you’ll become dehydrated from all the tears, where no matter how much time passes that day your eyes will still be red.

You sat crossed legged next to him, didn’t move to touch him or talk first, after doing this for how long you had, you’ve picked up on what helped him best.

The main being, let him move first. Not only did it give him a bit to collect his thoughts but it made him feel more in control in a safe space. Growing up in his household he had no control on anything in his life and he was told to never show emotion as it showed weakness, told to sit straight, keep your head down and do as you're told, or else. So giving him a chance to feel and think and register that it is ok to show emotion and that he does have control of things.

He slowly started to shuffle over to you. Taking his hands from his hair and holding yours in one, and wrapping the other around his knees, he was still curled into himself and crying but he could breath now. It was a start.

Ever so slowly he leant on your side, you just held his hand in both of yours. After around five minutes he had gone from sitting in the back corner to leaning on your side and holding your hand. A year ago, he would be sitting alone, crying and hating himself.

He fully curled into your side, his other hand going looping around your arm and basically hugging it and he buried his head into your chest. Kissing his forehead you slowly move one hand from his and into his hair, running your fingers through it, making him melt into you.

The two of you sat there for a while, just holding him and humming to yourself, he always liked the small vibration it made in your chest.

You both just sat there calmly, blocking out the world, you had no clue how much time had passed. In this room, you were in your own world. There were no obligations to be anything other than yourself, you didn’t have to worry about school work or ‘family’ or anything, you could just exist.

You’ve even brought pillows and blankets to the room so you could sleep there overnight, when leaving the room was too much for him.

Peter had asked why you guys didn’t just go to the room of requirements. The room of requirements isn’t just for you and Sirius, everyone could get into it, only you and the marauders knew about this room. It was hidden behind a statue in the back of a corner of a dead end hallway no one else really went to. Other than to snog for ten minutes before class.

Taking your hand from his hair, you grab your wand and look up to the roof for a moment before looking back at Sirius and smiling softly.

“Expecto Patronum”

A thin wisp of silver poured from your wand and hovered like mist before you before moving off around the room transforming into a (Y/p) and continuing to play around the room.

“Wha’d you think of?” Sirius mumbled watching the wispy animal dance around the room, since he mumbled it into your shoulder it sounded a bit more like ‘whadyoinkoff’ but you got the jist of it.

“When I met you” Putting your wand back in your robes, you rake your fingers through his hair again.

Sirius lightly scoffed “Don’t lie, surely that’s not one of your most happy memories that you can cast a corporeal patronus. We met because me and the boys pranked you and got you sent to the hospital”

“Trust me, I remember, and adore that day”

“Why?”

“Well, for start I met you four, and for the two days I was in the hospital wing, a certain boy with majestic hair, perfect grey eyes, and bad jokes” you tilt your head slightly so you could see his face a bit better

“Hey! My jokes are amazing and you love them” he scrunched his nose up with a tiny smile

“Yeah, yeah, anyway this amazing person sat with me until Poppy would kick him out, cause he felt bad”

“I like that memory too” he sighs, your patronus had vanished at that point, as you had stopped focusing on it, but it had done its job, it made him feel better. It always made him feel better. Which is why you were able to cast it.

Sirius had calmed way down to the point he was a puddle on your side. “You’re all melty” you smile resting your head on his and he hummed in agreement and a small head nod.

You stayed like this for a little longer but your arm started to fall asleep “Siri, I love you, but my arm is ‘bout to fall off. So why don’t we take these obnoxious capes off and cuddle with the blankets and pillows?”

He nodded again moving off you (rather reluctantly) before giving you a little smirk “Sounds like you just want me to take my clothes off”

With a sigh, a smile, and a shake off your head you throw your cape to the other wall “Sirius, I will leave” You joke, before quickly realizing now was not the time for that kind of joke, you had just got a bit distracted as he was joking as he does when he’s feeling alright, before you can ‘fix’ what you said he grabbed your wrist a stressed look on his face.

“Please don’t leave me”

“’s ok love, I’m not going anywhere” you give him a soft smile, moving over to the pile of blankets and pillows in the corner, grabbing some and making a nest like bed pulling one of the softest blankets up.

“Come here” you open your arm and pull the blanket back and he basically leaps next to you and attaches to your side like a koala.

You give a soft chuckle, shifting so you're comfortable, Sirius basically engulfs you, tangling his legs with yours, his head resting on your chest so he can hear your gentle heartbeat, while you wrap your arms around him holding him close, making him feel safe. Keeping him safe.

“You're not gonna leave, right?” he mumbles, eyes drooping “I’m not going anywhere”

“You’ll keep me safe?” he yawns “I’ll always keep you safe”

“And you love me?” “I love you so much” “I love you too”

“Sleep now Siri, I’ll be here, keeping you safe, and I do so cause I love you” He slowly nods falling asleep in your arms.

You were finally about to doze off yourself when there was a soft knock and the door cracked open, James’s head popping around it “He ok?” he whispered “He’s ok now, if you wake him up, I will hex you into the next millennium” you whisper back

James just nodded and slowly closed the door, he knew how much you loved his brother and didn’t want to disturb that. He left smiling with the picture of a calm, sleeping Sirius, with a small smile on his lips.

Bonus:

“Who 's that?” Sirius grumbled going to move, but you gently moved his head back to where it was. “Was just James” “Should I say bye to im’ tomorrow? For wakin’ me up?” “Yes,” you smile “now shh, go back to sleep, I’ve got you”

He just nodded and fell back asleep as you did shortly after.

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hogwartswelcomesyou · 7 years

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Hi, I was scrolling through your patronus analysis masterpost, and I was wondering if you could do a Hufflepuff with a hummingbird patronus? (It's not on the list, I checked) please and thanks

Hummingbirds are small, dainty birds, and love to seek nectar from hundreds of flowers a day, and make a sweet musical noises from their tiny wings flapping like mad. When a hummingbird flaps their wings, they go in an infinity symbol, which symbolizes eternity and continuing on. There are over 340 species, and they can fly upside down!

Having this gorgeous little bird as your patronus suggests you find comfort in moving quickly and always looking for something better. You like to be done with things quickly, which sometimes means you don’t devote all the attention you need to. Schoolwork has always been rushed to get it done so you can go have fun instead, and so has anything you can rush, like some video games, you rush through the dialogue to get to the game, and then by the end, you’ve missed lots of small details and you need to start again. The Hummingbird reminds you that going fast in life is fine, as is making noise as you go, but sometimes you do need to slow down and enjoy this ride that life is. The Hummingbird may live the fast life, and it seeks the sweet things in life, and so do you, but make sure to check in with yourself too.

