#im gonna go .... do some wizardry >:)

[innocent-cat]

Hello darling! Is it okay to request a Vax x F!Reader x Percy (love triangle) one-shot? Where the reader is a human sorcereress from a noble family and somehow ends up with Vox Machina, only for Percy and Vax to develop feelings for her (or them, if you are more comfortable) a year later and become rivals and try to impress her.

I hope this isn't too weird! And it's fine if you don't want to do it! Have a wonderful day/night! Stay safe! 🤗💖

OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSS i actually love this idea so much

Sorceress and noble????? OF COURSE SHE HAS TIESSS WITH THE DE ROLOSSS AND THATS WHY SHE JOINSNSMNNSNS

It's awesome you clarified gender! i only do non-b pronouns when someone doesn't specify the gender. Otherwise I am happy to write for male or female!

sorry im getting excited

Vax'ildan x Reader x Percival

Warnings - idk probably gonna lean towards my bbg percy, not so obvious love triangle, swearing, im literally gonna be using f/n and shit, I'm literally rewatching to remember how to write them as I write this so good luck reading my poor memory of characters, I will use she/her, FUCK I HAD TO USE [name] IM SO SORRY, timeskip because oh my god this is so long,

"Vox Machina's (least) favorite Sorcerer.", Vax x Reader x Percy

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[F/N] - Family Name

Lady Mystra - Goddess of magic/The weave

[Name] - I was too embarrassed to use y/n

Envonium - The name of the city you are a noble to (Sorry, couldn’t avoid it)

Twinned spell - A sorcery thing that allows a sorcerer to make one spell turn into two to attack two targets, never the same one twice in a row.

You come from a very rich cultured, religious, well mannered, prestigious and otherwise very dependent on magic kingdom. It only makes sense for such a huge part of the culture surrounding the beautiful city known as "The city of the weave", purely for its well known prestigious academies of magic, to have a generally magical culture. Many everyday tasks require magic, or it is commonly frowned upon to do some actions without it.

As a noble sorcerer yourself, your parents couldn't help themselves but give you the education you needed to become stronger as a magic wielder. They began your education at a young age, which proved a struggle for you to connect with companions and school partners who surrounded you. You were always disconnected from the reality of the lives of non-nobles. Other students seemed to feel the same way, and instead of adapting for you or explaining culture to you, they excluded you, making you an outcast in your own kingdom.

Lucky for you, your parents had many allies and peace treaties with those they were more powerful than or equal to, which happened to include the de Rolos. Once they learned of their children, one of which happened to be your age, Percy, they urged them to allow you, their only daughter, to meet Percival and his siblings.

Sadly, your exclusion in school made you awkward around him, and the two of you had trouble holding conversation for a very long time during your visit to Whitestone. It wasn't until your parents mentioned to Lady and Lord de Rolo the education they put you through so you could become a stronger sorcerer, that Percy warmed up to you and began to ramble about sorcery and wizardry, of which you knew much of both.

His curious personality led to conversations that lasted hours only asking the weave, which was tiring. When you began asking him questions back, he could not help himself but go on rants about science, history, and anything he remembered learning, which was a lot. The two of you had a rivaled education.

"That's... not really how the weave works. Where did you even hear that? That's absurd." You'd quip back at his stupid questions(At least, to you, they were stupid.), that you assumed were common knowledge.

"Well- in this book- it speaks of manipulating and changing the weave to cast spells." He was always defensive, quoting books directly and going as far as showing you the page.

With a sigh, "That book is decades old. You don't manipulate the weave, you pull it. Not even pull! It is a very delicate process." You knew it would be hard to explain, because you didn't quite understand it yourself yet.

Every summer, you would visit Whitestone until they suddenly stopped responding to letters, in which your parents cautiously chose to cut ties with the kingdom, without telling you. Whenever you'd ask about it, they'd hush you or change the topic. It confused you, but deep down, you knew they knew something about it.

Of course, this lets you down. You had begun to develop feelings for the boy who showed you kindness and bonded with you over something you were very prideful in. However, you eventually had to give up asking your parents questions about this, and continued your education in the weave.

Of course, your demanding parents practically begged you to practice your magic in real world experiences so you could be truly prepared. When you showed hesitation in doing such a thing, they only pushed harder- in fact, they packed your bags for you. They gave you a lot of gold for the road, a magic bag to hold everything needed, a change of clothes, food for a few days(Bread, cheese, water.), and a map. Not much, but they knew you were more than capable of making due.

Obviously, being a noble of the [F/N] family gave you a target on your back, but it wasn't much of a problem. It seems people underestimate you because you aren't armed with anything but a quarterstaff, but it takes no less than a chromatic orb or a fireball to kill them within seconds.

With background check over, you sit in a tavern.. :3

A group of loud, drunken, lowly mercenaries are shouting across the bar and asking for trouble with several strong looking city dwellers. You can tell they have no real experience in fighting other than bullying people for their money based on their muscles and lack of scars.

You try to ignore the banter, trying to get lost in a pint of beer as you sip on it, the woozy drunk feeling freeing you from an emotional state you get late into the night when left alone to think of your family, your people, and more importantly, all the books you had to leave behind to come here.

You're brought out of your thoughts as a table goes flying over your head, followed by a mug that hits your head, wetting you with the remaining alcoholic liquid left in the cup.

You quickly snap around, rubbing your now pounding head. You ready yourself to cast a spell strong enough to rival the sun against the dirty drunken party, but you realize it was one of the burly men who like to pretend to be tough who threw the table at you. You quickly change the direction of your twinned spell, making quick work of both of them as they fall stunned to the floor. The bar fight ensues as you knock the two of them out, an elf with dark and long hair defends you as another drunken man swings at you with a makeshift weapon. It seemed like it was a leg to a chair, but you couldn't tell in the blur of the quick paced fighting.

Once the quick turned fight ends, a female ranger announces to the barkeeper that 'Vox Machina' will pay back their tab in due time. You roll your eyes, and with a groan, you begrudgingly hand up a small bag of gold to cover their tab and look at the elven woman with an extremely annoyed face. She looks back, surprised you paid their tab, and even more so surprised you have the audacity to look at her with such a face.

A white haired, taller man looks at you with extreme shock. His face is familiar, but you know better than to stare, something he must have forgotten. Your face shifts into a less disgruntled face as the barkeeper speaks to you, thanking you for kindly paying the group's tab.

With the showy smile you were taught, you give him a soft and polite 'You're very welcome. Thank you for your hospitality.'

Your conversation with the barkeeper is cut short when the brunette, elven woman loudly asks you "And who the fuck are you?"

It sounded much more like actual curiosity than impoliteness, so you choose to not respond with the same tone, instead introducing yourself.

"[Name] [F/N]." (Guys im actually so sorry for having to do that, it feels taboo bc no one likes it) One side of you hoped they knew your family name for the sake of fear or authority, but the other hoped they didn't for the sake of having new beginnings.

