#i fondly remember the time my friend and i made muffins for our class

[madamescarlette]

I wanted to go through and do an entire written out version of this tag, so here 'tis! Would love to see your responses too if you want to join in <3

(Fair warning that is rather a long post so feel free to hit J on your keyboard to skip to the next thing on your dash with no hard feelings!)

share your favorite memory of this year.

GIRL just ONE?!? I don’t really pick out singular one all-time best memories from across the year, so I’ll give you a chain of really bright good ones instead:

My friends and I went to this conference in the spring that was almost entirely working professionals except for us, so when we first got there it was quite silly because we lowered the median age by a good five years. We got name badges and everything and one of my friends said it felt like summer camp because of that, and after setting up all of our things we escaped to go eat all the free breakfast food, and when I started taking selfies with my muffins everyone else had to do the same, and I felt joy so vivid it was like an ember burning in my stomach.

There was one day this past November where after one of my meetings I was walking my friend over to the bus stop, and we emerged from the campus library for the first time in four hours, and I was trudging along under the slowly changing saplings that line the avenue beside our library and I looked up at the bright blue sky, and remarked on how blue it was. My friend looked up too, and she started fondly laughing, and she told me it was very indicative of my personality that ten minutes before we’d been grousing about class, but I was still noticing how lovely the sky was. It was luminescent and very good to be known so much.

I’ve been struggling with bitterness over a particular situation for the past few years, the kind of bitterness that’s mostly grief because I miss who I was before it all happened to me, and for a long, long while I couldn’t remember what had been so good that I would risk anything, especially my own peace and stillness to be near this person. I hadn’t seen them in a while, but during this poster presentation session that all of my senior class does, I caught a glimpse of them again, and I can’t tell you how…simple and sweet it felt to simply admit that they were beautiful again. It sounds like a funny thing to be grateful for, but when your memory has twisted something into only being painful, it’s an incredibly lovely thing to be able to remember something good about it again. I guess it was kind of like absolving myself from the past, to know there was a reason why I reached out and why I paid the price, that these things don’t necessarily need to be worth it but it was something good that I at least tried. And I will stop being cryptic and leave it there. It was such an answer to my prayers and I will never stop being thankful for it.

Over the summer, there was one day where my grandmother pulled out these GIANT shrimp that she had had hidden away in her freezer, and asked my mom to figure out something to do with them. My mom landed on making gumbo, and it became a quest for the entire household to make this one stew— my grandma kept pulling vegetables from all these hidden corners, my brother and I were sent out to find extra supplies, and afterwards when we all sat down and ate it together, the whole room was suffused in this gentle golden light of early summer evening, happy and content and revived by being near each other and keeping company in this full silence.

2. what was the highlight of your year?

I can’t lie to you and say that it was anything but my graduation! It was five strange twist-y wind-y years, but they are now settling like gems in the core of my being, and I am even now learning how to digest them all and convert them into what they’ve made me become. I’m very grateful, and very glad. It has meant so very much to me.

3. list the top five books you read this year.

In no particular order, just the ones that haunted me most are The Perilous Gard, Assassin’s Apprentice, Vespertine, Gaudy Night, and Magician’s Ward, with extra love to my reread of Goblin Emperor (always my beloved).

4. list the top five movies you watched this year.

Me, laughing nervously: haha don’t worry!! I’ve definitely watch five of those!!! (thankfully I have them written down otherwise I’d be LOST.)

The Batman, Gunpowder Milkshake, The Hundred-Foot Journey, The Thin Man, and let’s be real Sense & Sensibility (1995) which was a rewatch but I think I watched it no less than four times so it deserves a slot here for holding my hand so much.

5. list the top five tv series you binged this year.

THIS IS EVEN HARDER.

Probably…Blue Period (beloved to me), Extraordinary Attorney Woo (EVEN MORE BELOVED), the three seasons straight of The Nanny I watched in dark October/November, Ted Lasso, and most likely Wednesday once I’ve had time to sit with it. Extra shout-outs to the first seasons of Spy X Family and E.R. that I both watched and loved utterly.

6. what is the one new thing you discovered this year (could be a place/hobby/song etc)?

I finally!!! Learned to crochet!!! I’m so happy happy about it especially now that I have a little more time on my hands to actually make something with my hands! It makes me happy every time my eyes land on my hooks sitting on my desk.

7. top three albums that you played this year?

I want to also make a separate post on this (even though it will be useful to like…one person maybe) but: Who Cares? – Rex Orange County, PREP – Prep (yes ik they really had to reach for that one), and obviously Midnights – TS. (Special shout-out to Nurture – Porter Robinson which is holding my hand in this time)

8. your spotify wrapped #1 song

Everything Goes On – Porter Robinson, my dear sweet friend of a song that’s held onto me throughout the wavering and ravening of the horrors this year! It’s all about learning to grieve something before it leaves you but not clouding the happiness of it while it’s still here and I really have needed to hear that so much.

9. your spotify wrapped top artist

Taylor, who else?

10. your personal song of the year.

Tbh it is exactly the same as the one I’ve got, especially since I am usually very aware of the top song that I have because I repeat them so much, and this one helped me so very much. I think I’ll say another one that felt like it reached out and gripped me in its teeth and made me get up again was Thank Me Later – Sigrid.

11. what is an achievement that you are proud of this year?

In all honesty, in the past 24 months I’ve had to do more technical writing than I really knew I was getting in for, but there is something extremely satisfying in being able to drop 5 disparate pieces of work in my grandmother’s lap and go look what I did!!! One of them is 61 pages long oh my!

12. what are your goals for the next year?

I think…not to lose the peace and stillness that this year has given me, also on the flipside not to become too complacent and still be the person who reaches out and accomplishes something. Also as always to become a better daughter and sister and friend and colleague because it is always easy for me to slip in those things if I’m not watching and I want to be watchful.

And I think more than anything else, I want to enjoy this widening horizon before me. I’ve said before that I feel like I’ve been in a long tunnel for a long time, and even though I was always headed towards the end, I made friends with the conductors and other passengers, so getting out of it feels like something strange and mysterious to me. I want to make sure that I make the most of it, go rolling through the fields and lying under the trees and wading in the ponds, and that I always find my way back to gratitude for being alive, because I never want to lose that.

13. any three book releases you are excited for next year.

Bold of you to assume that I pay enough attention to figure out what books are being released when! No but really, a lot of the books I was following were…concluded this year so I don’t have as long of a list anymore.

From looking at a list on Goodreads I was finally able to cherry-pick some, so. I did enjoy Sorcery of Thorns (though my true love in Margaret Rogerson’s books is far outpaced by Vespertine) so I’m excited for The Mysteries of Thorn Manor in January. There also seems to be…an Inheritance Games sequel? For some reason? And by golly I’ll read whatever nonsense plot is going on with those folks if only because I’m rooting for Jameson to go…anywhere else but here. PLUS oh man there’s going to be a new Holly Black set in Elfhame and boy if I won’t read every second of THAT.

14. any three upcoming movies/tv series that you are excited for next year.

SPIDERVERSE SPIDERVERSE SPIDERVERSE plus I have been very charmed by what I’ve seen of the DND movie so far PLUS Dune Part II is on its waaaay if all goes well and you know I love a finale!

15. if you could change one thing about the past year what would it be?

I don’t tend to like talking about changing serious things, because for my life it always feels like I’m being critical of what I have, and I’m trying to always find something to rejoice over what I’m living through! Not that’s bad to regret, it’s just that that’s a very easy way for my own spirit to waste away over and get stuck in a loop of what-if’s. I guess I would have liked to have gone back to my short hair in the summer like I wanted to, because my hair when it gets long always ends up feeling like dead weight to me now.

16. did you manage to stick to your new year's resolutions this year?

I haven’t really been making proper new year’s resolutions that past few years, they’re more like new year’s promises and things I want to carry with me in the new year. In looking for what I had written down, I think I’ll just. post them in full because why not?

Things for the new year:

Be so much of a person that you cannot be anything else.

Make a patchwork quilt of the truths you learn from other people. Know that they will be with you from now on, and be glad, dear heart.

Live with the juxtaposition of being a gatherer and a witness and yourself, your own true self through and through and naught else but that.

(I feel compelled to mention, since the true self is kind of a discoursed concept bandied about around these parts, that me going into last year was like a shelled out half-version of me, so part of my arc was being revived and coming back into myself and feeling like EDEN in all caps again!)

In life, at times you have to hold something that is bigger than you are, bigger than what can be fathomed, and eventually you have to let it go, and the letting go is what makes you into the person you are.

It's good to be good at at least one thing. Even if it's only a multitude of little one things. Like muffins, or remembering stories or dates, or singing one song in particular, or telling jokes. It stifles the heart to believe there is nothing you can do because you can't do it well. Getting started is harder than the doing. When you have the momentum of it, everything gets far, far simpler.