-Hufflepuff Mod Star

#humming bird #patronus #hufflepuff pride

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loyally-unfaithful · 4 years

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—; say lend me a coat ?

word count: 1246

pairing: upgraded connor | rk900 x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: the days become shorter and the nights longer, the wind stronger, biting at your flesh. autumn will soon pass and detroit will welcome winter once more. as the fireplace crackles, ember dancing wildly, you snuggle against your partner, excited for what this new season will bring.

a/n: heyyyyy, it’s been a while since my last fic, yea? school’s been kicking me in the arse, so why not seek affection from fictional characters? sounds like a swell plan. just wanted to write a short fic w nines,,, there was no defined plot in my head ajdhksdjkd any and all feedbacks are appreciated ^^

when you opened your eyes, the sky was a dark sable, signaling you that it was late in the evenings, if not nearing dawn. you blinked blearily and rubbed your eyes, clearing your vision by just a fraction. you watched the flames dance in the fireplace, listening to it crackle.

only now do you notice the soft knitted blanket that embraced your frame, keeping you comfortably warm. the blanket you don’t remember falling asleep in. you smiled softly, fuzzy feeling in your heart knowing your boyfriend placed it on you. such a mundane thing, yet it manages to create such a warm feeling.

you sat up, carefully wrapping the blanket around you, cocooning yourself in the warmth. you took a comfortable sigh basking in the cosy atmosphere, when the soft click of a glass being placed on a surface startled you, making you yelp softly.

« you’re awake. »

dulcet voice immediately calming you down. turning around, you barely make out nines’ silhouette by the dining table. the only thing confirming his presence was his soothingly pleasant voice and the led that shone softly, illuminating his immediate surroundings in a calm and ethereal blue. he approached you with purposeful strides and seated himself besides you, while you quietly watched his graceful gait. how did you snag such an stunning man?

« it’s still dark, you should go back to sleep my love. he says, in that honeyed voice that you so adored. – what… what time is it? you asked between a yawn. he cocked his head slightly to left. – it’s still 6:37 am, still plenty of time to rest. »

you hummed mindlessly before shucking off your blanket, cringing at the slight cold. « i wanna watch the sunrise. » he raised a brow, face unreadable besides for the slight change. « the others will be worried if they noticed that we disappeared. – they’ll be fine. you said nonchalantly, dragging the last word. plus they’ve got connor. » nines watched you silently, led turning but still a captivating cobalt. you waited patiently, watching the soft red orange hues permeating from the fireplace and the delicate sapphire from the android bounce off of each other.

« there’s no way for me to convince you otherwise is there? »

finally breaking the silence, you answered him with a enthusiastic shake of the head and a jovial « nope » as you hopped off the recliner. you made your way to the shoe storage, eagerly grabbing your boots and dashing for the front door.

« don’t forget your… coat. » nines sighed. you slipped away before he could’ve finished his sentence. his careless human. did you not realise that you could get sick? he gingerly put on his coat and slipped on his boots before going out to catch up to you. meeting you a little bit out in the trail, he reprimanded you about your lack of sense of self-preservation. at least you had half a mind to wear a scarf. you brushed off the comment, shooting a quick « we’ll miss it if we go back » as you followed the predetermined path. the man besides you exhaled softly, taking your hand, wrapping your cold one in warmth.

you both walked alongside each other, both peacefully quiet, the soft hooting of owls and the chirping of birds who roused from their slumber. it was connor’s suggestion to take a breather out of the city, and you had to admit that it was a lovely ideas. nice to be away from the suffocatingly loud ambiance of the city and go out to the refreshing peripheries. the soft crunch of snow under you accompanied you two until you reached a forest clearing at the end of the passage: an open area slightly elevated from where the cottage stood, with a lake in the middle, separating one side from the other.

you gaped at the magnificent sight, the shimmering waters adorned with trees. you stood by the edge and took in the sight, tranquil smile gracing your face. one nines loved. one that he couldn’t help but mirror. you glanced up at the ebony sky, a few stars still visible. the stressful and busy city life that consumed you all, the many reminders that told you that this planet is decaying, all these pessimistic factors. it was hard to remember that nature still has beauty to offer, if one were to look for it hard enough. like here. looking to the other side, which you assumed could be reached by following a different trail, you wistfully thought out loud: « do you think i’d see my patronus on the other side of the lake? »

your partner glanced at you briefly before replying: « i don’t think i recognise that reference. » you chuckle at his response before casually shaking your head, mumbling a « nevermind. » you peered back at the heavens, unhooking your fingers from his (much to his chagrin), to cup your hands before you and breathe hot air on it, numb hands searching for heat. you shivered slightly, sneezing, as the cold finally got to you. you reflexively wrapped your arms around yourself to conserve heat when a weight settled on your shoulder, warm fabric draped over you.

« take my jacket, it’s cold outside. »

his velvety voice, pleasant as always, cut through the silence, and you took the coat graciously, thanking him as you sniffled.

you continued to sniffle softly, the cold making your nose itchy, as you watched the vast stygian sky is slowly imbued, filled, by a radiant light. the caliginous sky progressively turning lighter, from a stark black to a luminescent heather. the sun slowly rose, irradiating the woods. the snow under your boot glimmering under the soft light. the star announcing daybreak, the dawn of a new day.

« it’s beautiful isn’t it? you wondered. – i must admit it is quite a splendid sight. he mused. » you casually leant on your partner, who wrapped an arm around you as you rested your eyes. if you listened closely, you could hear the calming thrum of his “heart”. nuzzling closer into him, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he cradled you. you were glad that you got to spend yet another wonderful day him. a sudden but delicate cold landed upon your features, bringing you out of your idyllic contemplation. the new day brought upon fresh snowfall, snowflakes landing gently around you.

« nines look! you exclaimed happily, snow! » he watched you adoringly as you splayed out your hands trying to catch the snow, staring happily at the white particles. you glanced back at him, grinning. you were astonished at the sight of his gentle smile—eyes crinkling slightly—trademark immaculate hair was uncharacteristically unruly as it swayed gently with the wind, sharp features contrasted with the soft morning light. a sight almost as rare as snow in 2041 caused you to smile even brighter.

you both basked in the sunlight for a few moments, as close as humanly possible to each other, appreciating the serene weather when a particularly unkind gust of wind made your boyfriend suggest that you both make your way back to the cottage, lest you catch a cold. you were more than compliant, frigid and aching body begging to go back to the cosy and warm haven. as you walked back down the trail, hand in hand, you announced: « i wanna sleep now… »

a statement that nines rolled his eyes to, smile still plastered on both of your faces. « don’t make me say i told you so. »

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ephvmervls · 3 years

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caradoc dearborn.

he was born august 31st, 1957

his parents were strict, and didnt pay much attention to him- he had no siblings

his parents werent actively death eaters, though werent exactly agaisnt them, sort of neutral agreeing somewhat with both sides

his favourite food is sugar quills

his favourite person is Benjy Fenwick who he met when he was three, they were inseperable and for sure soulmates

he was sorted into hufflepuff

he discovered that he was asexual when he was 14, and told benjy who assured him it was okay

he was also very close with edgar bones, joseph lupin and julia lupin

he was an amazing drawer, people would always ask him to draw things for them

he was biromantic

he loves when people play with his hair, it completly relaxes him

he LOVES cuddles, not getting much affection when he was younger except from benjy, he always finds a friend to curl up beside

hes the sweetest person youll meet but if you hurt his friends (especially benjy) he will end you in a second, being very skilled in DADA

his boggart is losing benjy

his patronus is a humming bird

he graduated hogwarts in 1975

as soon as he graduated he joined the order of the phoenix along with benjy and edgar, as well as training to be an auror

on may 29th, 1976, he went on a mission for the order, but he never came back.

he was pressumed dead after his bloody clothes were found whwre he was supposed to be, and his wamd, broken.

they never found a body to bury, even though benjy never gave up looking until he died years later.

fancast: suraj sharma

^^link to my fic about my oc julia lupin, which caradoc is featured in :)

#harry potter #marauders fanfiction #harry potter marauders #caradoc dearborn

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monsieur-hadrien · 3 years

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The Fragile Balance Between Darkness and Light - Drarry Oneshot

1.4k words, 26 October 2020

Draco worries when Harry doesn't come back home after practice, so he goes to find him.