Their gnome cleric seemed to be working your name out, familiarity reading on her face. You can tell it clicks when she looks up at you thinking of what to say, but she instead introduces herself and the rest of the party.

"Hi.. I'm Pike, this is Grog, the two similar looking elves are twins, Vex and Vax. The druid is Keyleth, and.. Scanlan is the guy pissing on the sign right now." As she speaks you can hear the encouraging smile on her face in her voice, her friendly introduction and personality persuading you to not judge or speak ill of Vox Machina.

You smile at all of them as she introduces them, except for Scanlan, your face rests in disgust watching the half nude gnome piss on a sign, then accidentally piss on a guard of the kingdom.

You turn expectantly to the one Pike seemingly forgot to introduce, the look of disgust still on your face. He seems startled you gave him the sour face, and you quickly fix it. You wave a beckoning motion at him to introduce himself.

"My name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III'' You finally realize who he is, and your face contorts to curiosity, but there's a small amount of disgust evident in it as well.

You have no clue what his family might have done to your’s for them to cut ties with his, but it couldn't have been good. Your mother always fought your father to keep as many allies as possible, and it was very rare for them to both agree on cutting ties.

Rolling your eyes at his long introduction, you cross your arms. The wisp of cold night wind swishes through your hair, as you feel it on your neck. You look up at him like scum under your foot, standing a distance of around 4 feet away from him.

"Do.. you guys know each other?" Pike asks you awkwardly, the rest of the party staring at the two of you awkwardly as well, noticing your repulsed face and Percy's face of surprise.

You scoff. "Know each other? No no.. we're only childhood best friends of neighboring kingdoms." Your voice seethes in sarcasm, your gaze not leaving Percy.

A new voice enters the awkward situation, the elven rogue, Vax, who protected you earlier.

"Yeah, you two really seem to be bonded to the core." His sarcasm matches your's, and you laugh softly, finally turning away from the silent Percy.

Walking towards him to converse, your face changes to a more smug than angry expression, your eyebrows still turned downward. The two of you banter for a moment before Scanlan awkwardly reveals a request for mercenaries.

"You guys wouldn't mind if I joined you, right? It's been a long while since I've been part of a party, and even longer since I’ve seen Percy." You ask Pike, who you assume is the leader of the party as she seems most responsible.

"It never hurts to have a few extra hands!" You can tell she's still dwelling on your interaction with Percy, as her tone is sensitive and her words practically dance around what just happened.

(Timeskip because theres literally a gap in writing in the show BECAUSE I DONT FUKCING KNOW WHAT TO DO HELP)

Waking up in the morning and climbing the stairs up to the ruler of Emon was a struggle, and you couldn't help but cast an ice spell to soothe the headache you currently had. Percy had tried to talk to you a few times, but you had shrugged him off at every opportunity. He opted to walk in the front of the group, conversing lightly with Vex and Keyleth.

It was nice talking to Vax so casually, as it wasn't an opportunity given to you often to speak informally. He gave you a few confused glances whenever you slipped up and started speaking formally, and you'd let out an awkward laugh and wave your hand in front of your face to try and get him to ignore it.

"So- what brings you to Emon?"

"My mother and father pushed me out of the kingg..domm.. I just want to practice my sorcery. I haven't really used it outside of learning it in practice." You trail off, when he gives you a weird look after mentioning your home.

"Oh. Really? That sounds.. wonderful. You seem a truly powerful sorcerer." He replies to you with an awkward smile on his face, trying to keep the conversation flowing with you as best as possible.

Once the party reaches the doors, Trinket, Vex's pet bear, stays on the outside of the doors with the guards. The party all make an awkward introduction, and you attempt to quip that you aren’t part of Vox Machina perse, but Scanlan quickly spoke over you in song, and went over you quite quickly, introducing you as “The sorcerer princess of the city of the weave!” And honestly? You had to admit it was better than anything you were expecting him to say about you, even if he had gotten some facts wrong.

A ‘punch in the gut’ feeling washed over you as you remember that you are a high status noble walking among a group of barfing, hungover mercenaries, and you look just as hungover as the rest of them. You quickly straighten yourself out and push around Vax with a soft ‘Sorry..’ and stand next to Percy, hoping to look better next to him, another noble. He seems surprised but ignores it, letting Scanlan bullshit you guys through the ‘meeting’ you had interrupted by walking in. Eventually, Emon’s ruler and a few advisers approve of your group saving the kingdom, in exchange for a very large box presumably full of gold coins.

You all quickly board the boat like aircraft, shuffling to stand near the railing, you find yourself standing next to Percy after not wanting to interrupt whatever was going on between Vex and Vax, opting to not seem rude or nosy. You of course, keep your space between you and him, and lean on the rail, debating on starting the conversation.

And you do.

“So.. what could the de Rolos have done to have angered the [F/N]s?” You ask, sarcastically, but genuinely curious.

Percy turns and looks at you with a face of bewilderment. “What did we do? What are you talking about?” Percy’s voice has anger lacing through it, and he wasn’t trying to hide it, but it’s not like he was trying to show it either.

“I mean, what did you guys do? Lord de Rolo stopped responding to my mother’s letters, and one day both mother and father refused to speak of Whitestone. It was like you guys did some horrible offense against lady Mystra, or, I don’t know, maybe betrayed one of our stronger alliances?” You dig deeper under his skin unknowingly, your face only showing confusion.

Percy’s stance changed, and he turned his body to face you. “My father stopped responding to your mother’s letters because he was murdered. They.. were all murdered. I ran from my kingdom, barely escaping my attackers, and I assumed you did your’s?”

Your mouth drops ever so slightly in shock, but you quickly close it. “I’m so sorry, Percy. I had no clue. I wish I could have convinced my parents to do something.. And no, I didn’t run from Evonium. My parents sent me away to become stronger.. I finally graduated from my academy.” Your eyes are glossy, as if hurt for Percy for what happened to his family. Your expression was soft, and pitiful. It almost completely contrasted the look you gave him at the bar, if it weren’t for that same pitiful look that knitted in your eyebrows as the wind blew against your face.

He turns away, unwilling to think about the look you had given him. He sighs. “It’s quite alright. I don’t blame you for assuming our families crossed one another. If I was in your position I would have done the same.”

You scoot closer to him, but leave room to breathe. You felt selfish for wanting to heal your relationship so fast, so you would let him choose when the wound was closed.

You felt eyes burning into the back of your head, but you tried ignoring it. Unaware it was Vax, you choose not to turn, and hope it was nothing. It seems he doesn’t want the wound to close at all, and he has a face that reads jealousy. He turns back to Vex, continuing their conversation and trying to shake off the feeling he had about you and Percy.