Sometimes, you are not here to tell them what to do. You're here to find people, and to know them, really know them, and sometimes it's worth its weight in gold just to know you live in someone else's brain, and they're glad as anything to know it, so be brave and tell them you care for them.

You shouldn't grieve things while they're still happening. You just end up grieving then twice over. But you can say goodbye, which is different from grieving. It's more like blowing a kiss than it is wrapping your arms around it, and lighter because of that.

To be decisive is sometimes the same thing as being kind.

Never be so funny you lose the muscle ability of being kind. It's an action you have to renew every time, and it can stagnate, as all other muscles do.

17. do you have any new year's resolutions for the next year?

Not really! They’ll be more like the above when I get sentimental enough on the eve, and they don’t like knocking on the door any earlier, alas!

18. favorite meme of the year?

I cannae lie, I’m a simple girl and I thought the PS5 in your mind meme was thee silliest funniest bit ever. Truly like the Palpatine Kermit egging you on to do something but turned up to an eleven and I loved every second of it.

19. which month was the most fun this year?

Ohhhhh probably May because it was like the world was coming back into color and I could finally take a breath for the first time in ten months and I really needed that!!

20. if you could tell yourself something at the beginning of this year based on what you know right now, what would it be?

I cannae lie to you all, I was getting already so tired out already by the beginning of this year and constantly losing my faith in myself, so if I could tell myself anything, it’s simply this: The strength that you look for will very often rise to you when you need it, and so your stewardship of yourself often looks more like making sure that you are rested up enough to be able to find that strength than it is mustering up that strength beforehand. It’s also that you can face things even when they seem insurmountable beforehand, but when there are people around who love you pretty much anything is possible.

21. favorite viral trend of the year?

Well babes I don’t know if I can pick (it’s Dracula Daily) there were so many fun and cute things that we all did together (Dracula memes were my lifeblood) so it’s so hard for me to settle on any favorites (I bought a copy of the book just for this)

22. list any three new things you learned this year (could be recipes, a new skill, etc.)

I made bagels from scratch one time and it was magical! I’m getting better and better at informal presentations and even formal ones! Also it wasn’t purely in this year but I’ve started becoming even better and better at shortbread so now I am lowkey my family’s Shortbread Queen and I’m THRILLED.

23. how would you describe your year in a word?

Hmmmm….bountiful, I think? There was just so much of it everywhere in all directions and I was overwhelmed but so so grateful so often. Also, determining, just in the sense that I think there was a lot that I went through that kind of cast my personality in a mold and made me face things I never thought I could but I actually can and did! Also just— comforting.

I’ve always been an anxious person, and in some ways that will never change, but there’s been something about this year and the last that have made me settle down like I never have before. It feels exciting to me at times, thinking that I’m the oldest I’ve ever been, but at the same time I had the happiest time this year kind of…learning to let the parts of me that didn’t get to live so much in my previous years get to run around and scream and read and sing and laugh and play to their hearts content, and with all of that happening it’s become so comforting to me, just to exist.

I can’t control a lot of things, I can’t really shelter anyone like I used to think I was built to do, but in the end I can figure out how to comfort myself when my melancholia wants me to sit at the edge of the tub and sob my eyes out, and I’m getting better and better at talking myself down from that and when I succeed, I can do a better job at being a comfort to those around me. In a lot of ways, that’s what I’ve come to believe my calling is— to learn how to be a comfort to myself, and through that, being a comfort to those who are near me.

And that's all, folks! Tag me if you want to fill this out, too!!

#i should really start an about me tag #about eden #:D

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The Third Year

Series Masterlist ||  Read on AO3

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapter Words:  7.290K 

Chapter Notes: Wanda x Reader friendship is here. And more about the world history. I’m pretty sure this is the last chapter where things are easy going. Just like Harry Potter, things start to get dark during four year. Good reading to everyone, i hope you like the story so far.

Tag list ( let me know if you want to be tagged or removed idk haha) @mionemymind​ / @abimess​ / @stephanieromanoff​ / @yourtaletotell​ / @tomy5girls​ / @justagaypanicking​ / @thegayw1tch​ / @idek-5​ // @myperfectlovepoem​ // @helloalycia​ // @ENSORCELLME // @AIMEZVOUSBRAHMS // @imapotatao​ / @aimezvousbrahms​/ @ensorcellme​/ @helloalycia // @ichala

//-// x //-// //-// x //-//

Your list of materials is much longer in the third year.

Tony complains that you shouldn't have taken so many classes, but you are so curious to explore the areas of magic that you can't help it.

This time, Mantis meets you in the diagonal alley. You were hoping to spend some time with Gamora and Nebula as well, but once you get a glimpse of their father, you know that's not going to happen.

Thanos is a tall, muscular man, and has a permanent aggressive look on his face. He also kept his hands on the shoulders of his two daughters while they were waiting to be attended to at Flourish and Blotts. You also noticed that your friends were wearing very beautiful and remarkably expensive dark green capes, and just like their father's outfit, they had a bundle of a silver snake. That was the first time you understood what Slytherin pride meant.

"He's scary." Mantis commented softly beside you. You nodded in agreement. Groot, who was a little bigger since you saw him last year, jumped on your shoulder, sitting next to your ear. You smiled at the creature before looking forward again.

You and Mantis were standing at the entrance of store, and saw your friends through the window. You gave up the idea of complementing them when you saw their father.

"Let's restock the potions list first, Mantis." You tell her. "Then we'll buy our books."

You meet Tony again at the Leaky Cauldron after you finish. He hides something from you quickly, but you are distracted by an apple muffin flying towards you, and you don't ask.

Bucky was staying at the Leaky Cauldron because his house had a magical accident. His father said something about a persistent spell flood. Since the rest of Bucky's family were muggle, only he and his father were staying there, solving the problem while Bucky's sisters were at his aunt's house.

Since everyone needed to buy the materials for the new school year, Tony asked you to join his friends when you were done buying your stuff.

After lunch with everyone, Mantis said goodbye to you, and you returned Groot to her hands.

You led her to the exit of the bar, but as you walked back to the table, a conversation caught your attention.

"I'm telling you, they saw him in Sokovia." A bearded man whispered. He looked so nervous, you couldn't help but pay attention. The woman standing next to him, a cup of a strange liquor in her hands, rolled her eyes.

"That's miles away, Thomas." She said. "If Korvac gets anywhere near London, the ministry will send him back to Azkaban in two seconds."

"He's already escaped once, Sara." You rebut the man. 

You frown at the conversation. Walking back, you have a thoughtful frown on your face, and Tony teases you.

You get distracted by Steve's jokes about the coming year, and forget all about it.

It's only after you've packed your bag, during dinner, that you remember.

"I heard something strange today." You say casually as Tony and your father dine beside you. "Some folks in the Leaky Cauldron were talking about someone escaping from Azkaban."

Your father chokes. Tony stares at you, and ducks his head when your father looks at him angrily. Howard gaze softens when he looks at you however.

"Honey, who told you that?"

You shrug.

"No one told me dad." You reply. "I ended up overhearing two strangers talking about it. I never knew about anyone escaping from Azkaban before, it seemed important."

Tony kicks you under the table, and you frown in confusion. Your father takes a deep breath.

"Honey, listen to me carefully, will you?" He begins, and you worry at his serious tone. "There are important things going on at Daddy's work. Things that could be dangerous." He says and you look at him in surprise. "You and your brother are too young to be getting into such matters, and I hope you will trust me to keep you both safe."

"Yes, dad." Tony assures, but you remain silent. A moment later, you add: 

"Daddy, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"No honey." He says taking back his fork. 

"It's okay to tell me what's going on, I won't be scared. I can help..."

"Enough!" He exclaims angrily punching the table. You jump lightly in your chair, startled. Your father doesn't look at you. "I don't want you to hear anything about this anymore. You two are children, and it's dangerous. Have I made myself clear?"

You look at Tony, but he is glaring at the plate in front of you. 

Swallowing the urge to cry, you get up, hurrying to run to your room.

Your father calls you several times, but you don't answer. 

A few minutes after you are in your bed, he appears in your room. His posture is much gentler than before, and he kneels down beside your bed.

"Honey, hey." He calls to you. You keep your face in the pillow, and he sighs. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." He says, and with your silence, he continues. "Can you forgive me?"

It takes a few seconds, but you look at him, and nod. Howard smiles faintly.

"You and your brother are the most important things in my life." He says fondly. "And I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me."

"Dad, you can't control what is in the rest of the world."

Your father chuckles lightly. 

"Yeah I know." He says. "Damn, I wanted you to stay a little girl forever, so you wouldn't be so smart."

You laugh, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"You're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?" You ask and your father sighs, looking away.

"It's nothing that will affect you honey." He says. "It's just problems of the magical world. I don't want you meddling in something like that. Not at this age."

You sit down on the bed next, raising your pinky to your father.

"I swear I won't pry into such business if you promise to tell me if things get serious enough for me to know."

Her father laughs, raising his own pinky then.

"I promise, kiddo."