Crossposted on AO3, What I listened to while writing

It’s not often that Draco wakes up to an empty bed, not since the middle of 8th year. Not without prior warning, at least. Harry is usually quite good about letting him know when he won’t be coming home. Whether he’s away for a visit to Aunt Andromeda’s to visit his godson or for out-of-town quidditch matches that end a bit too late for apparition to be safe, Harry always lets Draco know when he doesn't need to wait up for him. Which is why Draco worries for his other half when he wakes in the middle of the night to Harry’s side of the bed (the left side, obviously) empty and cold.

***

It’s not often that Harry doesn’t want to fall asleep, not since the middle of 8th year. Not without reason, at least. Draco is usually quite good at calming his anxiety around sleep. Whether it be listening to him talk about his dark, locked cupboard at the Dursleys or about his death, how at first it felt like the light had been swallowed by a black hole that would take him next. Draco always knows when Harry needs to talk and when he just needs to be held as if nothing could ever hurt him again. Which is why Harry worries for his other half as he sits on the battered seat of a swing at the Little Whinging Community Park (abandoned at this time of night, obviously) alone and cold.

***

Draco doesn’t wait around for Harry to come to their room. He exits and moves to the sitting room of Grimmauld Place where he glances at the grandfather clock with the names of their jigsaw family against the wall: it was a gift from Molly and Arthur for their wedding, a gift that had Harry in tears. Thankfully, Draco sees that Harry’s name is not on “mortal peril.” Harry’s clock hand is firmly in the middle of “lost.”

That’s okay, Draco thinks to himself. I can work with that.

***

Harry hears the light pop of apparition to the side of him. Turning, he finds Draco stalking toward him, his blonde hair unmistakable even in the dim, orange light of the streetlamps. At seeing his face, Harry can see Draco let out a strained sigh of relief. His lips turn up at that; it’s nice to be cared about that much, even if he feels terrible about making Draco worry.

The second Draco reaches his husband, Harry finds himself enveloped in a tight hug, which he wastes no time melting into.

“You gave me a bit of a heart attack, love,” Draco murmurs to Harry’s head that’s currently buried in the nape of his neck.

“‘M sorry,” Harry mumbles, nestling closer to the blonde. Why he thought he could pass up nightly cuddles, he doesn’t know. A travesty, that would have been.

“I’m just glad you’re alright,” Draco sighs, not even able to feel mad at that moment. He runs his fingers through Harry’s bird's nest of hair. “We will have to talk about this when we get home, though.”

Harry tenses in Draco’s arms. “Can we talk about it in the morning?”

“Well, if you want to get specific, it’s 3 A.M. So, yeah we can talk about when we get home.”

Harry doesn’t answer, but he hopped down from the swing (his feet didn’t touch the ground while he was sitting. If he didn’t look so miserable, Draco would have told him how adorable he looked) and wraps his arms around Draco’s waist in a death grip, waiting for the unpleasant squeeze of apparition.

***

Harry’s arms are still around Draco when they apparate into the living room, eyes squeezed tight shut, forehead resting atop his husband’s chest. Draco gently quizzes back before suggesting to him, “How about I get some calming drought and I meet you in our room.”

In response, Harry constricts his arms tighter around Draco’s waist and shakes his head vehemently. “‘M donneed that.”

“Tea then?”

Draco knows Harry never says no to tea.

A few beats pass before Harry nods his head, curls bouncing next to his ears. “Stay with you, though.”

As Draco prepares two mugs of chamomile tea, Harry stays no farther than an arm’s length away, watching his every move like a small kitten. While the tea steeps, Harry seizes the opportunity to hug Draco from the side. The other takes this in stride, wrapping one hand around his waist and the other tracing patterns on top of Harry's scarred hand.

I must not tell lies. What hippogriff shit, Draco thinks. Anybody who knows Harry at all knows that he would never lie without a reason, much less to harm someone. In his heart of hearts, Draco wholly believes that his husband doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body.

It’s because of this that Draco cannot find it within himself to be angry with Harry, even if he did manage to nearly send him into a full-blown panic. While he may be remarkably reckless, he would never intentionally worry or hurt Draco. But Harry did worry him, and by the (not completely abnormal but definitely over-the-top) clinginess he’s displaying, - not that Draco minds - Harry is feeling incredibly guilty.

Which is why the first thing Draco says after the two settle onto their bed, legs crossed, tea in hand, is, “I’m not cross with you.”

The reaction is immediate; Harry lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I’m still sorry, though. I should have told you where I was,” he murmurs softly, eyes fixed on his mug.

“I would rather you tell me why you felt the need to run all of a sudden. Have your nightmares been worse recently?” Draco hadn’t noticed anything himself, but he can’t rule out the possibility of missing something. While his walls have come down in the past few years, Harry can be quite good at hiding his emotions when he feels he needs to.

Thankfully, Harry shakes his head. “No. It was something at practice today.”

Draco doesn’t say anything. He begins tracing shapes on Harry’s thigh with his free hand, encouraging him to talk when he feels ready. Harry has a far-away look in his eyes as he states, impassive, “I went to that park a lot when I was at the Dursleys’, you know. Nobody came looking for me there.”

He pauses. Then, with white-knuckle grip, Harry brings his mug to his lips with two hands, taking a long sip before beginning, “A bludger hit me in the back of the head. It’s happened a million times before, so I'm not sure why this time it was different.” His voice cracks, barely noticeable over his whispering tone, but Draco catches it. “Then my vision went dark and I couldn't breathe. Thankfully I wasn’t too high up, ‘cause I crashed on my broom.”

Harry stutters, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, “I-I don’t know why, but it felt like I was trapped in the cupboard again. I know it wasn’t real, but I could hear Uncle Vernon calling me an unlovable freak and Dudley jumping on the stairs above me.” He lets out something between a sob and a laugh, sniffling, “Gods, I think I’m going insane.” In one large gulp, Harry finishes his tea in choked embarrassment, tears leaving stains on his dark cheeks.