The ship shakes, and quickly levitates to the ground, a small wooden town ahead of you. The tents were torn, and burns were evident in the wood that kept the cloth up. It didn’t look like the work of a reckless wizard or sorcerer, and it seemed like it came haphazardly from above. You slowly walk down the aircraft beside Percy in silence. Scanlan makes some kind of sexual comment to the woman who brought us here, to which she ignores and promptly leaves without a word. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

You and Percy walk awkwardly behind everyone else, as Vax walks beside Keyleth, Pike next to Grog, and Vex next to Scanlan, which she was visibly upset about. However, she didn’t seem too upset as the two bantered sarcastically back and forth. The trail to the tents begins to go down hill, the path muddy and slippery. You try to hold onto Percy’s shoulder as you walk down, in which he drapes an arm around your waist in response to, trying to help support you, but it only brings you flashes of your childhood crush on him, and you fail to pay attention to the floor, despite having a staring contest with it.

You slip, falling backwards for only moments before Percy’s hand grips your hip, his arm already behind your back to support you, and pulls you back up. It was a pull with quick strength that was more of a reflex than an action, and it pulls you nearly face to face. You blush, and mutter a quick ‘Thanks, Percy.’, and he looks away with a quickly spoken, flustered, “Yeah! Yes. Of course.” as if he was trying to pull himself together. You pull away, but keep your hand on Percy’s shoulder until fully down the slope.

Vax turns around to look at the commotion, and he catches a glimpse of you blushing at Percy. He can’t help but scoff at it, and turns back around to talk to Keyleth, only really half talking to her, and her only really half talking to him.

#x reader #percy de rolo #vox machina #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #vax'ildan #vex and vax #vex'ahlia #pike trickfoot #scanlan #vax x reader #vax #vax'ildan x reader #critical role #female reader #love triangle #percyxreaderxvax love triangle #percyxreader love triangle

[enneamage]

so idfk critblr ask etiquette because i dont go here also i was supposed to have left the fandom a year ago but what can you do, right. i'll just throw my shit at you like a monkey and hope something sticks???

my interest is billzo, esp how endlessly trauma informed all of his actions are, ever. I watched his recent video about his expirience with disassociation and content creation and all that. Have you watched that? Do you have opinions? I have opinions. I am not gonna type them all out because rambling that much in a random ask would probably be rude (?). But still, anything on Billzo would be neat my brain is in overdrive figuring him out.

One thing i find interesting about him is how much and how well he lies. Like he does it for fun all the time, to the point where i almost want to pathologize it (mans having a bit too much fun with it ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ). Also normally i am very good at telling when people are lying but he catches me off guard regularly... And im kinda of stuck between putting the lying into his trauma informed actions or just calling him a Pathological Liar (which seems harsh). Also VERY possible some of the stories other anons said he has told on stream are bs, just saying.

Another thing is this (trauma response?) he does where he wants to say something, believes it would be offensive to his fans or people around him. Then, he does this weird thing where he gets pissed at shutting himself up, gets defensive over something he hasn't even said yet, decides offense is the best defense, and usually it comes as the original thing that he wanted to say, but defensively and rude-ish. He does it multiple times in the misfits "do all streamers think the same" video, if anyone is interested. Its SUCH a weird behaviour and i want to dissect his brain like a frog (Joke). I dont know a lot about that number wizardry you do, but yeah anything is aprechiated at this point (i am desperate)

physically have to stop my rambling here or i will look even more insane. Goodbye

Hello and goodbye anon we love the transparency.  

He seemed fairly normal in the video you mentioned, but I do broadly get what you mean by playing the defensive-offensive; the way that Bill’s people-pleaser traits can get run through an aggressive filter is fascinating. It’s hard to be edgy while also staying on peoples good sides, but he’s compelled to do both, and it seems to make him act strange sometimes. I’ve seen behavior like that a few times before, it’s like witnessing a negotiation where one person is really pushing for their side, with repressed anxiety feeding the pseudo-agression. I would put it somewhere between angling for his input to be given a chance (helper streak comes out strange for him sometimes) and unconscious worry around rejection. The video mostly seemed like him being mindful of not pissing off The Mob, though, which is a skill that most public figures need to master in some way.

Technically lying due to trauma could fall under the “Pathological liar” umbrella because it would have that deep psych component, but I haven’t seen enough to make that call. (Edit: I got cold feet on this line since sources were mixed, it's just not something that people get diagnosed with outside a bigger condition so it's an umbrella term.) I also haven’t seen enough / caught on to enough of these moments to spot if there’s a pattern in what he says and when he says it, but that’s something to keep an eye out for. Is there generally an effect/emotion that he’s looking to create, or is it the simple fun of fooling people? Who does he lie to the most? He might just be a trickster, but these things are sometimes layered. (Things I would keep a special eye out for is lying to make others more sympathetic to him, that can sometimes be a form of asking for help without having to ask or risking rejection in unhealthy Twos.)

The dissociation is interesting because on one hand Bill suffered with it uniquely in the way that it affected him, but it could be both his psyche and the situation together. It wouldn’t surprise me if more cases of people blowing up quick going forward had that feeling of unreality, where the sudden lack of adjustment period knocks people off balance and they don’t have the time to steady themselves again. It’s common to hear “It was an out of body experience, it didn’t feel real” in kind of a passing way when people talk about big changes, but if you think about it those are dissociative concepts, people not integrating the new reality fully. If he was already predisposed to dissociation, it might have thrown gas on the fire for him.

I feel like I come off as harsh on Bill because of the ways he usually comes up in conversation, but I think a lot of people share the sentiment of not only liking him but wanting to like him. I'm hoping that he'll be able to get his feet underneath him in the new year because I do want him to do well.

#gen blzo tag #blzo 2w3 #also the numbers aren't actual magic I promise #they're just weirdly good #…and have an obscure historical origin that goes way back I need to look into it someday

[astyrluna]

im boutta load up bg3 but first i gotta get some thoughts abt my tavs backstory out lmao

as you may know my tavs name is astyr and hes based on the oc thats my minecraft skin, so cuz of that i gave him the outlander background. but ofc the game offers you dialogue choices based on being baldurian and i have selected some of them SO im gonna say his parents were those off the grid, isolationist types. didnt trust other people, hated towns and cities. for the first few years of his life he was raised out in the wilds, only taught what was necessary for survival, hunting and fishing for food, building tools and shelter from scratch. but, he was always a curious kid, and even tho his parents forbade him from approaching other people, he would occasionally see travelers or adventuring parties down by the river he liked to fish at

astyr overheard a LOT of these people talking abt baldurs gate, which ofc piqued his curiosity, and eventually while tryna eavesdrop on an interesting conversation abt magic and sorcery vs. wizardry, he got spotted. now obviously this was a dirty, ratty little feral tiefling kid, so they assumed hed been abandoned and offered to bring him back to the city. and, well, these people were nice, and his parents were mean, and he wanted to know more abt the city but he could never find out how to get there, so he agreed

im thinkin that these adventurers ask his name, and he has no idea what a name even is, and these people are devastated. how long has this kid been out here??? and then he says his parents always called him "you" or "child" or "boy," are those names? and these adventurers are like "what the fuck??? kid are you okay???"