You both laugh as you take the oath, and your father hugs you next. When he lets go and stands up, you pull his hand away.

"Apologize to Tony, Daddy." You ask surprising him slightly. "He doesn't like it when you yell either."

Your father sighs, bending down to kiss your forehead. He asked you to go to sleep before he closed the door.

//-//

It is very cold when you arrive at Hogwarts.

But you don't care because all your friends link arms and walk together, making you laugh at the confused looks you get when the other students notice the small row.

Over dinner, your mood changes quickly however.

"I imagine it has come to the attention of many students here, especially the older ones, the recent untoward events in the magical world." Principal Harkness began during the announcement of the new school year. She had a serious and authoritative tone, and deep dark circles under her eyes. You have never seen her like this before. "But for those of you who are not aware, the dark wizard known as Korvac escaped from Azkaban a few months ago." The hall exploded into murmurs at the mention. You saw Professor Strange lock his jaw, probably disagreeing that such a topic should be broached with eleven-year-olds. "After much consideration, the Ministry of Magic thought it best to apply additional security to the castles."

"So, starting next week, we will have special guests at the Hogwarts castles; The ministry has determined that aurors and Azkaban guards will be guarding the outside of the grounds."

The crowd erupted in boos as soon as the words echoed in the hall. Your Hufflepuff colleagues remarked in horror that the dementors, the guards of Azkaban, were terrifying, and you sought your brother's gaze at the Slytherin table, but he was looking earnestly at the principal.

Agatha sighed impatiently, and the hall fell silent. She asked everyone to be careful with the guards in Azkaban, not to give them reason to fight back. And then she returned to the daily announcements as if nothing had happened.

You didn't eat very well after that.

History of Magic with Professor Okoye was one of the hardest classes in school.

You were hoping to get decent grades this year, but you were assigned to be with Peter as your pair, so you knew you would have to work for two, as your friend had no interest at all in that subject.

"Why don't you try to pay attention?" You asked slightly annoyed as you made your notes. Quill was drawing small dragons in his notebook.

"I want to be a famous Quidditch player, I don't need to know the history of the Goblin revolution for that."

You sighed, turning your attention back to the blackboard. Several minutes after class had begun, a Gryffindor student raised his hand.

"Professor Okoye, may I ask you a question?" it was Thor Odinson, and he seemed to have grown at least twenty inches over the summer. You noted that his hair was also longer when you looked back, wondering who was speaking.

"Of course, Odinson." The teacher said with a gentle smile. Thor cleared his throat as he lowered his hand, seeming to hesitate.

"Could you tell us about the Mephisto followers?"

The room fell absolutely silent at the mention of the name, and many students looked at Thor with wide eyes. The smile on Professor Okoye's face completely disappeared.

"Where did you hear that name, boy?" she asked sternly, Thor swallowed dryly.

"M-my father, ma'am." He replied. "I heard him send a bawler to the ministry quoting that name. When I asked, he told me to study the history of the wizarding world. I thought I would ask you because I couldn't find anything in the books."

The room looked at the teacher expectantly. Okoye sighed, seeming to decide whether to talk about it or not.

"Listen to me carefully please." She asked as she walked around the tables. "Some years ago long before any of you were born, there was a sorcerer who made all the wrong choices. He sought immeasurable power, and was never satisfied with his own abilities. And many other wizards believed that the quest for ultimate power was something worth dying for. When this wizard became a symbol of power and cruelty, he named himself Mephisto."

Her classmates exchanged startled looks, but the teacher continued to tell.

"The dark wizards and witches who supported this quest became known as the Followers of Mephisto, or Walkers of Death. The magical ministries around the world banded together to put an end to the group, and there was a great battle, where most of these wizards were imprisoned or killed in a duel."

"What happened to Mephisto?" Thor asks suddenly, interrupting the narration. The teacher hesitates, but then gives a reassuring smile.

"He's dead, of course." She assures.

"My mother says he was never found." Added another classmate, you think her name is Valkyrie, but you've never talked to her. Much buzz runs through the room at her utterance, and Professor Okoye twists her fingers nervously.

"When the Walkers of Death were eliminated, Mephisto lost his power." She tells seriously. "The last person who faced him is related to someone in this room actually."

Professor Okoye turns to you, and you want to sink into your chair, feeling your heart soar.

"Auror Howard Stark was the last sorcerer to fight Mephisto before his demise. Thirteen years ago." She says and you feel all the stares on you. "But that's enough from this matter for today, students. Mephisto's story is taboo in our witch community because of the thousands of lives that were lost during that period." She adds, "I hope you will be respectful about the memory of those victims, and not comment on such a thing, or mention the name of this despicable wizard again."

The teacher closes the subject after that, looking upset. You can't pay attention to the class again when she goes back to talking about the magical revolution.

//-//

"Did you knew about that?" You ask angrily when Tony looks unimpressed when you approach him in the third floor hallway, after searching all over the school for him.

He looks tired.

"Stop talking so loud, will you?" He asks looking around. "Of course I knew, I've been researching this story for months."

You frown in confusion, and Tony rolls his eyes leaning against the bookshelf next to him.

"I didn't tell you anything because you're only thirteen!" He adds nervously. "That's not children's business."

"It is my business if it involves our family!". You retort angrily. A group of students walk past you, looking at you curiously, but Tony just pretends to be admiring the trophies until they leave.

"Look, I don't really know what happened, but dad used to be an auror when mom was alive." He recounts. "And then he took on this powerful sorcerer, and mom died when you were born. He became an inventor, switched departments in the mystery, and nobody talks about this Mephisto guy nowadays."

"Do you know what this has to do with the wizard who escaped from Azkaban?" you ask with your arms crossed, Tony gives a chuckle.

"Isn't it obvious, sis?" he retorts wryly. "Korvac was Mephisto's greatest ally at that time. And he escaped from the most secure prison in the world. A lot of people think that means the walkers are getting back in business again."

"My god Tony, why didn't dad tell us any of this?" You ask worriedly and Tony laughs humorlessly, looking upset.

He straightens his posture and points to the glass on the trophy shelf that was propped up. 

"And there's more." He says. "Take a look at that."

You turn your face to stare at the objects that were stored there. Most were trophies, but there were also pictures of the Quidditch teams from previous years. Tony is pointing to one of those.

"No way." You whispered as you see it. In the caption on the board, it read "Howard Stark and Erik Lehnsherr receiving awards for their honorable service to the school." It was your father and your teacher, probably in their senior year, and they seemed both content. The magical photograph showed them hugging each other by the shoulders, huge smiles on their faces, and two golden cups in their hands. 

"Yes, little sister." Tony said also looking at the picture. "Dad and Magneto were friends in school days. I wonder what happened to Professor Lehnsherr to make him so bitter. He looks happy in that picture."

The sound of the bell announcing the next period makes you jump in fright, as you were completely distracted by the photograph in front of you.

"Let's talk about this later, Tony, I have charms now and..."

"No way, Y/N!" Tony interrupted frowning. "That's none of your business. Dad told me that you promised to stay out of it, and I agree with him. You're too young!"

"Oh and you think he'll like knowing you're investigating this whole story?" You retort and Tony sighs, looking away, "That's what I thought.

"I'm not going to get you mixed up in this story."

"Fine, I'll find out on my own, then."

"Y/n..."

"See you, Tony."

//-//

Having dementors in the castle is really scary.

It's been two weeks since classes started, and with the first Quidditch game of the year approaching, you're pretty anxious.

You didn't make much progress in your research during those days. None of the professors wanted to say anything about Mephisto's time, and you lost fifteen points when you tried to ask Professor Lehnsherr about his school days, for being a snoozer.

The only things you found out other than what Tony told you were what Gamora and Nebula shared with you. They mentioned that Thanos was particularly busy during the summer, and that they had never seen him go to the Ministry so often before. 

You also started reading the Daily Prophet, and every day they would publish something about Korvac's escape, even if it was only to say that there was no news in the case. 

When the day of the first match arrived, you ignored the strange feeling that settled on the edge of your stomach as if something bad was going to happen.

You are overjoyed when you are in the air, waiting for the match to start, and notice that all of Tony's friends, including yourself, have yellow flags in their hands to cheer you on.

Everything goes well until the end of the first half.

You noticed a bludger almost reaching your chaser team mate, Clint Barton and moved forward to defend him many meters above the stadium. Because it was raining, your visibility was very poor. You knocked the ball away, but lost sight of Clint, although you heard him shout a thank you. As you dived down again, lightning exploded beside you, and you jumped in fright, feeling your ear whistle as you became completely disoriented.

As you began to get used to your surroundings again, you felt your body become completely tense. The cloud in front of you was almost a face shape, it looked like someone with horns or maybe wearing a tiara. The image dissolved in the next second, and you felt a strange chill run through your body. Releasing the broom handle only to hug your arms, you looked down, the whole team many meters away. 

When you tried to join them, something came in your way.