Draco wastes no time removing Harry’s mug from his hands, setting both of theirs aside on the bedside table, and pulling his husband into a warm hug. He brings his lips to Harry’s temple, giving him a kiss before he whispers into his ear, “You’re not going insane, and you’re not a freak or unloveable. I love you.”

And with that, the dam breaks. Draco holds Harry like that as he cries, rubbing his back in comfort while alternating between phrases of, “It’s okay, love,” and, “I love you.”

They stay like that until Harry’s breath becomes more steady. Neither of them knows exactly what time it is, but they’re both knackered. Draco knows Harry would probably be too embarrassed to ask, so Draco queries, “Would you like a light on tonight?”

Harry, being the stubborn git he is, shakes his head fiercely while blushing. “I don’t need a nightlight, Draco.”

“I know you don’t, my love.” Draco smiles when Harry mopes. He doesn’t protest, however, when Draco summons his patronus, and the comforting hum of magic from the small, blue doe lulls them both to sleep.

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miss-choco-chips · 4 years

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Put a ring on it 2

Gonna drop this here super quick and then go back to cram for my finals. Who allowed me to schedule six finals in one week? I’m gonna die. Pray for me.

Tagging @jedissica ‘cause they asked me to, and @animemangasoul who I think will like this.

---.---

-Batman, here we are. It’s been a while since you last called an emergency meeting. Is everything okay?

-Were you aware that our children eloped together?

-...what.

-As in, my third kid, your first one, Diana’s second, and Barry’s… grandchild. I’m not exactly sure about who married who, but there was more than one wedding and they have a group chat called ‘hubbies and waifu’. Whatever that means.

-...

-That’s my girl. I always told her, go big or go home.

-Diana, no.

----.----

Cassie’s phone went off again with her specific Diana ringtone, and she gave up, turning it off and throwing it on the pile with Kon’s, Bart’s and Tim’s (the last one had four all by himself, so it was quite a big ‘phone tower’; Hah, pun intended).

-You’re gonna freak out so badly over this when you actually wake up -she informed Tim’s fluffy hair.

Said vigilante only released a cute little snore, face buried on her lap, legs thrown over Kon’s, one hand that had fallen from the couch resting on Bart’s head where he sat on the floor in front of them.

-Well, they were going to find out one way or another. And this was probably among the best scenarios.

-How? I’m sure this one was top five on Tim’s ‘worst case’ nightmare list.

-I was there and saw their faces. I didn’t even know Batman could express any emotion other than ‘cold’ and ‘overflowing with rage’. That image will bring me joy in future distressing times, I’m sure. My patronus memory, if you will.

-I’m soooooooo jealous, dude.

Cassie snorted, carefully not moving an inch, fingers cradling through Tim’s hair. Over her dead body would he ever cut it, now that it was finally long enough to make itty tiny braids all over it, her favorite therapeutic iddle work.

-We’ll make Tim give us footage when he wakes up. He has to provide for us, after all.

Kon let his arm, resting on the backrest of the couch, fall over Cassie’s shoulders- Be sure to include footage from after we left, too. Nightwing’s ‘As in more than one?!’ part was solid gold.

-No kidding, I want that as my ringtone for you and Tim -chimed in Bart, carefully moving Tim’s hand back to the couch and then running to the kitchen- Ice cream?

-Do you even need to ask?

---.----

By the time Tim woke up, the hero gossip network had done it’s thing, and almost everyone with a costume was aware of the news. Even Cissie, who was officially retired, and Zachary Zatara, away on his shows and usually out of reach, had called, the first one to offer congratulations and ask if the thing was real emotionally-wise, the second to just laugh at them for full six minutes before hanging up.

He did text them later, asking when the celebration ceremony would be.

-It’s not a bad idea -mused Cassie, showing them her phone screen with the magician’s text- a party, I mean.

Tim, from his place working a case on the Titan’s main computer, tuted- Batman might actually kill me for that. I think we’ve survived this far only because there are no written records making this official, and a part of him must think it’s all some elaborate prank.

-It’s not -insisted Bart, head poking out of the kitchen- we are family now, officially. No take backs.

Their Robin shifted in place just enough for them to see his smile, a gift on itself- I know, guys, and the sentiment is much appreciated. But from a legal standpoint, it’s not that different from what a few kids on a playground could do while playing family. Only place this could stand against judgement would be the future, some ancient Amazonian tribe, or Krypton.

-Doesn’t matter, as long as it’s true for us. And, I mean, we didn’t want to cut your options if you ever wanted to actually get married the classic way.

This time, their bird actually turned around, a warmth on his expression that he usually reserved for his team. It made them feel special like nothing else.

-Yeah, I know. Thank you for that. It was really considerated.

As if they would drag Tim into something like legal marriage without previous consent. The fact that he even felt the need to thank them for showing him basic human decency was making their blood boil with the need to punch a bat on the face.

Kon flew over, the high chair preventing him from draping himself on his best friend’s back, but not from hugging his neck and messing his hair.

-Back at my point -cleared her throat the amazonian-, your former mentor can suck my metaphorical Freudian dick. We could throw a party, and it would only be different from a normal one because marriage celebrations include gifts, which I’m totally for. I haven’t seen Zatara, Cissie, Greta and Anita in a while, and Miguel, Raven and Gar might murder us for not telling them about our plans and not making it up to them with a party. No ‘adults’ out of the ones on team, or mentors, invited, enough alcohol to re-drown Atlantis, fancy food bought with Bat’s credit card…

-You are right, it does sound kinda nice -hummed Kon, floating just out of Tim’s range when former Wonder Boy tried to slap his hands away. Silly bat, always denying affection.

-All in favor?

-I don’t know -giving up, Tim went back to his case files- I have a lot to do this days, and there’s a lead that might take me to Asia…

-Isn’t Cass there? Ask her to take over it for you, as a marriage present or something. C’mon Tim, do it for the gifts. Imagine what Zatara might get for us. So crash.

-If it’s a magical object, I won't want it anywhere near me. We bats don’t have the best track record with that stuff, and I swear to god if I get deaged I would use my non-prosecutable age to murder someone. Probably Zatara himself.

-Adorable as that might be, it totally won’t happen.

----.----

-....can you repeat it one more time? Slower, though. I think I’m getting hearing problems.

Raven, through the video call connecting the Cave with the Tower, didn’t seem fazed by Nightwing’s slightly threatening tone.

-I said, the team had a party, everyone got drunk, and it was fine for a while. I was watching over them, but then I needed to use the restroom. When I got back, someone had gotten ahold of Zachary’s gift for Tim, Cassie, Kon and Bart, and…

-Why for those four? -asked Hood, standing right by N’s side. He had came in during Raven’s first explanation, and felt like there was something he was missing.

-It was a marriage gift. Moving on…

-A what?! Since when is Lil Red married? The fuck happened while I was in Russia?!