ANYWAY astyr is brought to baldurs gate and set up at an orphanage or smth (im not that far into the game idk if theres actually an orphanage or anythin actually in baldurs gate) and holy shit, this kid now has access to books. this kid learns fast, and as soon as he grasps the basics of reading hes basically teaching himself. its around this time he also discovers hes a sorcerer, and has a propensity for thunder/lightning magic, and starts teaching himself how to be a storm sorcerer! and also picks out a name for himself. he just thought it sounded nice

he eventually leaves the orphanage or wherever he was brought to and starts just livin out on the streets of baldurs gate, sneaking into school classrooms to learn whatever he can whenever he can and spending most of his time in libraries and whatnot, while slipping back out into the wilds to hunt for his own food and spending most nights sleeping in trees. hes just out here bein a forest cryptid and masquerading as a normal lower city kid, and by the time hes in his late teens its only partially acting. hes like a weird mix of feral wild-man and street-smart urchin, and is all the while honing his magic. and lemme tell ya hes a damn good sorcerer. hes not famous or well known, hell, basically only other ppl living on the streets know who he is, but he ended up being the go-to guy for magic stuff if you have no way to pay. just give him smth to eat or a potion or smth and hes down to do whatever

ALSO cuz hes a tiefling he obvs faced all the discrimination that tieflings face, so most of his social interaction was with other tieflings. hes pretty connected to tiefling customs, culture and history and takes pride in himself and his people

last thing, cuz he is p much a self insert, hes my age (24 almost 25) and this actually makes him one of, if not the youngest of the group? like, the only one i could see as being around that young as well would be shadowheart. maybe karlach too, depending on how young she was when she was sent to zariel, but i read her as being late 20s-early 30s anyway. so this rag tag group of adventurers on their way to save the world has inadvertently made the youngest member of their group the de facto leader. like ofc astyr is still a grown ass man but almost the entire rest of this group are in their mid-30s at the youngest, and yet this 25 year old is the one in charge while out adventuring. and while hes GOOD at it but he does still have his moments that remind the others that hes the youngest of them. idk i just find that whole dynamic interesting and kinda funny

...to get a bit angsty for a sec, one of these "he really is the youngest of us" moments was the reaction to kar'niss' pleading after astyr convinced him to walk into the shadows (based on my own negative reaction to that moment). that slightly smug smirk of satisfaction from outsmarting and avoiding a fight drops from his face in a second, ears lowering and tail freezing, and for the first time since the companions met him, astyr pales. he seems to snap out of his funk when the harpers speak to them again, and he goes onwards like everything is normal, but his tail still isnt moving. normally, it sways when he walks, flicks like a cats when hes content, idly wraps around the ankles of whoever hes standing closest to, but no, its just been dragging limply behind him ever since. and sometimes, in the silence and the darkness, he gulps, and shivers, and if theyre listening carefully, his breaths shake. and while he talked the toll keeper into killing herself with no problem, when the party was on the roof and spotted the drider and his caravan again, now shadow creatures, they all saw him freeze for a moment, but only astarion, who was stood in front of him to shoot the creatures all down from the edge of the rooftop, saw the shine of welling tears, the obvious signs of reliving that memory, in his eyes

#astyr.txt #bg3

[molabuddy]

i was suddenly consumed w the desire to become a cool wizard so i drew myself as a cool wizard :)

#arts #my art #my ocs #my sona #wizard #im gonna go .... do some wizardry >:) #graphics on the inside+outside of the hat nd cape were from google lol . free images of water+clouds #and a science diagram of a bunch o fish :)

[b4kuch1n]

You’re first of your line to be born into this balloon of dust people call a city. If one wants to get technical, your family’s of the third Sand line in Nam Định; but to be quite honest that doesn’t mean much. You just call yourself a concrete witch. Your grandma calls you a waste. Both for the concrete thing and the art student thing. Your best friend’s a composite wizard; you like to imagine how mad your grandma would be if she knew that. 

You go by Sa, both online and between friends. You’re a young lady, twenty years of age, who hasn’t seen her family in more than six months. You’re a concrete witch, and bureaucracy is your biggest enemy, just like anyone else’s in this city.

some random ideas for an urban fantasy thing set in Hanoi. 

#original art #urban fantasy #bakanohealthy #incomprehensible guide to urban wizardry #thats the name of the folder for this thing in my computer #long post #Sa the concrete witch #lmao Hanoi is her home turf #I still have some leftover ideas for this Im gonna get them out tonight maybe #I do have plans to go out tonight but also jet lags keeping me up #but anyway yeah this is also a bit of a study #these are all pretty common things in my home city #and I need to draw them more #this is my nostalgia masterpost aayyyyyy #I need to get lunch tho I skipped lunch to draw this #have a good day yall

[admiringlove]

IX: aparecium; an incantation to always remember.

— you finally read all the other pages of his diary.

+pairing: miya atsumu x reader.

+genre: crossover(hq x hp); fluff; angst; frenemies to lovers.

+word count: 2.9k.

+warnings: FLUFF!! pls, if i don’t put fluff, some of my moots would cry(*cough* ray).

+usual customers(taglist): @babyworld @renee1414 @anotherhydrangea @seita @tobiosnoelle @weebslxt @tsukkiwaifu16 @loveusandoor @kozumebri @sarawrz @crackheadsara @kyuudere @cultsax @supernovaa-a @akaashikeijisan @b3llo-there @sugasloverr @kagebunshiin @tetsurolls @velvetfireworks @kritiiiii @1wai@seijohlogy​ @sweetrosemilktea @bellesowl @ems1des​ @akaashi-todorki @sakuric​ @irishhbamb​ @sweetsamus​ @cherriechurros @mxshimoo @bluebirdandcomrades @zukuroo @denki-core @sarahvvictoria​ @littlevoxine

+author’s notes: this is the last chapter(im def not sad) BUT i will be writing bonus parts!!

+navigation: previous, masterlist,.

You stand in front of your apartment, sighing as you close your eyes, making your way inside your bedroom and begin to pick up the cardboard boxes with the help of your wand, moving them outside into the living room for someone(who is quite late, yet again) to take to your new home.

You tie your hair up, fixing your overcoat a little as you sigh, making your way to the smallest box, placed in the corner of the room. Just by looking at the stamp on top of it, you smile. 

The memories of your time at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

You carefully sit on your knees, your plaid skirt riding up just a smidge, as you open the carton in front of you. 

To say that it was filled up completely was an understatement because right now, a few books and photographs fell out onto your lap, making you chuckle. You picked up the photographs, settling with your back against the wall and your legs stretching out, as you looked through them one by one. 

The first one—one of your graduation ceremony, standing next to Shimizu Kiyoko(the current owner of the most popular Quidditch shop in London) who was beaming vividly at the camera with you, holding up your wands as a gesture that you had finally done it. Something that seemed almost insurmountable when you first started school, and now? You all were content, happy with your lives. 