Dementors must have been the scariest thing you had ever seen in your life. And there was one of them right in front of you. You widened your eyes in shock, and the creature looked straight at you.

Losing your strength quickly, you felt yourself slipping off the broom. A feeling as if you had been wrapped in a very painful spell overtook your body as you fell. 

//-//

You woke up in a jolt, and warm hands pushed you back into bed.

"Relax, kid." Your brother spoke with a smile. "I swear I'll actually forbid you to play at some point."

"What happened?" you asked confused. All of your friends and Tony's friends around your bed.

"You fell off the broom, damn it." He retorted and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah but there was a dementor up there..."

"Yeah, everyone saw it." Tony interrupted looking annoyed. "Professor Harkness kicked everyone out of the stadium after Professor Strange conjured up the patronus."

"I have never seen Professor Strange so angry." Gamora remarked next. 

"Oh, there's something else." Natasha warned moving around the crowd to stand beside you on the bed. "Your broom fell into the Whomping Willow, and well. It' s right here."

In Nat's arms were the remains of what had once been your Nimbus 2000. You sighed in displeasure, but at least you could ask Jarvis to buy you another one.

After you were released from the nurse's office, Principal Harkness was waiting for you in the hallway. She waved for all your other colleagues to go their ways, as she escorted you to the Hufflepuff common room.

"Tell me, dear, are you feeling all right?" She asked tenderly. You nodded in agreement as you walked.

When you reached an empty hallway, she stopped walking, and touched your shoulder so that you would do the same. She knelt at your height and looked deep into your eyes.

"Tell me what you saw up there."

" Professor, I don't remember..." You started to say, but then fell silent, immediately recalling what you saw as you gaze the purple glow in front of you. It was as if your thoughts came out of your lips before you even thought to say them. "I saw an image in the clouds, it was like a horned creature or someone wearing a crown. Then the dementor reached me and I felt an immediate chill and unhappiness. I had the feeling that I was wrapped in a sensation of pain as I fell down."

The professor seemed to absorb every one of your words. She smiled then, her eyes returning to their normal color quickly, making you believe you had imagined the whole thing.

"Thank you dear." She said. "Let's keep this between us, okay?"

When you two walked back, you didn't remember any conversation at all.

//-//

Your first trip to Hogsmeade is amazing.

You buy two bags full of candy at the Honeydukes, and then you and your friends go to the Three Broomsticks, to have some buttery beer.

Quill seems to have become friends with Pietro Maximoff during Quidditch practice, because as soon as they see each other, they greet with a hug.

You ignore the feeling of nervousness that settles on the pit of your stomach when your gaze meets Wanda's.

Your friends don't mind sharing a table with the Maximoff twins, and that's how you end up sitting a few feet from Wanda, Gamora's watchful eye on you trying to understand why you're so quiet and flushed.

"Everyone is so nervous about the dementors at the castle, that I think we should try to do something fun. Like throw a party." Quill suggested to the group. Mantis looked excited.

"I think we could do something before Christmas." Gamora suggested and the group agreed.

"Does anyone have any idea where we can have this party? Quill asked." Since we are from different houses, maybe the common rooms are not a good option. I heard that the Slytherin kids don't really like the Hufflepuffs.”

Quill's teasing makes Wanda roll her eyes, but the rest of the table giggles. You look away to your cup.

"We could use some empty room on the seventh floor." Pietro suggested, and Quill gave an excited exclamation.

"This is a great idea." He said. "If the older students are going to participate, we can get some prefect to cover for us."

Quil looks at you and Mantis has to poke your shoulder for you to notice and pay attention.

"Sorry, what is it?" You ask when you notice all the looks on you.

"Can't you convince Steve Rogers to join us? He's your brother's boyfriend."

You laugh, nodding in agreement

"Okay folks, I'll try to call them all."

On the way back to the castle, after you spent the afternoon talking about the most diverse random subjects and telling jokes, you leave your hands in your pocket, because it is very cold.

Quill and Pietro start playing tag, and Wanda walks alone. You hurry up to join her.

"Hey." You greet with a smile, Wanda also has her hands in her pockets.

"Hey". She responds kindly.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes?"

"Are you asking me?" You say back with humor and Wanda laughs, looking at the floor as she walks. "I… I thought it was cool this afternoon." You confess the next moment, feeling your face get hot. "With everyone together, I say. And you and your brother, it's ... you two are nice."

"Thank you, Stark." She replies with a smile. You move your fingers inside your pocket before you speak again.

"If we're going to be friends, you can use my first name". You say and Wanda looks at you, but you keep looking forward.

"Are you sure?" She asks after a moment. You frown without understanding. "Are you sure you want to be my friend?"

You look at Wanda in surprise. But then your expression softens.

"I thought we were going to be friends last year, but you looked angry every time you saw me."

Wanda laughed lightly, looking ahead.

"Yeah, I… I'm sorry about that." She says. "It wasn't something you did. It was just a few things I heard. And I ended up thinking that you were judging me like everyone else at that school." She tells you. "It would make sense since you saw me face the troll." Wanda whispered the last part. You bit your bottom lip before speaking again.

"You could have talked to me, you know?" You say. "I kept thinking that I had done something wrong."

Wanda said nothing, and you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

"We can forget about it and be friends now, what do you think?" You then suggested a smile on your face.

Wanda looked at you, and her green eyes cause something in your stomach to sink.

"I would like that."

"Cool." You comment breathlessly.

//-//

Being friends with Wanda is so natural that it almost surprises you.

Now whenever you sit down at the Slytherin table, there are two new members in your group of friends.

Eventually you discover that it was Quidditch that build Quill and Pietro friendship, as they stopped fighting because they were spending a lot of time training together.

At the Slytherin table, you know that Pietro and Quill receive angry looks because they are from Gryffindor, but no one has the courage to say anything to you, perhaps it is the deadly stare that Wanda gives anyone who dares to look foully at her brother.

You also succeed in inviting Steve and Tony, in addition to your brother's other friends, to the party before Christmas. Steve says that you all can use the old Astronomy room on seventh-on Saturday, and that the curfew would be at ten o'clock. The news of the party ends up spreading quickly around the school, but your friends don't seem to mind that it stopped being something small just between you guys.

When the day finally comes, you wear a comfortable jeans and sweatshirt set, realizing that it is a choice of clothes much more similar to Muggle-borns than pureblood but no one seems to care.

"Hey, you took so long" remarked Gamora as soon as you went up to the seventh floor and met her at the door of the room. "Come on, everyone is already in there"

As you took some of the non-alcoholic fruit drink that Mantis helped Quill make, you looked around the room. You waved sheepishly when your eyes met Wanda's, who was coming in. She looks very beautiful in her wine red sweater, and she smiled at you, and you didn't understand why you felt your stomach flip.

Soon everyone were all together, talking animatedly on various subjects. When Quill and Pietro started doing a dance competition, you laughed so hard that your belly was aching when they were done.

//-//

You have your first Divination class that week.

Professor Heimdall was already waiting for the students while he was sitting on a kind of ivory throne in the corner of the room, which smelled of incense that made your head spin slightly. It really was a remarkably mystical and mysterious environment, even for a magic school. The illumination was limited due to long white curtains on the walls, and there were many candles scattered around the room. Mantis whispered that this kind of thing was done to increase concentration when working with this kind of magic. 

"Welcome to our first meeting on Divination, students, the most complex and unstable of magical arts." began the professor as soon as everyone was seated at the tables spread around the tower. "I must warn you that if you seek answers to your most personal questions here, you will most likely not find them. There is no stability in this subject."

Some students commented softly among themselves, but no one seemed willing to contradict the professor, his yellow eyes roaming over everyone in the room.

"Let's begin today's class with an introduction to the basics of study in divination." He warns, and with a flick of his wand, the cupboards at the back of the room open, and from there several sets of cups fly out to all the tables. Then the professor touches his wand to the teapot on the table, and it multiplies into four pairs, flying around to serve everyone.

When everyone has their cups full, Professor Heimdall goes to the small blackboard, and begins to explain how divination works. You hurry to start writing it down.

Many minutes later, when you have finished your tea, Mantis pokes your shoulder.

"Let me look at yours and you do mine?" she asks and you nod, handing her your cup. You clear your throat, looking intently at the dregs of tea in Mantis' cup.

"I don't see anything." You grumble, trying to concentrate. The powder doesn't seem to form anything. 

"Remember to check the symbols in your books." Warned Professor Heimdall aloud the next moment. You took a deep breath, running your fingers across the paper as you tried to identify the images.

"Mantis, let's switch, I don't think I'm getting anything..." You start to say softly looking at your book, when you glance at your friend however, you frown in confusion. She has her gaze glazed on your cup, one hand covering her mouth, "Mantis, what happened?"

She gasps softly, and you straighten your position as you notice a thick tear running down her cheek, feeling your heart soar with worry.