-...someone had gotten ahold of the gift -Raven kept going, cool as a cucumber. On the background behind her, teen heroes were running back and forth, people were screaming and something was smoking-, which happened to be some sort of magical artifact. Zachary wasn’t really aware of what it did, he just randomly choose it from among his collection of magical tools when he remembered at the last possible time a gift was mandatory for a wedding party. I returned from the bathroom and everything was a mess, the couch was turned upside down, a pipe had burst, the tv was on fire and Tim had been de aged.

There was a battle scream, in a distinctly childish voice, somewhere on the room out of view of the camera, and Raven’s eyes left the screen for a second as if looking at it.

-Was that Red Robin? -Batman, because of course he was listening in, started typing at the console, frantically trying to get a new angle to see what was going on on the Tower.

-He’s unharmed, and everything is under control.

Another scream, this time louder.

-...that didn’t sound under control -mused Dick, apparently still processing the information. Bruce typed faster. Robin gripped his sword tighter, as if readying himself for a war.

Jason still looked utterly lost.

-Marriage? She said marriage? AND YOU ASSHOLES KNEW ‘BOUT THIS?!

-He’s… throwing a tantrum -the woman ignored him, still looking only at her former leader-. Something about using his age to kill Zatara without being convicted. I’ll need to leave now, I only called to ask you to take over Tim’s cases while we solve this issue.

-Wait! Rae, if Timmy’s a kid, he needs to be with us. We are his family, it’s our jurisdiction.

A green bird suddenly landed on her shoulder, halthing whatever response she might give. Gar pecked her on the cheek lightly before turning his beak their direction.

-Husbands and Wives get priority, N, you know that. Cassie, Kon and Bart are looking after him, and keeping him from killing Zachary, while the rest of us research how to turn him back. Zach is actually trying to contact his cousin, maybe the great Zatanna will quicken this process. So, yeah, no Bats allowed on the Tower until then!

-But/!

A loud crash, followed by a wail, made Gar wince and Raven’s head to snap to the side and growl.

-Whelp, gotta go, Tower out! -a ‘Tim!’ could be heard in the background just before the screen went dark.

-...

-...Anyone gonna fill me in?

-Drake eloped thrice over without informing us and has been living in sinful unworthiness with his three partners since last month or so, that we know about. Probably more.

-...Partners?

-You heard her. The speedster, clone and amazonian.

-...

-Dickie, how t’fuck did ya allow’is to happen?!

-IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS ASKED FOR MY BLESSING, JASON!

-B, what the utter hell, ain’t ya supposed to keep track of this kinda shit?!?

-...

-Don’t bother, Father has been broken since learning of Drake’s mistake, and will go unresponsive at the most inconvenient times.

-...

-Fuck, I need a drink. Also, ’m going there.

-You heard Gar, Jay -pointed out Dick- we can’t just walk in there, and the Tower is legally his. We have to be smart about this, plan this through, and/

-Yeah, no, he said ‘no bats’-gesturing at his gun holsters, he started to walk to where his bike was parked-. RIP ya’ll, but I’m different. See ya.

-...

-Tt. Useless. I’ll go back to training. Father, Grayson, should you two, as the plebeians say, ‘snap out of it’ and come with a good plan to get Drake back under our tutelage, I’ll be by the mats waiting.

-...

-...Don’t look at me like that. I raised him for a few months tops, but he’s your kid, not mine. Same with Tim, and Jason’s entirely your fault.

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Meanwhile, back at the Tower, Kon let out a screeching ‘Tim!’ before diving out and catching the baby bird in his arms, halting his fall from the ceiling rafters where he had been climbing. Behind him, Cassie let out a relieved breath.

-God’s above, you almost gave me a heart attack. Okay, new ground rules, this two little feet stay on the ground.

Tim, as proudly as a three year old toddler could, frowned at him.

-Don’t patwonize me, Kon. And lemme go, I havta cacth Zac/ Zat/… Magic-boy.

Bart materialized by their side, arms looping below Tim’s armpints to carry him to the recently put back to its correct place couch. He dropped there, tiny bird in his lap, cooing all the while.

-Aww, you’re precious.

-I could still huwt you -pointed out the toddler, resigning himself at being manhandled.

-I know -replied Bart lovingly, softly stroking his turf of hair.

Somewhere on the side, Cissie clapped her hands, as if getting rid of the dust there.

-Okay, I putted out the fire, so now I’ll be heading home. This magical bullshit is way out of my ‘retired’ comfort zone.

Cassie landed by her side and gave her a quick hug, while Greta walked up to them- I understand, thanks for coming.

-Give us a call when this is solved, we can have a coffee while you complain about your husbands. And… child, now, I guess. God, it was already weird calling Tim your husband, but now he’s a baby and it's doubly weird. Figure this out quickly.

-Will do. See you guys later.

One by one, they all left, some offering their support (appreciated, but not needed, thank you, we’ll manage), some still laughing. In the end, only the Core Four, Gar, Raven and Miguel remained. Zachary probably was there somewhere (if he dared leave without helping them fix this, he was dead meat), but out of the enraged toddler’s sight, which. Wise.

Even if said little human being was pint sized and cow eyed, he was probably still the most dangerous person in the room, unarmed or not (you know what, scratch that; if time with Tim taught them anything, was that no bat was ever unarmed. Even bare handed, their own bodies were weapons).

-...So... What should we do while we wait for Zatara’s solution?

-I vote movie night. It’s not like we can keep on drinking, with a kid in the room/ Auch! Pointy elbows, Tim!

Kon swooped in, picking Tim from Bart’s not invulnerable lap and cuddling to him on the couch by the speedster’s side. Tim knew better than to hit the Boy of Steel without proper equipment, so he let himself fall back against the broad chest. Cassie, talking to the older members of the team on the side, smiled softly at them before returning to her conversation.

As mad as his current situation made him, Tim couldn’t bring himself to pout too much. It had been a fun night, all things considered.

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#Tim Drake #kon el kent #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #bruce wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #young justice #teen titans #core four #crack wedding #Don't know what I'm doing hahaha #don't have an excuse i'm just procastinating from studying for my finals #gonna be dead by next week so enjoy this folks #i did this instead of studying #my writing #No edit we die like women

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pointedly-foolish · 4 years

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[ ѕαч lєnd mє α cσαt? ]

word count: 1246

pairing: upgraded connor | rk900 x gn!reader

genre: fluff

« you’re awake. »

« there’s no way for me to convince you otherwise is there? »

« take my jacket, it’s cold outside. »

his velvety voice, pleasant as always, cut through the silence, and you took the coat graciously, thanking him as you sniffled.

a statement that nines rolled his eyes to, smile still plastered on both of your faces. « don’t make me say i told you so. »

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havroth-traveler · 11 months

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J3 hpmor

Weeks flowed by. I was working hard for what was to come. I used the room of requirement every weekend, and every evening featured me at the Slytherin casting range. Practicing Lumos, Somnium, and Expeliarmus. I was getting better. I also worked with Andel in some empty class rooms, how to dodge spells and working my way to Protégo. I was by no means a gifted, but hard work pays off. When needs that Bellatrix had escaped I joined Neville and My general with Cedric for dueling practices.