The second photograph was one from the third year, your first time in Hogsmeade. You were in The Three Broomsticks, and a mustache of the froth from the butterbeer had formed atop your lips. Behind you, a certain fox pointed and laughed his guts out. 

The next picture was from the Shrieking Shack—where all of your friends had ditched the second last day of school and spent the whole day drinking and reminiscing the past seven years of nostalgic happiness. A boy held your hand with the fondest look in his carob orbs, and you returned it. 

You gingerly took the three photos, storing them in the photo album that had also fallen out of the box in the process of you opening it. Smiling, you took out some more mementos. 

Your broomstick, the Nimbus 2001, sat at the bottom, but you excitedly removed it and placed it on the ground, saying, "Up!"

It almost made it to your hand but fell down upon grazing your fingertips. You pouted, blaming the number of years it had passed since you had played Quidditch. Peering into the box as you placed the broomstick aside, you found something even funnier. 

Cheap, piss colored hair-dye that was almost ten-years-old. 

You chuckled, looking at it playfully as you opened the top of the bottle. The disgusting odor that came from it made you grunt as you immediately placed the cap back on top, never desiring to touch that thing ever again. And once more, you placed the item in your hand to the side, looking into the box to find more things that reminded you of your happiest years. 

You couldn't believe your eyes at what sat at the bottom of the carton. 

An empty notebook with a soft leather cover, with a grey quill by its side, sitting there and ridiculing you. 

You blinked twice, making sure what you were seeing was real. Hell, you even rubbed your eyes until you could see mindless patterns in the dark. You opened your eyes, the patterns making themselves sort of visible in plain sight, disappearing after a few milliseconds when you grabbed the brown book in front of you and whispered with your wand in hand, "Aparecium."

September 2, 20**.

I don’t know what I’m doing at this point. It’s been 3 years since I started loving her.  When I saw her walk into the train today, umm, yesterday cause it’s past 2 AM now… I felt so happy?? I mean, I know I tease her and all, she’s quite amazing. She’s got the brains for it all and insults me back even when I say something stupid.  I really dunno. 3 years and I’ve made 0 progress. I seriously need to re-think my decision about my love for this girl 'cause 'Samu says there’s no chance she loves me back. Dunno if I’ll be able to stop my feelings, though. I’ve liked her since my second year. Damn me, for being such a lovesick puppy.  And to think I colored my hair for her too. [Y/N] called it piss-colored. Out of all things, why the fuck would ya compare somebody’s hair to piss? That’s utterly disgusting. I wonder where [L/N] gets these dumb ideas. Damn her, that slug. Anyways, I have class in a couple hours. G'night. 

'Tsumu. 

You immediately let out a hearty laugh, flipping to the next page when you remembered a certain encounter with the boy who wrote the diary. The day he told you he loved you, by the infamous Black Lake, he spoke of this particular page. He said that he addressed the nightly trips around Hogwarts, about how much he longs to be yours, about his happiness when he sees you, and your snarky comments that are just as, if not more, witty than his. 

September 4, 20**

Today was the third day of school. Also my first trip around Hogwarts with [Y/N] under my invisibility cloak. We snuck into the kitchens and got ourselves steak pies and treacle tarts, and then went to the Astronomy Tower where we ate them while laughing about nothing in particular. I love these little trips. They make me all warm and fuzzy inside. Dunno how to put it into words, but I really like spending time with her alone. It makes me really really really happy. I wish that someday, maybe when I'm all grown up and play for a known Quidditch Team and she's a DADA professor, we are still like this. Going around to aimless places, eating food, and laughing about the old times(or anything really, I just want to be with her even when I'm older). And just like always, she doesn't fail to throw dumb comebacks at me. I can't help but chuckle at them, because sometimes they really are offensive. Well, looks like it's time to hit the hay now, so g'night. 

'Tsumu.

You gasp as the page comes to an end, a hand on your mouth. He wasn't wrong when he said he wrote about you. You smile as a tear runs down your cheek as you flip to a random page this time, and you realize that it's written in his sixth year of Hogwarts. 

December 23, 20**

I stayed back for Christmas break this year and my dorm is all empty. So is hers, because she says she didn't want to go back home at all until the summer. I feel bad for her gran, that woman must feel lonely. 

You giggled at the line, grinning because you remember your grandma sending you a Howler, which yelled at you in the empty dorm-room for not coming home for the holidays. She said she missed you, and that your grandfather's health was deteriorating. She had also said that she knew why you didn't come back, and that it was okay, because she understood that you couldn't see another loved one go. The Howler ended on a sorrowful note, but everything eased back into its place because you remember the writer of the diary in your hands being there to comfort you when a dreaded letter came in after the holidays. You continued reading where you left off, wiping away the new wave of tears that had emerged from the memories.

Yesterday, me and [Y/N] went around the castle under the invisibility cloak I gave her. It was fun because I always get to see this little smile on her face that only shows up during these trips. We also went to the forbidden section of the library just because we wanted to look at a few spells that are probably illegal. I did accidentally kill a rat practicing the second unforgivable curse, and [Y/N] helped me hide all the evidence by feeding the dead rat to the Hippogriff she had found in the Forbidden Forest. I swear, if someone saw the way I did the spell and couldn't stop until [Y/N] threw Expelliarmus at me, they would throw me in the deepest pin in Azkaban and I'd probably never be able to see [Y/N] again. Anyway, I have to go back out for dinner now. G'night.

'Tsumu.

You, again, laughed at the man's childishness. You recollect distinctly how scared he was, that he had almost pissed his pants in the Courtyard that night. You had assured him that nothing would go wrong and that your lips were completely sealed, because he was your friend of course, so you had quickly formulated a plan to help him. And yet again, you flip to a new page, one from the fifth year this time. 

July 15, 20**

 I hate this part every year. Ever since my third year, it sickens me to come back home for summer. I can't see her because she lives in Lambeth while I'm in Westminster with my posh family. It makes me a little angry sometimes that my family is well-known in the wizarding world because this means my summers are filled with whatever my parents want me to do. The train ride back home was definitely not quiet. It was so chaotic(mostly because of the constant bickering between me and [Y/N]) and Kita-san yelled at us at the end. That was the first time I've ever seen him get angry, so he was either really fed up or we were being too dumb. Anyway, I'm gonna miss Hogwarts a lot for the next month or so, because after that I get to see her again. Honestly? Can't wait for the sixth year. I hope she grows taller, because right now, she's quite the midget. I'll write her a letter or two, but I probably won't send all of them. G'night for now. 

'Tsumu.

You continue reading it all. Page by page, parchment by parchment, word by word, letter by letter until you finally get to the last page. The one he wrote on the graduation day, where he says that he wants to marry you someday. But you don't get to read it just yet, because he walks into the room with his booming voice and boyish grin.

"[Y/N]! Sorry I'm late, sweetheart! I apparated back home as fast as I could 'cause Coach saw me slack off a lil-"

"So ya actually read it all, huh?" he smirks, walking up to you and crouching down next to you, "Ah, the last page, have ya read it yet?"