"I'm... I'm so sorry." She sighs breathlessly, dropping her cup on the table. The noise attracts everyone's attention, but Mantis is getting up the next moment, and running out of the room. You stand up, but Professor Heimdall puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, miss Stark." He says. "It's common for those more sensitive to divination to have that kind of reaction in their first contact with the spirit world." He explains with a tender look. You don't understand why, but his voice calms you. "Go back to your activity, I will talk to your friend."

He waves to the rest of the room next, and then leaves. You sit back down, exchanging worried glances with Gamora and Nebula who are at the table in front of you. 

Your first action is to look at the cup that Mantis has thrown on the table, but the impact has broken it at the bottom, and the liquid has run down the cloth. You sigh in dissatisfaction, using your wand to clean up the mess.

When class is over, Gamora and Nebula quickly join you.

"Any idea what that was about?" Gamora asks as you walk together through the castle. 

"No, she just got a glazed look in her eyes, and then she ran off." You count. "I'll try to ask her in potions class."

"Maybe she saw some evil omen." Nebula comments, and Gamora elbows her in the stomach. "Ouch."

You frown worriedly.

"Does that mean something bad is going to happen to me?"

Gamora denies with her head, forcing a smile as if trying to reassure you.

"Bad omens can be many things, even something silly, like losing a sock in your room." She says and you leave your hands in your pockets, not feeling reassured by this information.

"Yeah, but Mantis wouldn't cry over a sock." You retort and Nebula nods in agreement, but Gamora has a serious expression.

"I'd rather think it's nothing bad." She says. "Professor Heimdall said it's normal for sensitive students to have that reaction, isn't it?" She adds and you shrug. "Maybe she's just been watching you lose a game or something, but she was so overwhelmed with having seen something, that she got emotional."

"I hope you're right." You grumble as you reach the stairs. You sigh. "See you at lunch, girls. Have a good History of Magic class."

Gamora and Nebula wave goodbye and head in the opposite direction from you after they watch the staircase move.

You hurry to avoid being late for potions.

//-//

Mantis doesn't come to the dungeon either. You poke Quill in the back as he sits down in front of you, and ask if he's seen her anywhere, but he shrugs, worried that you don't know either. You just sigh, telling him what happened in class.

"I'm glad I didn't take that subject." He says as he hears the story. "I've heard that some people learn to see the day that the other person is going to die. That's scary."

You laugh incredulously.

"That sounds like a lie."

Quil shrugs his shoulders. "That's what I heard."

You wish you could talk more, however Professor Erik entered the room the next moment, and everyone fell silent. You tried to forget about the divination class by concentrating on making your poison antidote correctly next.

//-//

You only found Mantis at lunchtime.

Or rather, she found you.

You had just come out of charm class, and she was waiting for you outside. You looked at her with surprise and concern, but she just smiled, looking much more relaxed than earlier.

"I'm sorry I disappeared." She says. "Professor Heimdall thought it best that I get some rest, and then he taught me some things about aural sensitivity."

"I don't know what that means." You comment making her smile. 

"It doesn't matter." She says. "I'm sorry for scaring you earlier."

You shake your head.

"Mantis, come on, no need to stress about it." You retort. "I was worried about you, and I'm sure it wasn't your fault." 

Mantis smiles, looking forward. You bite the inside of your cheek, finding her strangely calm and distant.

"Do you remember what you saw in my cup?" You ask hesitantly, and a small glint passes through Mantis' eyes, but then she smiles quietly, denying it.

"It was no great thing, I believe." She says. "Professor Heimdall has assured me that it must have been just a bad memory, and that there is nothing to worry about."

You frown, but something in Mantis' expression tells you that she just won't talk about it anymore. Not wanting to make your friend uncomfortable, you don't press the issue again.

//-//

It's Christmas again, and you don't go home.

This year Hogwarts is much emptier than it usually is, and you know that it's because of the dementors. 

The vast majority of the families, even those who usually leave their children at Hogwarts, have asked the students to return home. Your father briefly mentioned in his last letter how there were many requests for shift changes during the holiday period.

Tony also stayed in the castle, you knew he was planning to enter the forbidden section of the library, and he had told you to mind your own business when you asked if you could help.

Surprisingly, Gamora and Nebula returned home. It was very unusual because Thanos didn't like parties, but they promised to write to you. Mantis always returned home, so you just handed over your present before hugging her goodbye. Quill and the Maximoffs stayed with you.

"You know you're losing right?" you remarked with amusement as you were spending time with your friends in the Gryffindor communal room, a wizard chessboard in front of you. Quill let out an annoyed groan. 

"That game is harder than it looks." He grumbled looking at the pieces. " Knight move to E3 please."

The piece moved, cursing softly that Quill was making a stupid move, and you laughed.

"Can't you see her bisbe right there you idiot? "Squinted the black item, and Quill sighed in irritation.

"You want to play by yourself, do you?" He retorted, and Pietro and Wanda who were watching you two, giggled.

"Are you talking to the game, Quill?" Pietro teased as if the boy in front of him was crazy. 

After you beat Peter, it was your turn to face Pietro. He was a much better player, but he still made a lot of thoughtless moves.

Someone walked past the door, and you heard noises of footsteps, and then there was a girl joining you all.

"Hey, Monica!" Pietro greeted the girl cheerfully as soon as he saw her. The girl smiled at him. "Guys, this is Monica Rambeau, she is..."

"Professor Rambeau's daughter." Quill completes as if it is obvious. And you and Wanda smile at the girl. "Everybody knows Monica, man."

"What are you guys doing?" The girl asks curiously.

"Playing chess."

"Losing at chess, you mean right?" you tease with a smile. Pietro and Quill laugh in agreement, Wanda is distracted by the book in her hands.

"Do you want to hang out with us?" Pietro asks.

"Actually, I'm going to go outside." Monica says excitedly. "I just went in to get a coat. Darcy and I are going to make a snowman. Why don't you guys join us?"

You exchange glances with your friends. They all seem to think the same thing. And that's how you end up in the outside yards, in a snowball war.

" Back off, Pietro, I'm on your team!" You yell at the older Maximoff who has just hit you with an icy snowball to the chest. Pietro laughs.

"In war it's every man for himself!" He shouts running toward you. You laugh as you run away from him, preparing to hit Quill who is in the opposite direction.

"Hey, get down!" You heard someone shout and you turned around, obeying the order as soon as you noticed Darcy's raised arm toward you. She threw a snowball at someone behind you, and you laughed when Pietro let out an exclamation. Running toward the girl, you thanked her with a wave of your hand before running back. 

After hitting Monica and Quill twice, you ran out of Pietro's reach when he appeared at your side, laughing. Stumbling, you ended up miscalculating your speed, and knocked Wanda down next.

"That's a foul." Joked Pietro as he watched you two fall, laughing along with both of you. Before he could throw a snowball at you, Quill was back and he ran. You helped Wanda up as you apologized for knocking her down.

"One point each." She says holding the snowball at chest height. You smile, and wait for her to throw the snow at you. She laughs when she has done so gently, pushing the ball against your shoulder, the icy liquid running down your blouse making you shiver slightly. 

You pick up a snowball from the ground next, but when you look at Wanda, her face flushed with cold, and emerald eyes sparkling with amusement, you don't have the heart, and just smile wryly, making her look at you curiously.

"What is it?" she asks confused by the way you are just looking, making no mention of throwing the snow at her.

But the moment was broken next, when you all heard an animalistic noise nearby, and turned your heads with curiosity.

A few meters away was the guardian of the lands, Drax, leading a line of winged horses through the snow. You and your friends let out a chorus of excitement.

"Wow, look at the size of those horses." Pietro commented looking in the same direction. 

"They're not horses, people!" Monica exclaimed excitedly. "They're unicorns! Mom said we were going to study them next class don't you remember?"

Only when Monica said this did you squeeze your eyes shut to get a better look, and you could see the white horns in the distance. Drax waved at you from a distance when he noticed that you all were looking. He led the horses to the area where the class on Magical Creatures was usually held, and you saw that Professor Rambeau was waiting for him.

After that, it seemed to get colder. And you all decided to go inside and have some hot chocolate, as you took your friends into the kitchens. The elves were happy to serve you sweet breads and cakes, even outside of dinner time.

//-//

On Christmas morning, all of your friends, including Tony and Natasha who was Tony's only friend to stay at Hogwarts, gathered at the same table in the main hall for the gift exchange.

"Stop fussing, boy, you'll mess up the presents!" You heard Darcy complain to Quill. She and Monica were also with you because Pietro invited them. Neither of you guys minded, because they were very nice.

"I'm just trying to get a peek." Retorted Peter raising the gift package in the air out of Darcy's reach.

"It's not your gift, so you can't look!" 

You laughed at the interaction, finishing opening the package in front of you. Natasha had given you a new collection of wand care products and you loved it.

"You do need to take better care of your wand indeed." Teased Tony when he saw the gift. You laughed while waving a middle finger at him, and stood up to hug Nat in appreciation.