A few weeks later the battle on the roof top happened. Then Hermione and her friends started fighting bullies. Things escalated as they always did. This was when I approached Draco about needing help with a spell. He was snide, about it. But when I mentioned I just wanted to learn a Sliver of what Harry had shown him, he looked smug and asked for details. I explained that I wanted to see if I could do a Patronus too. I quickly hurried to explain that I saw the light of Harry's Patronus from under a door and and assumed that he was showing Draco when he walked past a while later. "I'm good at skulking" I said with a shrug. And so I was sure I could cast a Humming Bird Patronus and have deliver messages and a few other things.

Finally the big show down with the bullies happened. It went down exactly as it did in the books. I was starting to worry that Dumbledore would risk everything to be sure the timeline wouldn't change. It would be so so so easy to do nothing as the story played out. I had to spend days time turned pondering on what > would want for me to do. The suffering of children is nothing to sneeze at, but binding the dark lord and a stable future would be better in the long run.

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tobinputaringonit · 5 years

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Pls do USWNT patronus, Becky is our cat-tian

Becky - a cougar. They represent leadership, confidence, wisdom and many other qualities that I believe Becky possesses.

Christen - a Humming bird because they can adapt to anything, and fight while still having a playful and light spirit. Much like our beautiful Press

Sonnet and O'Hara - Coyote. Coyotes are viewed as playful and tricksters, but have a hidden wisdom. Given that these two are the most chaotic of the bunch, I felt this was fitting

Pinoe and Alex Morgan - a lion because of their strength, courage and assertiveness. Pinoe, Morgan and lions are relentless fighters.

Here are all the Dog Patronus's:

Rose Lavelle and Dahlkemper - golden retriever because they're even tempered, intelligent and affectionate. They're playful, yet gentle.

Mal Pugh - a bulldog because they're charming and affectionate much like Mal. They are considered, and I quote "brawny little powerhouses that exude great strength, stability and vigor."

Tierna Davidson - a Greyhound because she seems very reserved. Greyhounds are very gentle and very quiet.

Sam Mewis and Lindsey Horan - lab retriever because they're both sturdy, solid, and have very expressive eyes and an energetic nature.

Ertz and Dunn - Jack Russel Terrier because they're fun, energetic, and hard workers.

Tobin - a bear due to her strength and confidence. Much like Tobin, bears are feared and admired for their strength. They provide courage and a stable foundation to face challenges

Naeher and AD: an owl because of their intuition. Owls symbolize the ability to cut through illusions and see the real meaning of someone’s action or state of mind. As goalies, they have to anticipate actions and moves rather quickly, and often catch on and react before anybody else.

Allie Long and Ashlyn Harris - a fox. They're responsive and cunning, with trickster qualities.

Carli Lloyd - a black panther because of their subtle power. Panthers represent someone who is content to keep to themselves. They listen closely, but only share just enough information to keep curious minds content.

Ali Krieger - a jaguar because they're all about reclaiming your inner power. They're passionate, confident and embrace change with grace and dignity.

Mo Brian - a turtle. They represent determination, persistence, being grounded, pacing yourself, and growing confidence.

#uswnt #us women's national team #us womens soccer #uswntedit #uswnt meme #uswntsoccer #uswnt victory tour

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harmonie-writes · 5 years

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Spells and Quirks pt. 1

BNHA x Harry Potter crossover - Midoriya x witch reader

Key: (y/h) = your house, (y/p) = your patronus, (y/h/c) = your house color, (y/h/e) = your house emblem

AN: You are a fifth year at Hogwarts, I believe that you start attending school at the age of 11? You would be around the same age as 1-A so roughly 15-16. Things in italics will be recaps and internal thoughts. This is will be a long series, and I’m not sure how many parts yet but there will be more action in later parts! I just have to get everything set up! (:

Warnings: wizard type cursing, cursing (cough Bakugou looking at you)

Spells and Quirks Introduction I Spells and Quirks pt. 2

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Recap:

“I believe you asked for these?” You hand Midoriya the glasses and put your wand back into your boot. This boy is shocked and flustered, shaking hand moving to take the glasses from yours. “I think that I was wrong about the fire bases quirk earlier…” Midoriya answers. Both you and Uraraka are sharing the same splitting smile as you can see the gears in both boys heads start turning.

“You’re a witch aren’t you?”

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Iida looked like he was about to faint, but Midoriya continued to stare at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. Leaning forward slightly you pressed your index finger onto the bottom of his chin closing it. “You don’t want to catch flies do you?” you smiled while he tried to hide his now hot face. “This is a, um.. surprising?” Midoriya was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that actual witches and wizards do exist.

Getting it together, he quickly pulled out his hero notebook and was erasing some of his previous assumptions he made about your “quirk”. Midoriya started spouting questions that you weren’t given time to answer because he quickly thought of another one; this turned into his usual muttering. “Is.. is this normal?” you whispered while leaning away from Midoriya and back to Uraraka who was trying to stifle her laughter. Choking down the laugh, “Ah, yeah yeah this is just normal Midoriya for you,” Uraraka managed to reply.

-Iida.exe back online- Snapping out of his own thoughts on this unveiling Iida managed to get a question out. “You’re a witch.” “Yes.” “So, much like we have hero schools, you have um, magic schools?” “Yes.” “These one worded answers are barely answering my questions!” Iida gestured with his hands to get you to further elaborate. “I know, but Uraraka mentioned something before about how you do wild things with your hands and I wanted to see if that was true to any situation. So far I would say yes.” You grinned at the fact that you threw your friend under the bus for the idea. “I do not move my hands wildly.” Iida stated all while doing frantic hand gestures, and you just stared at his hands.

“Anyway... well yeah, we have schools that teach young witches and wizards. The school I attend is well known in the wizarding community, it’s known as Hogwarts. As a first year you get sorted into a house based on the Sorting Hats choosing.” “Wait, wait, wait... you get placed..by a hat?..” Iida asked incredulously. Both boys gave you a look like you grew a second head. “Well it’s complicated but this hat openly speaks on your character traits and also takes into consideration your own opinion on a house you might be placed into,” listing on your fingers, “There are four houses Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Gryffindors are known for their bravery, Slytherin are cunning, Ravenclaw are intelligent and Hufflepuff are loyal but that doesn’t mean that their traits don’t overlap with each other.”

Midoriya and Iida both looked at your uniform emblem. “So what house are you apart of then?” Midoriya asked while continuing to scribble the information you described into his notebook. “Oh, I’m a part of (y/h), and it’s my fifth year at Hogwarts!” “Your fifth year?!” “Well we start attending Hogwarts when we are 11, and then graduate when we are 18,” you stated as if this was obvious.

Midoriya stopped writing for a minute and looked up at you, his flushed face gone and trying to figure out this puzzle. “If there is this large community why haven’t we ever seen anything wizard like?” Midoriya gave you this look that had a vibe of “I want to know more about your world!”