"Not the last one," you smile, "—if only I'd read these sooner, we wouldn't have gone through all that mindless drama in seventh year, right?"

"Eh, 'twas kinda worth it in the end," he shrugs, sitting down next to you and placing his thumb on your chin, "Love, you've been crying?"

You shook your head lightly, letting out a small chuckle which to him sounded like the sweetest melody on the face on the planet, "Tears of joy, 'Tsumu. You were a cute teenager in love."

He smiles with his teeth on display, his fading blonde hair falling on his face with perfection as he whispers, "Only for you, darling."

"I'm glad," you mutter, closing in and placing a ghost of a kiss on his lips when you realize, "Wait, shit! We have to take all of this to the House! I'm supposed to leave for Hogwarts tonight!"

"Kiss me first, then we'll talk."

"'Tsumu, you really didn't have to come all the way to Hogwarts to drop me off," you giggle, as the yellow-haired man intertwines his fingers with yours quietly, giggling along with you as he says, "Hey, now yer students get to see yer hot boyfriend that you've been with for the past eight years."

"My stupid boyfriend that did a lot of illegal things in school. You're not exactly a good influence, you know," you mumble, earning a little offended open-mouth Atsumu walking alongside you to your quarters. He continues faking the vexed expression, a hand on his heart as he says, "How could ya wound me like this, baby?" 

"I love you though, so it's justified," you say, opening the door and placing your trunk by the bed. He closes the door, leaning on it with his arms crossed over his chest as you set up your things in the room. When you turned around, you saw Atsumu looking at you with the most enamored look in his clove-infused eyes. You sighed, your shoulders immediately relaxing when your orbs land on him by the door. You step towards him, your beige trench coat trailing behind as you wrap your arms around his very muscular figure(now that he's a part of Nottingham Jackals as a Beater). 

"You're going to leave, aren't you?" you mumble against his chest softly, as he chuckles out, "Yer lucky ya get to stay in Hogwarts when I'm gone. Everything's gonna remind ya of me."

Before you open your mouth to retort, your boyfriend says, "Don't worry, slug. I'll send ya letters everyday. And I'll come to meet ya twice a month. Maybe you can even let me meet yer students."

"'Tsumu, no-"

"Imagine! Children and teenagers, all of 'em love me to death. They'll love yer class, even more, when you make me meet 'em!" he exclaims, his eyes filled with curiosity, "Also, also! What about the third years? I wanna be there when the boggart lesson goes on-"

"'Tsumu, no. The school won't allow it. Although, my students do come and ask about you a lot because they like your Quidditch playing skills. They're not idiots like me, they won't fall in love with your stupid personality," you chuckle, pulling away from the hug, but still holding his arms with yours. He pouts, pulling you into a soft kiss, but immediately pulling away and winking at you, "I'm gonna see ya in a few weeks. Maybe I'll take ya on a date to Hogsmeade again, we can sneak into the Shrieking Shack again under that invisibility cloak."

"'Tsumu, I'm a teacher, not a student!" you laugh, but he simply says, "If anything, that gives us an excuse!"

Miya Atsumu never expected you to be agitatedly running around in your green-room, trying to find things for your hair and make-up. He chuckles lightly because all the other people in the room can do is shake their heads and sigh at your frantic state. Your maid-of-honor, Kiyoko, tried to calm you down about half an hour ago, but it was to no avail. 

Atsumu sent Kiyoko a knowing glance, to which she and all the other bridesmaids stepped outside for just a minute. 

"[Y/N]," he says, his voice low but still soothing. You stop in your tracks, turning around and gasping as you looked at him—clad in sweatpants and a white shirt—and widened your eyes. 

"Dummy, you aren't supposed to see me just yet! Go away and wait at the altar!" you yell, walking over to him and attempting to shove him outside the room. 

Emphasis on the word, 'attempting'. 

"You look exactly like what you are right now, a slug. So listen to me, love. I need to give ya something before you start stressin' out all over again," Atsumu murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders tenderly as he pulls out a book with a leather cover and hands it to you. 

You sigh, picking it up as you sit down by the vanity. Atsumu looms behind you, crouching down to whisper next to your ears, "Love, open the last page, will ya?"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, turning your head to look at him with exasperation. He places a peck to your cheek, humming indulgently as an indicator for you to continue as he instructed. You sigh again, shoulders drooping low as you turn over the book and open it, and muttering, "Aparecium."

July 2, 20**.

I want to marry [L/N] [Y/N] someday. 

Miya Atsumu. 

From the last day of the seventh year, and Atsumu continues to explain to you that during the train ride back home when all of you were sleeping, was when he wrote the last entry of his diary, and never opened it again. Because he knew, that he meant every word scribbled on every page. 

You sat there, listening to the man with the messy faded blonde hair, losing yourself in his perfect brown eyes all over again. You felt as if you were diving deep into an ocean of pure chocolate, the sweetness and the slight bitterness getting the best of you as you drown—but voluntarily, because drowning was your intention. 

"I love you, Atsumu," you say out of nowhere, cutting him off. He stops abruptly, his eyes growing wide and his mouth forming into a pout. His lips form into the brightest smile ever, as if the rays of a thousand suns meeting at one point. His boyish grin melts your heart, as he presses his lips to your forehead and says, "I love you more, darling. Now, take a breather, will ya?"

"Oh, and before I go. Don't disappoint me today, slug. I've been waiting to do this for the past eleven years."

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

i’m not crying. yes. 

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[unlikelymilkshakedream]

A/n: sorry this took a little longer than usual, I had a huge project for one of my classes that was the only thing on my mind for like a week. Here is part 2 to the charlie weasley story I made a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

**Flash forwards 7 months to the week before valentines day**

Love was thick in the air at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry the week before valentines day, not only were people excited to spend the day with their loved ones, but the big school dance was atop everyone's minds.

It was no different for Y/N Y/L/N and Charlie Weasley. The couple was now into their 7th month of dating and they were absolutely head over heels for each other, let alone in the time of valentines day.

In the 7 months they've been together, they of course got to all the things couples do. Sneaking around at 2am, stealing kisses in the hallways between classes, driving their friends up a wall because they couldn't stop fawning over each other, you name it.

Their friend sof course, were beyond happy for them, seeing as they were placing bets on if this year would finally be the year they go together, (of course, Barnaby had lost.)

Now coming up on valentines day, you could guess they already had a date planned.

"Y/n?" Charlie said one afternoon on their way to charms class.

"Yes charlie?" She said with the biggest grin on her face.

"I was just wondering what color my tie should be so it can match your dress at the dance." He said with that mischievous smirk.

"Hmm, I didn't know i was going to the dance, no one has asked me yet." She said looking around for someone who wasn't there.

"Ahh, fantastic! Then there won't be any competition." Charlie said as he magically pulled flowers from behind his back. "Y/n y/l/n, would you do my the honors and go to the valentines day dance with me?" He bent down as if he was curtsying.