Most of the gifts were clothes, and candy. You bought a collection of exploding snap cards for Quill, and he was very pleased, already throwing the cards on the table to play with everyone. Pietro and Monica eventually agreed to participate, while Darcy watched them.

"That's mine right there." You said shyly to Wanda as she picked up one of the packages from the stack. "I hope you like it."

Wanda bit her lower lip in anticipation as she opened the package. And when the red scarf became visible, she fell silent, and it was your turn to be nervous.

"I know you're from Slytherin and all, but I've noticed that you really like red." You hasten to justify. "And then I saw this scarf in Hogsmeade and I remembered that day after charms class that you forgot your scarf and Pietro lent you his and so I thought it would be a good idea and..."

"I loved it." She interrupts looking at you. Her cheeks redden and a tender smile on her lips. You relax with relief immediately.

"Oh, right." You say. "Good, then."

You think you've been looking into Wanda's eyes too long, because your face is starting to heat up. But Peter gives a celebratory shout for getting the card move right, and you and Wanda look away quickly. She puts on her scarf next, and you look down at your lap to hide the silly smile that insists on escaping your lips.

//-//

When classes at Hogwarts return, the Dementors leave.

Apparently there was a big commotion in the Ministry of Magic. You hear many students commenting on this during the class break. And then there is a story in the Daily Prophet saying that Korvac was killed in combat with aurors in London, but there are also many people saying that this is a lie, and that he has run away again and the Ministry of Magic doesn't want to assume to the public.

Anyway, Headmistress Harkness removes the dementors from the castle and the atmosphere in the school improves considerably.

Nebula has a large purple mark on her left eye when she returns. Gamora tells everyone that she fell off her broomstick. You choke when she tells only you that it was Thanos who did this after he caught her snooping in his office.

"You can't tell anyone about this, okay?" She asks tearfully and you nod frantically, hugging her to calm her down. "I've never seen our father like that."

"It's okay now, Gamora." You say tightening in your embrace. "I will help you."

When you write to your father, asking what to do in a situation where the dangers are indoors, he says that Stark Mansion is big enough to accommodate your friends.

When you come home for the vacations after doing very well on your final exams, Gamora and Nebula are with you.

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[kissjane]

Honey

[Prompted by @nachtumringt. Hope you like it, Nat.]

With the bac fast approaching, there was a study session going on almost every day now. The gang and the crew usually settled at one of the big tables at the library, finding solace in the company – revising was still tedious and the work never-ending, but it became a bit more bearable when done together with friends.

Lucas was struggling with French literature, when Eliott entered with arms full of coffee and snacks. He’d become good friends with them all last year, when he had helped the gang repaint the foyer, earning him Daphné’s everlasting gratitude. Remembering all too well how he had suffered with the bac a year ago, he’d taken pity on his friends and whenever his class schedule at university allowed it, he’d drop by at the library with reinforcements.

A tanned arm appeared in Lucas’ peripheral vision, dropping a caramel hazelnut latte and a chocolate muffin next to Lucas’ notes.

“Thanks, honey,” Lucas muttered distractedly, trying to figure out why on earth Antigone was being so headstrong about burying her brother.

A minute later, he gave up trying to understand the motivations of women. He took a bite of his muffin and startled when he realized there were five pairs of eyes staring at him.

“Uh, what? Do I have something on my face?”

Silence. Lucas grew slightly uncomfortable, looking from Yann to Arthur to Imane. They continued to stare at him. Manon smiled fondly, but remained silent. Lucas turned towards Emma, and she burst out.

“You called Eliott honey!”

Lucas blinked.

“I what?”

“Yeah, dude,” Yann cut in, “Eliott set down your coffee and you thanked him and you called him honey.”

“I called Eliott honey? What the fuck?”

Lucas opened his eyes wide in terror.

Manon nodded gently.

“We all heard it, Lucas.”

Lucas mentally slapped himself. There was no point in playing it cool, since he felt the blush creep up on his cheeks already.

“You want to tell us something, Lu?”, Arthur smirked.

“Do you have a bit of a crush on our handsome Eliott?”, Yann asked.

“No,” Lucas answered immediately.

“Oh, come on,” Emma declared bluntly, “you’re redder than a fire truck, Lallemant.”

The others agreed vehemently.

“Lucas is in lo-ove!”, Emma singsonged loudly.

Lucas tried to shush her, looking around nervously, but it seemed the other students were too concentrated on their books to pay them any attention.

“Shut up! I’m not, and even if I was –”

“Oh, you are,” Arthur declared solemnly.

“Even if I was, then that’s my business.”

“Oh no, Lallemant. We need to do something about this. If we leave it up to you, you’ll just keep pining over the guy forever. You’ve just made it our business, my friend.”

Right at that moment, Basile and Daphné showed up.

“What’s our business?”, Daphné asked.

Lucas groaned and hid his head between his arms. If Daphné was involved, nothing would stay secret for long.

“Lucas is in love,” Yann answered.

“Oooh, Lucas! That’s so wonderful! Is he nice? Cute?”, Daphné thrilled.

“He is,” Lucas declared. He realized his mistake quickly, and continued talking, hoping to nip the conversation in the bud before things went out of hand. “Hey, does anybody understand this question about the catharsis in Antigone?”

It might have worked. Imane leafed through her notes to the chapter on Antigone, and Manon shot Lucas a look that clearly indicated she wasn’t done with the subject, but would save it for later. The boys hesitated, but Lucas counted on his friends to understand he didn’t want to discuss it at the moment.

It might have worked… had it not been for Emma.

“Oh, he is,” she said gleefully.

“You have met him?”, Daphné asked incredulously.

“I can do you one better,” Emma replied. “You have too.”

“Oh, we know him? Who is it? Who is it?”

Daphné looked like she might explode from excitement.

“Eliott,” Emma said, with the aplomb of a judge delivering a life sentence.

“Eliott? Eliott Demaury?”, Basile involved himself in the conversation.

“Do we know any other Eliotts?”, Arthur answered. “Of course, Eliott Demaury.”

Daphné actually clapped in her hands and jumped up and down.

“Oh, but that’s perfect! We can easily figure something out to get you guys together then! I have a feeling you guys would suit each other. At least you’d look good together…”

Lucas snorted.

“Seriously, I appreciate the sentiment, but just don’t, okay?”

“Oh, please,” Emma said. “I don’t feel like having you be all grumpy all the time because you don’t dare to ask the guy you love out.”

“Jesus,” Lucas spluttered. “First, I already said I’m not in love with him –”

“And we already declared that’s a lie, Lu,” Arthur cut in once again.

“And second, if I was, I can ask him out without all of you interfering.”

Yann nodded.

“I believe in you, dude. Ask him to the party after the bac is over.”

“What?”, Lucas objected. “He’s gonna go to that party anyway, why would I ask him?”

“Ask him to go together,” Basile clarified.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”, Lucas hedged.

“It is!”, Daphné sounded enraptured. “We’ll all be there, in case you need help!”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” Lucas muttered under his breath.

“Anyway,” Yann said with a calculating glint in his eye. “How about this? Lucas asks Eliott out to the party, or he agrees to leave matters in our hands.”

“Deal,” Emma declared, and she shook Yann’s hand.

“I’m in,” Basile said, and Daphné nodded so fast Lucas was afraid her head would fall off.

“Fair deal,” Arthur decided.

Daphné turned to a blank leaf in her notebook, and neatly wrote at the top of the page: ‘IDEAS TO GET LUCAS AND ELIOTT TOGETHER’.

“Hey!”, Lucas retorted. “I haven’t agreed to anything!”

“Majority rules, man”, Arthur waved away his protest.

Lucas groaned again, and Manon took pity on him.

“So, catharsis, anybody?”

Lucas shot her a grateful look, and everybody started looking through their notes and flashcards.

Imane, however, tapped her fingers together thoughtfully. A shrewd gleam danced through her eyes.

“You know what I wonder about, though, Lucas?”

“Why I still don’t get Antigone after all your study sessions?”, Lucas quipped.

“That, too. But no, right now I am interested in another little detail.”

She waited until everybody’s attention was on her, before she continued.