Letting a breath out through your nose you answered, “The Ministry of Magic keeps the wizarding world a secret from muggles because they don’t understand, but that doesn’t mean every muggle doesn’t. Muggles typically think they see things and are going crazy which is why things are the way they are.”

Uraraka glances at the clock and sees the late time. “It’s almost curfew guys,” she states looking towards the guys, “we can continue discussing this more tomorrow, and (Y/N) you can meet the rest of the class tomorrow. Just remember we can’t tell them she is a witch.” Nodding the guys say good night and leave the dorm. “Aizawa knows you are staying here for a couple days and I have already filled out your visitors forum,” Uraraka gives a you tired smile.

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Sunshine started pouring in through the crack in the window into your eyes. Scrunching up your nose at the sudden light you try blinking away the sleep. You look up from your cot on the floor at Uraraka who is still out like a light. Just for good measure you get up and poke her cheek, “Bloody hell... I was going to ask where the washroom is.” Going toward your trunk by the dresser you pull out a pair of jeans, sweater, towel, wand (you never go anywhere without it) and other necessities you’ll need. “I guess I will have to find it by myself,” you chuckle to yourself taking a look over your shoulder at your best friend. Shaking your head you head to the door and open it quietly. It’s still early and you hope no one is awake yet. Seeing that all the doors are closed and it’s quiet you slip into the hall. Shivering slightly at the cold floor you close the door softly to not wake your friend. Walking past some doors you find the washroom towards the end of the hall and walk in to get ready for the day. Unbeknownst to you, a door that was already creaked open now knows of your presence and how you are not one of the students. Tip-toeing towards the women’s washroom he is stopped by the sound of crackling. “It’s too early for your shit sticky hair,” grumbles a frustrated blonde who was heading towards the men’s.

“Ah, come on Bakugou. There’s a girl here!” Mineta practically drooled while holding a shaking hand towards the women’s. “No shit there’s a girl. We have a co-ed dorm you dumbass,” the blonde huffs and lets out another small pop from his hands. Successfully spooking the perv back into his dorm. Making sure that his door closed Bakugou continued on with his morning routine.

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Uraraka woke up to the sound of her dorm room closing and see her friend re-enter. “Ah.. I forgot how much of an early bird you were,” Uraraka stretched hearing the satisfying pop come from her shoulders and back. “No, you just sleep like the dead,” you laugh at her bed head. “Alright, alright fine maybe you’re right,” she gives, “let me get ready and we can go downstairs and make breakfast.” Giving a nod you slip you wand into your boot.

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Walking into the kitchen you see that Midoriya and Todoroki are sitting at the island with tea. “Good morning,” both you and Uraraka greeted the two. “Good morning,” Midoriya smiled back, although it was more towards you. Todoroki hummed a response and gave Midoriya a slight eyebrow raise asking the question of “who’s the girl?” Walking up to Todoroki you stuck your hand out with a small smile, “Hi, I’m (Y/N), I’m Uraraka’s friend.” “Todoroki, it’s nice to meet you,” he gave a polite smile and released your hand. Todoroki was pleased that you didn’t make too big of a deal about his hair or eyes.

“Would either of you like some tea?” Nodding you sat down in the seat next to Midoriya while Uraraka went to find food for both of you. “So Midoriya, Todoroki how many of you live in the dorms?” you asked so you could prep yourself for all the new names and faces you’d have to remember. “Twenty of us, and you already know four,” Midoriya stated. “There is one person who is invisible, floating clothes are normal here,” Todoroki looked at you, “If you don’t mind me asking, what is your quirk?” Stiffening ever so slightly the only person who noticed was Midoriya, but you still responded, “Oh, this is embarrassing,” you covered your face trying to buy time to think of an excuse, “well... I’m actually quirkless. I’m just here on holiday to visit.” Todoroki’s stare was intense (when is it not?), but he seemed to buy it. I guess it wasn’t a complete lie. I don’t have a quirk, but I’m not a muggle either.

“Todoroki what is your quirk?” trying to get the spotlight off you since you knew you would be stuck in it again later. “Half ice - Half fire quirk,” was his response. “That’s a cool quirk being able to have two,” you smile, you have no idea who is father is or his story. “I prefer to only use my right side,” Todoroki isn’t upset but there is a slight frown on his face. “Did I say something wrong?” leaning into whisper in Midoriya’s ear although Todoroki still heard. “No it’s fine its not important though,” the two toned male shook his head softly. “Ah, I’m still sorry if I said something that might have offended you,” you apologize giving him a small smile, Todoroki nods acknowledging it though.

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The five of you are sitting in the common room sharing stories (Iida is with you at this point), when you hear more voices making their way to the common room. Slightly panicked at being in a new setting your hand makes a fist in your lap, you trying steeling your nerves and Midoriya notices setting a hand on your shoulder giving it a small squeeze. You give him a shy smile appreciating the gesture. You know you have at least four people to help make you feel comfortable.

A group of five entered the common room, almost immediately all eyes fell on your figure on the couch. Everything fell silent for about two-seconds, giving a sheepish grin at the new people you waved. “Uh, hi?” you offered. The pink skinned girl ran up to you engulfing you in a large hug, “Ohmygod you are cute! I’m Mina!” A red-headed boy came to pry her death grip off you while giving you a sharp smile, “I’m Kirishima.” Once released you sucked in a breathe of much need air before responding, “I’m (Y/N).” Kirishima pointed over his shoulder at the other three, “The guy with black hair is Sero, the dude with the lightning bolt in his hair is Kaminari, and the angry blonde is Bakugou.” The guys known as Sero and Kaminari waved at you, which you reciprocated, but Bakugou just huffed and crossed his arms.

“So your round face’s friend that she has been talking about the last couple of days?” “Round face?” you questioned looking at your friend. “He gives everyone a nickname, and doesn’t call us by our actual name,” Uraraka whispered to you. “Oh,” looking at Bakugou, “yeah I’m her friend and I’m visiting for a few days.”

“I bet I have a stronger quirk than you,” Bakugou stated confidently. “Kacchan... she-” “Shut up shitty Deku! I wasn’t talking to you,” Bakugou glared at the greenette. “But I think it’s important that you know-” Midoriya tried again to cover for you. “Shut it Deku this doesn’t invol-.” Bakugou’s glared focused from Midoriya to you as you cut him off. “You obsolete dingbat! That’s no way to talk to a friend!” you stood up angered at the fact that your friend was being treated poorly. The room went quiet and all eyes looked at you and a fuming Bakugou whose palms were crackling.

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Cliffhanger until next time!

#dvoz-writes #bnha x reader #bnha #midoriya x reader #urakara ochako #todoroki shouto #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #iida tenya #mina ashido #spells and quirks #midoriya izuku #bnha fanfic #harry potter x bnha #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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marymacd · 4 years

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IF YOU TOUCH ME, I WON’T BE STILL.