"Why yes charlie weasley, I would love to." He stands up and kisses her cheek just as they hear a round of applause. Both turning find their friends, Penny, Rowan, Ben and Andre standing down the corridor from them.

"Congrats guys, now come on, we don't want to be late." Rowan exclaims. The couple laughs and pecks each other's lips, heading off in the direction of their class.

As y/n sits down next to her best friend Rowan, she feels a nudge in her ribs. "What Rowan?"

"Will you go to hogsmeade with me Penny, and tonks later? I'm pretty sure we're going to buy dresses. It could be a fun girls day."

"Of course Rowan, I would love to." She says with a huge grin on her face. She turns to charlie, who is talking with Ben.

"Well charlie, I known dragons are fascinating to you, but to me, I can't imagine a more terrifying things." She laughs interrupting their conversation.

"Well ben, I promise you charlie would not let one harm you." She turns towards charlie. "Hey im gonna go to hogsmeade with the girls tomorrow." He smiles

"Okay, I'll miss you." She laughs.

"Charlie ill be gone for a few hours. You'll be fine." He sighs but agrees.

The next day, y/n, tonks, Penny, and Rowan are making their way down to the village, intending on heading to the dress shop, when a snowball comes flying at tonks head. Everyone stops and turns to see Andre, Ben, Barnaby and Bill picking up snow.

The girls laugh it off and pick snow up as well, engaging in a snowball fight that the girls are clearly winning. Y/n throws one directly and Barnabys head which hits him dead in the face signaling the defeat of the boys with a tremendous roar of laughter.

As the girls say goodbye to the boys and make their way into the dress shop, to the dislike of the owner since they were wet from the snow, they are all having great times.

"I don't think I've ever seen Barnaby that shocked since when you hit him y/n." Tonks say with a roar of laughter. She laughs.

"Yeah, he didn't know what was coming ro him." They all laugh together.

"Hello ladies, what are we shopping for today?" The owner comes over and looks at the group of girls.

"Well, we would all like to purchase dresses for an upcoming ball, preferably color coordinated, although maybe not y/n since she of course has to match with her date." Penny explains with a smirk in y/n's direction.

"I see, well what colors would you like?" The women asks the girls.

"Well for me, I think red would be the best option, since charlies favorite color is red. Do you have a burgundy or wine color dress?" Y/n finishes as the owner smiles and goes to the back to look.

"Of course, charlie would love to see you in burgundy, although, I bet he already has seen more than that." Penny says with a huge smirk on her face. She of course is talking about the 2am adventure y/n and charlie took an abandoned corridor, and did some things... (ill stop there so not every single piece of mine is smut;)

Y/ns cheeks turn a deep shade of red as the owner comes back with multiple dresses to try on. A few hours later, the girls were satisfied with their purchases, y/n choosing a beautiful burgundy dress that extenuated her figure nicely, and her friends with blue dresses that all looked amazing on them.

When they got back to the castle, they went to their common rooms and decided to get some rest, as it was quite late, considering they took forever to try on dresses.

The next morning, y/n met charlie in the common room and they walked to breakfast together.

"So, you never answered my question a couple days ago." Charlie started. "What color tie shall I be wearing?" He said with a grin.

Y/n laughed at that. "I won't reveal too much, but I would go with a dark red to match my drop dead gorgeous dress." He laughed

"Ooh I can't wait." They held as hands as they walked into breakfast.

The morning of the dance was filled with sunshine through y/n's window. It was a Saturday and she was going to get ready with her friends for the ball the evening.

She started the day by getting breakfast and listening to her favorite songs. By nightfall, she was with all her friends, getting ready to have charlie drooling over her.

"Y/n, show us your beautiful dress." She went into the changing room and got on her dress, which looked amazing with her curled hair. She walked out and everyone turned to her.

"Holy shit y/n/n, you look amazing." She giggled, "thanks Rowan. Come on everyone get dressed so we can go to this thing." Within an hour everyone was making their way downstairs at 7:30pm as the dance started at 8pm.

When all the girls were downstairs at the entrance of the ball, y/n got nervous.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Rowan asked her best friend as she had yet to enter the hall.

"I don't know Rowan, i just, what if charlie doesn't like it? What if I fall on my face like an idiot, what if-"

"Hey, hey, hey, just take a deep breathe, okay? Girl you look so beautiful you don't even know, charlie is so in love with you that he is going to think you look good no matter what. You're beautiful and you don't need to stress like this. Okay? Come on." Y/n smiled at her.

"Thanks Rowan, you're the best friend ever." They hugged and y/n entered the hall, all eyes turning towards her and Rowan. Charlies mouth dropped open and bill had to quickly shut if for him. Y/n giggled at that as she made her way over to him.

"Y/n, you look, amazing." Charlie smiled. "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself red." He offered you his arm and you took it. Walking into the dance with Charlie, you felt such euphoria, you were with all of your friends and your boyfriend, it was the perfect night.

"Y/n, may I have this dance?" Charlie asked, standing from the table where his friends sat.

"Ah, such a gentleman. Of course charlie." She smiled at her friends as they waved.

As the couple took their place on the dance floor, they felt so in love with each other.

"You look so beautiful tonight y/n, I love this dress on you." She giggled.

"Thank you charlie, you look dashing as well." She said as she leaned in to kiss him, which he reciprocated almost immediately.

"Wow, y/n, that was,"

"Amazing." The two moved closer to each other as they danced, her head on his shoulder.

"I love you y/n." She froze in her place. He felt it and pulled away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, we're so young and i-" he didn't get to finish as she pulled him for a kiss.

"Its okay charlie, I love you too." He smiled as they continued dancing, into the most perfect night ever.

A/n: okay, this one is not as good as the first, sorry! But I hope you liked it, I think it's cute. Warning, next chapter there will be ANGST!heart break and sadness lies ahead lol. Please let me know what you thinked of this chapter, it means a lot to me <3

#charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley fluff #charlie weasley imagine #hphm mc #hphm au #barnaby lee #nymphadora tonks #penny haywood #rowan khanna #bill weasley

[chimura-arts]

pt..........6.

okay last post for now until i establish more locations. i’m gonna go into the magic academies here and misc locations on the map. i have more places established WITHIN cities, however i don’t think any of those are relevant for now

MAGIC ACADEMIES:

Laurel Viburnum Academy of Wizardry

bay laurel; means glory/renown

Aka laurstinus; means Cheerful in Adversity

laurel wreaths were given to show glory

Basically the private rich kid school 

Pay to get in

Has high praise and famous alumni

Evren went here!!! (Until he dropped out to become a merchant)

Cherise Massard School of the Arcane

Cherry is derived from cherise; massard was another name for cherry; cherry means good education

More arts focused than developmental

Spells are more performative than functional

Maythorn Institute of Thaumaturgy

Combination of may-tree and whitethorn, two other names for hawthorn which means hope