“Why did Eliott not react when you called him honey?”

 ~~~

Later that evening, Lucas crawled into bed, exhausted.

“Honey? I think we’re gonna have to go on a date…”

[Read part 2 here.]

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EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 4

ONESHOTS:

I’ll take you as you are by Behindthecities Summary: Even can’t sleep so Isak draw’s him a bath.

One More Second by kosekardemomme Summary: Isak invites the boys over to hang out with Even, for the first time with just them, just after Christmas. “Evak” can’t keep their hands off each other, though.

isak x even | dance so good by BloonStuff Summary: When Isak happens upon Even out of bed in the first time in a few days, he decides to make the most of the moment. 

MORE UNDER THE CUT

Steal Your Heart by alijan ★ Summary: An AU story of how Isak and Even met through Isak’s friends. Or, more specifically, a AU story of how Even chases after Isak and he lets himself be caught.

Strange Encounters by midnightsurge Summary: Standing at his sink is what looks to be an angel; with soft blond hair glowing under the bathroom lights and eyes as blue as the sky, Isak wonders if he actually fell back asleep and is still dreaming. “Hi,” the angel smiles at him, laughter lines crinkling his face. “Sorry about that, I thought everyone was still sleeping.” “Um,” Isak repeats intelligently. “You’re…” he trails off, not sure what his question should actually be. Pretty? Gorgeous? A stranger? A stranger standing in his bathroom very early in the morning and shouldn’t Isak maybe be reaching for his phone right about now? “Even,” the blond stranger now named Even greets him with a grin, moving forward to shake his hand. Or, Isak and Even are students at the University of Oslo. They meet under strange circumstances and it’s all Eskild’s fault.

The Hot Muffin Thief by Bellakitse ★ Summary: There is a magical muffin at the café where Isak’s buddy Jonas works. It’s Isak’s lifeline, he has it every day and then one day some hot art hipster steals his muffin.

carry my love to you by retts Summary: Even grasped the top of the duvet and dragged it over his shoulders, snuggling into the pillow. His eyes were closed as he let out a soft sigh. Isak brushed back the fringe falling across his forehead, ran his fingers through the hair behind his ear. He wanted to erase the bruises under Even’s eyes, kiss away the inexplicable sadness lingering on the corners of his mouth. If only it were that easy. Set directly after ep 9, Fredag.

flickered in my mind for only you by DarkBeauty_890 Summary: soulmates!au; But even the lonely nights hearing his mom cry for his dad couldn’t stop Isak from tracing the words (looped, like maybe his soul mate was an artist or a writer) etched permanently onto his skin. He sat huddled under the covers for hours, flashlight illuminating the darkened space, allowing Isak to wonder who they would be. His soulmate.

where you can be reborn by tomlinsoln Summary: Even makes Isak feel like himself, and Isak doesn’t care about the rest.

True or False by iriswests ★ Summary: childhood best friends!au; Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively.

Afternoon Kisses by DickAnderton ★ Summary: What could have happened during the cuddle scene if Isak and Even had been ready for more.

And If In That Moment by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: Isak rolls his eyes and reaches for his beer again. Even’s teasing always feels different to his friends teasing him. Even’s teasing feels a lot like flirting. “Anyway back to Emma.” Fuck. “Why isn’t she your type?” Isak considers his options, considers a single conceivable reason why a straight seventeen-year-old boy wouldn’t like a girl like Emma. He can’t fucking think of a reason and it makes him panic but he’s also just- tired. So fucking tired of having to constantly lie about why he feels the way he does. So he settles on as close to the truth as he can get. “She just- I guess it’s never felt right.” *Or, what would’ve happened if Isak and Even had had the Halloween pregame alone like they had originally planned.

your eyes hold oceans by prettyboylou Summary: isak is everything even can think about. in every little corner of his brain, every single thought is isak and while that is partly crazy, even does not mind at all.

won’t you be my livewire by itjustkindahappened ★ Summary: It’s 1:54 in the afternoon on a gloomy Tuesday when an angel enters Even’s classroom. (alternatively, “i’ve been tryin to grab your attention in class for over half an hour by poking you and throwing things onto your desk and you’re refusing to acknowledge me and gdi all i wanted to do was tell you that you look cute and now it’s gone too far and i can’t go back”)

Now, Panic and Freak Out by dropdeadfox Summary: The thing is, Isak Valtersen is absolutely not gay. Like, really, really, really not gay. Okay, he may or may not feel butterflies in his stomach whenever he sees a certain third year across the school yard. A handsome and certainly very male third year. And he may or may not wish that said third year will sit beside him at the cafeteria, holding his hand under the table or pushing his hair back with those adorably long fingers, because he is certainly, absolutely, 100% sure that he is Not Gay.

And then our time will come. Over and over again. by UniversalParadox_13 Summary: “In my opinion, all the Isaks and Evens don’t gyrate in their universes under the same terms. While some Isaks and Evens have already met, others are in the process of doing so right now or are still waiting for it to happen, for them to meet.” “But, they do eventually meet?” He knew what it meant, when Even squeezed his hand a bit tighter. “Always.” Isak believed it with every fibre of his body and soul. “They always meet.” (Parallel Universes AU or 5 times Isak and Even meet each other by coincidence and know it is meant to be.)

Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway? by mccolfer Summary: Six times someone from the girl group was maybe a little too involved in Isak and Even’s relationship and one time someone had no idea what was going on.

CHAPTERED:

The Nanny by allisonbucky Summary: Or, Even is a hot stressed dad of two little girls, and Isak becomes his nanny. Rom Com shenanigans ensue.

My Heart is Strong by photographer_of_thoughts ✓ Summary: His bipolar disorder made him want everything to be a great tragedy, a Baz Luhrmann film; because how else did things have meaning? His brain told him that time and time again. He’d lost track of how many people he’d let go because he wanted to “lose them forever” and subsequently keep them forever; tucked away into the memory palace in his brain… But he didn’t want that anymore. As soon as he’d kissed Isak he knew he wanted to be better this time. Or, Isak and Even meet in a therapist’s waiting room.

Shut your whore mouth, Even. This is not the Fault in Our Stars by Masterless ★ ✓ Summary: Even can remember the flare of pain in his chest and his head, the tightness in his throat, and the taste of pennies on his tongue. He remembers Sonja’s hands grasping his arm tightly as he leaned against the wall of lockers in the school hallway. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t feel the tips of his fingers. Black dots swam in front of his eyes, the world tilted, and everything went dark. Just Sonja’s frightened voice rang out in that darkness, repeating his name, calling for help. Then, there was nothing.

The Comments Below by DickAnderton ★ ✓ Summary: youtubers!au; Isak is a notoriously lazy gamer living with lgbt icon Eskild. When they invite youtube sensation Even Bech Naesheim over for a collaboration, #Evak is born. But it is not only their viewers who are falling in love.

That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted ★ ✓ Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even. 

juste la fin du monde by loglady95  Summary: Sana blackmailed Isak into hosting a party at his place and gave his number to a stranger.

You say good morning when it’s midnight by Aceteroid ✓ Summary: It sucks, when your best friend is on a student exchange at the other end of the world for three months. It sucks even more, when you fall in love with the step-brother of his exchange student.

Masters of Communication by rumpelsnorcack ✓ Summary: Even was such a goddam dork, Isak thought fondly. But he was his dork, and Isak couldn’t imagine anyone better to have a scary adult conversation with. Or, a 5+1 in which Isak and Even find it hard to communicate, but then manage to do it really well.

44 Days by NovemberRose ✓ Summary: How Even and Isak spent 42 days apart and a weekend in the mountains brings them back together.

How In My Silence I Adored You by dahlstrom ★ ✓ Summary: In a parallel universe, the rest of the boy squad actually shows up at the first kosegruppa meeting and Isak stays for the love games. Thus, his first interaction with Even is quite different (no paper towels were harmed in this scenario). Also heavily hints at Vilde/Eva.

all of me, you take now by xxLeviBech Summary: Strings of oneshots featuring two boys that are obsessed with each other.

cold hands by salmonpanties Summary: monday 11.40: Isak lifted his gaze, and he saw an angel in front of him. Blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, a stunning smile; quite the description of an angel - except, he was in the cafeteria of Nissen Gymnasium, sitting with his friends, eating buns. - Isak knew he liked boys a little bit more than he probably should, but it’s nothing he flaunts. Just because he’s not that interested in girls it doesn’t mean that he’s a homo, right? But then he meets Even, who’s beautiful, mysterious and exciting. And maybe Even is just the boy Isak has been waiting for? But it doesn’t mean that he’s a homo.

(★ - personal favorites | ✓ - completed fics)

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Dreams Do Come True In New Orleans // Princess and the Frog EGOBANG AU // Chapter 1

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Category: M/M Fandom: Game Grumps Relationships: Dan Avidan/Arin Hanson Characters: Dan Avidan, Arin Hanson, Suzy Berhow, Brian Wecht, Vernon Shaw (mentioned), Ross O'Donovan, Barry Kramer, Jon Jafari, Holly Conrad Additional Tags: Princess and the Frog AU, Egobang - Freeform, Crossdressing

Summary: The Princess and the Frog AU I've been talking about for ages.

Arin's a talented artist who can't crawl out of his rut after the death of his father. He had big dreams but the world's dragged him down. His best friend, Suzy, seems to always get what she wants, and she insists that life is a fairy tale if you believe hard enough. Her Prince Charming has finally arrived, but something is amiss... and Arin gets wrapped up in an adventure he never asked for.