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

“𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍.” - Allison Argent, Teen Wolf

“𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎.” - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔.” - Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

“𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.” - Eleanor Roosevelt, This Is My Story

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆." - Marina Tsvetaeva, Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Mary Anne Macdonald NICKNAMES: Mare, Mac (rarely, prefers Mary) AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: June 12th, 1959 GENDER: Cis female PRONOUNS: She/her

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: Lisa Macdonald (47), muggle nurse FATHER: Anthony Macdonald (49), muggle firefighter SIBLINGS: None

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Diana Silvers BUILD: Average height and noticeably thin. HAIR: Hangs down below her shoulders. Naturally wavy and usually with a little frizz, she doesn’t do much to it other than wash it every couple of days. Usually worn out, tends to only pulls it back when she’s doing physical activity. HAIR COLOR: Dark brown, was lighter in her youth. EYE COLOR: Light brown, with flecks of green. SKIN COLOR: Fair. DOMINANT HAND: Left, though somewhat proficient at using both. ANOMALIES: A jagged scar on the bottom of her right foot, acquired when she was nine and stood on shattered glass barefoot. Faint scars on one of her thighs. Freckles on her shoulders and her nose, particularly noticeable during summer. A small birthmark on her lower back. SCENT: Coconut, from the shampoo she uses. Old parchment when she comes home from work. Mint, from the gum she chews. ACCENT: East Coast Irish (Dublin). ALLERGIES: None. DISORDERS: Generalised anxiety & panic disorder. Since her attack, Mary has suffered from regular panic attacks. Though they have become more infrequent as the years have gone on, she still has them on occasion. She also experiences bouts of depression. FASHION: Whatever she finds comfortable. Loves oversized clothing. Sweaters all year round, button-up shirts and culottes. NERVOUS TICS: Chews her lips, picks at her nails, and taps her feet. QUIRKS: Hums her favourite songs when she’s working. Talks to her cat as though it were a person. Always double-checks she locked the door.

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: Plainview Point Apartments. BORN: Tallaght Hospital, Tallaght, Ireland. RAISED: Tallaght, Ireland. PETS: Childhood dog, Sonny. Currently owns a cat, Clyde, and has since she started Hogwarts. He’s a ginger cat, and quite temperamental, by Mary’s own admission.

CAREER: Junior Administrator at the Wizengamot. EXPERIENCE: Has been working in her current position for over a year and a half. EMPLOYER: The Ministry of Magic (Wizengamot).

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Aligned with the Order of the Phoenix. BELIEFS: Her father is Jewish, and her mother Roman Catholic, so Mary was raised with a mix of beliefs. Now, she considers herself agnostic, though mildly spiritual. MISDEMEANORS: None. FELONIES: None. DRUGS: None. SMOKES: No. ALCOHOL: Socially, preferred drink is an Irish Cream. DIET: Vegetarian. Mostly just eats whatever is left in her fridge when she gets home. If she can cobble together an entire meal, that’s a bonus.

LANGUAGES: English, some Hebrew.

PHOBIAS: Feeling helpless and out of control. The deaths of those closest to her. Being alone in the dark. HOBBIES: Reading, quidditch (formerly), football (formerly), knitting. TRAITS: { + }: intelligent, courageous, discreet, humorous, sensitive, stoic. { - }: tense, argumentative, cynical, reticent, self-righteous, diffident.

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: Her parents’ house in Tallaght. It’s the only place that still feels like home to her. SPORTS TEAM: Shamrock Rovers (football), Holyhead Harpies (quidditch). GAME: Monopoly. MUSIC: David Bowie, Elton John, The Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac. She owns a cassette player, gifted to her by her father. Every few months, he sends her a new mix tape to listen to, so she ‘can stay up to date on muggle music’ -- Mary listens to every one, and shares her taste in music with her father. MOVIES: Star Wars, Close Encounters of the Third Kind. FOOD: Chocolate frogs, pesto fettuccine. BEVERAGE: Butterbeer. COLOR: Crimson red.

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Gryffindor. WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): 11″ hazel wood with unicorn hair core, inflexible. AMORTENTIA: Freshly baked pastries, drying paint, and lavender. PATRONUS: A wild rabbit. BOGGART: Malcolm Mulciber.

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful neutral MBTI: INTP MBTI ROLE: The Logician. The Logician personality type is fairly rare, making up only three percent of the population, which is definitely a good thing for them, as there’s nothing they’d be more unhappy about than being “common”. Logicians pride themselves on their inventiveness and creativity, their unique perspective and vigorous intellect. Usually known as the philosopher, the architect, or the dreamy professor, Logicians have been responsible for many scientific discoveries throughout history. ENNEAGRAM: Type Six. ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Loyalist. The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. They can be cautious and indecisive, but also reactive, defiant and rebellious. They typically have problems with self-doubt and suspicion. At their Best: internally stable and self-reliant, courageously championing themselves and others. TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic. A melancholic personality leads to self-reliant individuals who are thoughtful, reserved, and often anxious. They often strive for perfection within themselves and their surroundings, which leads to tidy and detail oriented behaviour. WESTERN ZODIAC: Gemini. Adaptable, versatile, communicative, witty, intellectual, eloquent, youthful, lively, nervous, tense, superficial, inconsistent, cunning, and inquisitive. CHINESE ZODIAC: Year of the Pig. Pigs are diligent, compassionate, and generous. They have great concentration: once they set a goal, they will devote all their energy to achieving it. Though Pigs rarely seek help from others, they will not refuse to give others a hand. Pigs never suspect trickery, so they are easily fooled. PRIMAL SIGN: Cricket. Crickets are intellectuals who like to explore and experiment with new ideas and theories. Unlike similarly intellectual signs, like the Seal, members of this sign are very polite in social situations and like nothing more than getting into a theoretical discussion about something scientific or otherwise cerebral. For this reason, this sign is often that of self-proclaimed “nerds”, but most Crickets are simply too likeable for such a derisive label. TAROT CARD: The Devil, The Lovers. TV TROPES: broken bird badass bookworm mage born of muggles deadpan snarker vengeance denied

SONGS: 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 But if you touch me I'll lash out. Don't fuck with me. If I must, you know I will. I'm not your prey, I'm not your kill.

𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒚 'Cause I don't need anyone I don't need anyone I just need everyone and then some

𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒔, 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆 This dream isn't feeling sweet We're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone It feels so scary, getting old

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔, 𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒌𝒊 One morning this sadness will fossilize And I will forget how to cry I'll keep going to work and you won't see a change Save perhaps a slight gray in my eye

𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 Don't get too close It's dark inside It's where my demons hide

IDEOLOGIES:

Just because someone speaks the loudest, doesn’t meant they’re right.

White chocolate isn’t really chocolate.

Sometimes, it’s okay to take justice into your own hands.

Pineapple absolutely does not belong on pizza.

You can’t take care of others if you are unable to take care of yourself first.

Trust must be earned, and second chances shouldn’t be given out easily.

Everybody has a sense of humour, it just might not be the same as your own.

#&& mary.#one eternity later #also pls don't @me for using a teen wolf quote #dulcetask

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