Chapter 1: Prologue & The Announcement

Arin could remember drawing even before he could write his own name.

He started with crayons, of course. By the time he was 7 he had upgraded to pencils, both colored and not. In middle school, he intimately knew the mediums of pastels and paints, both watercolor and acrylic. By the time he was a sophomore in High School, he knew that art was what he wanted to pursue for the rest of his life.

It had been scary to propose to his parents the idea of dropping out, but he was pleasantly surprised by their support. There was no reason to waste time and energy on an education that wasn’t going to benefit his future. His parents knew that he had a special talent for art, and they encouraged him to follow his dreams, and to do whatever he needed to make them come true.

He earned his GED easily (Despite the fact that many would have called him ‘average’ in his academic classes, it was because the brunt of his focus was on a canvas), and immediately began putting together a portfolio of his work. Being only 16, he couldn’t begin applying for jobs, but that didn’t stop him from beginning to pursue independent outlets.

He decided that animation was truly what he wanted to pursue. He taught himself how to do it, with an old-model tablet and primitive art programs. He put together his first, short cartoons, uploading them to the internet under the pseudonym of ‘Egoraptor’.

He took commissions online, although they were cheap. He didn’t feel quite confident enough yet to charge through-the-roof for his own work, and even then, it had always been his philosophy that art was something to be enjoyed by everyone, and it was with a slightly guilty conscience, but a completely selfish desire to not go hungry, that he accepted money in exchange for his work. It wasn’t enough money to live off of, but luckily he was still allowed to live at home with his parents, both of which had jobs and were supportive of him and his endeavors.

Life continued this way for a few months. Arin felt the happiest he had in all of his life. School was a trifling time for him, as all of his passion was dedicated to the arts. He had social anxiety, and kept to himself. He really only had one good friend, and he had known her since they were very young.

Suzanne Berhow was the daughter of the small town’s mayor, and as such, was much more wealthy than Arin’s family. She always had money to throw around and she absolutely had her father wrapped around her finger. Arin remembered first meeting her when his mother brought him along to her ranch, where she took care of horses. Suzanne had told her father she wanted a pony, and so he had enlisted in Arin’s mother to teach Suzy to ride.

Despite their differences in upbringing, they had a lot in common. They both enjoyed art, video games, comics. Suzy didn’t have a problem hanging out with Arin in school, even though she was considered ‘pretty’ and ‘popular,’ and that she ‘shouldn’t hang around with weird loner kids.’

As they aged and matured, their friendship remained strong, and it was clear that they had other things in common. Arin enjoyed letting Suzy put makeup on him, and dress him up in clothes that were otherwise ‘feminine.’ Eventually, they would even share their thoughts on boys at school.

A friend like Suzy was really all that Arin needed, so he didn’t feel the need to seek out other companions. Even when Suzy would invite him to go out with her and her friends, he often denied her, sheepishly, preferring to stay in and work on a painting or a sketch.

Life continued like this for a year after Arin dropped out of school. Things changed when his father fell ill.

All too soon, it was just Arin and his mother against the world. Ever the resilient woman, she remained strong. Arin knew, however, that she was just trying to be strong for him, and underneath, she was anything but. He knew he had to do the same for her.

She insisted that it wasn’t necessary, but Arin picked up a waiter job. It was the only job he could get with his GED, and it didn’t pay that well, but it kept Arin busy. The death of his father had resulted in his first tough bout of artist’s block. He figured that if he kept busy, the mourning would fade away, and he’d be back to doing art soon, just like his dad would have wanted. His father had always been his biggest supporter, his mother coming in right behind.

He eventually was able to bring himself to create again, but it just didn’t come as easily as it once had. Not to mention, late night and early morning shifts at the diner made it harder for him to find the energy, or the time, to sit down and paint or draw.

His canvases, his paints, his pastels and pencils were all pushed into a closet in the corner of his room. His dreams of being an aspiring artist were now just memories, and his once-bright vision of the future was now reduced to tunnel-vision; focusing only on how he would get through the day into tomorrow.

It was a fateful day in mid-February, three years later, when a chain of events began that would change Arin’s life forever.

It was about 10:30 in the morning, Arin noted, as he checked the watch on his wrist, a gift from Suzy. The diner was packed with fresh-from-the-steeple churchgoers, inhaling criminal amounts of pancakes, french toast, waffles, and muffins, as if the world was ending tomorrow. Arin wasn’t a religious fellow so for all he knew, it could be, as if everyone was in on it but him.

He had only been working for about two hours, but it felt like he’d been going for six.

He was waved down, another refill for some obnoxiously loud child’s glass of milk. Waved down again, another stack of pancakes for a man that looked like he seriously should reconsider.

When he was waved down the third time, he felt a smile tug at his previously ‘fucking-try-me’ expression. It was Suzy, and her father. They must have just been seated by the other waiter running about, a fellow named Vernon that Arin would swear up and down had the hugest crush on him, but just wouldn’t say anything about it.

He approached the table, tucking his server underneath his arm. Vernon could cover anyone else who needed him for just two minutes, tops.

“Hey, Suzy. Mr. Berhow.” He smiled at the two of them, and despite the genuine smile on his face, the tiredness was apparent in his eyes. He could see concern across Suzy’s features.

“You look like you haven’t slept in days, Ar’.” She said. Her voice was so soft and lilting, it reminded Arin of butterflies. He’d once painted a portrait of her with several butterflies about, because of that very analogy. To this day, it hung in her bedroom, which looked fitting for a gothic-era princess.

Arin rubbed his eyes, raising his brows as he did so, “Pretty sure I haven’t. I don’t even remember sleeping last night. I actually don’t even remember yesterday. But, them’s the breaks, right?” He put on a chipper attitude and expression for Suzy anyway, and he could see her appreciative smile.

“Oh!” Suzy then turned and looked at her father for a split second. He looked up from his menu, with raised brows. She shook his shoulder excitedly, “Daddy! Can I tell Arin about what you’ve got up your sleeve for tomorrow!?”

He chuckled, and shook his head, but Suzy knew that meant ‘yes’ instead of ‘no.’

“You know Daddy’s always the king at the Mardi Gras parades, but now that I’m twenty, I can finally be the princess at the parade!” She beamed, practically dancing in her seat with excitement.

Arin laughed, “The role you were born for, huh, Suz’?”

She nodded, which made Arin laugh again. She continued, “And since it’s gonna be my big Mardi Gras debut, Daddy was able to pull some strings for something EXTRA special! Oh, Daddy, can I tell him!?” He bounced in her seat, looking back at her father once more, who was still smiling, his nose buried in the menu. He looked as if he was ready to order, but he was waiting for Suzy to get her excitement out of her system.

Suzy squealed, causing some other patrons in the restaurant to turn their heads, so she lowered her voice, gesturing for Arin to come closer. “Daddy invited—and they accepted!—Daddy invited NSP to perform for the parade. Danny’s gonna be my prince!”

Arin’s brows shot up, “Oh, shit, really?” He glanced at Suzy’s father who was boasting a prideful smirk on his face.

“Anything for my little princess.” He said, fondly.

Suzy was still bouncing in her seat, silently squealing.

Arin knew the band, as they were Suzy’s favorite, and she had introduced him to them ages ago. In fact, he knew that Dan was at least 15 years older than the both of them, and he wondered if Suzy’s father knew that. Dan Avidan, the lead singer and soon-to-be-prince-of-Mardi-Gras, didn’t look a day over 25. As Arin thought about it a few seconds longer, he found it likely that Suzy had probably fudged Dan’s age in order to convince her father to go through with this whole thing.

“Well, damn, that’s awesome Suzy.” He said, smiling at her, though it was somewhat half-hearted. He’d thought that maybe, just maybe, she would have wanted her best friend to be the prince. But he supposed that would insinuate he and Suzy were involved, and that was far from the case.

“I KNOW! Oh, Ar’, I’m so excited! They’re arriving this afternoon, and since they’re our guests of honor, they’re going to be staying with me and Daddy at the Mayoral Mansion! Oh, yeah! We’re throwing a party tonight in order to welcome them. You HAVE to come!” She grabbed Arin by his apron and tugged on him aggressively. “Promise you’ll be there!”

“I—Jeez, Susy, you’re gonna ruin—ALRIGHT I’ll be there!” When Arin finally agreed, Suzy hopped up from her seat and threw her arms around Arin’s neck, throwing her legs up behind her, effectively hanging around the taller man’s neck. Suzy was nearly a foot shorter than him, but he was used to this.

Once she had relinquished him, he straightened out his uniform. “Once I’m done here, I’ll go home and crash for like… Two hours. Then, I promise, I’ll be at your place for the party.” Just as Arin had finished his statement, his name was called from the kitchen. He’d probably been loitering around Suzy’s table a bit too long.

“Ah, sorry, I gotta go. Vernon’ll take your orders. I’ll see you later tonight Suzy, Mr. Berhow.” He began power-walking back towards the kitchen.

“You better, Hanson!” he heard Suzy call out over the noise of the other diner patrons.

Notes: I hope to churn out chapters for this steadily. I don't think this will include any kind of Adult Situations, and if I feel so compelled to write something of that nature, I'll write it in a separate work.

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