Biggest public magic college

Accepts every kind of student

Teaches basics so students can transfer out

Jovis Sanctum and Hall of Augury

Jovis = Jove, relation to walnut trees; walnut means intellect

Focuses mainly on divination

A more conservative and traditional, old magic school

Fimorus Branch Institution

ficus [fig] + morus [mulberry] = fig-mulberry = sycamore; means curiosity

Does a lot of magical development and advancement

Lots of official studies and reports done here

MISC LOCATIONS:

Calathea Monastery 

Prayer plant

Serves as a school for clerics

Hyakinthos Temple Ruins

Hyacinth (purple); Sorry, Please forgive me, Sorrow

Some mainen shelter here

Laurus Temple Ruins

Reference to laurels, which is related to Apollo

Supposed to be the counterpart to Hyakinthos Temple Ruins

Apollo and Hyacinth were lovers

Passiflora Monastery

Passion flower; has a lot of religious meaning apparently

has to do w/ christ or whatever

Serves as a school for clerics

Piscean Isle

Named after Pisces

Island that is not part of any real region

People live here, i just dont have lore written yet oops

The Laburnum Bastille

Laburnum; forsaken

Prison

ANYWAYS YEAAAA IM DONE!!

#ren.txt #Greenwood #worldbuilding #game development

[shewatchesworlds]

i’m actually doing things! I’m getting my blood drawn tmorrow just to make sure my thyroid isn’t to blame for any shitty brain monkeys! I’ve been seeing a counselor lady who is really cool and frames things in ways i can both understand and can’t avoid squiggling away from (aka what i usually do with myself).

Granted, I’ve only gone through 2 appointments with her and she’s away this week, but after so long of locking myself into my shitty thought cycles i’m pretty gotdang proud of myself for making these first steps outta the comfort of my pit.

#speaking of which i got some hw from her to do #which im only gonna do when i have my fiance around JUST IN CASE i start to spiral into my death pit #which neither i nor my head wizard want #beepboop #head wizardry #that'll be my tag for this if y'all have a need to block this kinda talk or anything #imma go make myself a smoothie now.

[wollymalfoy]

Double trouble x2

George Weasley x reader

Tags: @peaceofflights

Description: can you write a George Weasley x reader where the reader and her brother befriend the twins because they’re fraternal twins. Her twin always teases her because she has a huge crush on George.

Writers note: I’m sorry if this ain’t exactly what you asked for I got very carried away! 😭

July 24th was the day your life changed forever. You and your twin brother, Jamie sat down on the couch watching cartoons, the knock on the door was surprising, you didn’t get visitors often. A tall man and woman entered the living room with your mother. The man had a long white beard and blue clothes that looks a lot like pyjamas. He smiled down at the two of your blank faces, his half moon spectacles glistening in the sun. The woman wore a black pointy hat and green clothes with a similar look to the mans. She smiled at your mother and moved to sit next to you on the couch. You gasped at her as she explained that you and your brother had magical abilities and was able to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your mother was shocked but evidence was provided to show her that these two people, you now knew where a witch and wizard where telling the truth. You and your brother was extremely excited and couldn’t wait to arrive at the school. when you entered Diagon ally you and your brother spoke to as many witches and wizards as possible to find out more about the school. While there you got the items on your list, your wand, Cauldron, school books as well as your pets. You had gotten a white ferret and your brother Jamie got a screech owl.

Once you arrived at Hogwarts you couldn’t believe your eyes. ‘Pinch me Y/N’ Jamie had said once you was on the boats sailing over the lake. A great big castle stood tall and proud, much larger than you had imagined it to be. ‘What the fuck is a sorting ceremony’ Jamie exclaimed as you waited on the stairs to enter the hall. Before you could speak a red headed boy behind you answered, ‘I’ve heard it’s extremely painful’ he smirked. ‘Yeah terribly painful’ said his identical twin, ‘I’m George Weasley and this is my brother Fred’ he held his hand out and you and your brother shook it. ‘I’m Y/N Y/L/N and this is my brother Jamie’ you smiled. ‘We’re fraternal twins’ you brother said. ‘Cool’ the twins said in unison. As you walked into the hall with the Weasley twins right behind you you where in awe at the ceiling, it looked just like the night sky. Stars dotted the ceiling and great white clouds moved slowly across it. ‘We’re the first in our family to be witches and wizards ya know’ your brother said proudly. ‘Is that so? I’m guessing you don’t know about each house then?’ Fred has said. ‘A little, We asked about when we went to Diagon ally’ you said, ‘Gryffindor, hufflepuff.’ ‘Ravenclaw and Slytherin.’ your brother finished, ‘What house do you think you’ll be in?’ ‘Gryffindor’ said both the redheads. ‘All our family has been’ George said smiling at you and this made you blush. ‘Bell, Katie!’ Shouted Professor McGonagall. This made you turn your head to the front. An hold patched hat was placed on her head. ‘Gryffindor!’ It yelled loudly making you jump. After some time the twins where both sorted into Gryffindor, the whole Gryffindor table burst into cheers as each person was sorted there. Of all the houses that cheered, Gryffindor was by far the loudest. ‘Y/L/N, Jamie!’ McGonagall said. You brother gave you a worried look and you smiled to comfort him. The hat sat on his head for some time then finally shouted, ‘Gryffindor!’ You clapped as he walked over to the Weasleys. ‘Y/L/N, Y/N’ you heard McGonagall call your name. Your heart began to beat fast, what if you wasn’t put with your brother, would that mean you’d be split up forever? The hat was put on your head and spoke on your head:

Another Y/L/N, incredibly like your brother I know just what to do with you...

‘Gryffindor!’ Yelled the hat and you smiled widely as the griffindors erupted into cheers. Your brother smiled as you walked over to him. George ruffled with your hair as you sat down in front of him making you blush uncontrollably. Did you have a crush? Is this what a crush was?

For years You had this crush on George and your brother would often tease you on it. At first it was subtle, nudging as George walked past, Laughing at you when he saw you blushing or staring at the boy. However since your third year he has been trying to get you two to date.

-

‘Y/N and George kissing in a tree K-I’ ‘Y/L/N!’ Snape shouted, ‘I’ve had enough of your foolishness, go outside.’ You smirked as your brother left the class. You looked at the door after some time of listening to snape and Jamie stood and began to mime the song to you. You gave him a rude gesture and carried on with your work.

‘Awww has ickle Y/N got a crush on ickle George Weasley’ he said in a baby voice one night as he lay on your bed. ‘Shut up and get out!’ You yelled. ‘You want a big kiss from ickle George, a big sloppy kiss’ he made kissy faces as he did this. You kicked him off the bed. ‘You wanna go on late night walks and dance under the stars’ he said as he got up off the ground. ‘MUMMM!’ You shouted and he soon ran out of the room. ‘IM NOT DOING ANYTHING MUM!’ He yelled from the landinng.

-

‘Come on Y/N it’s our fourth year now just get with him!’ He cried as you sat in a compartment of the Hogwarts express. ‘Get with who?’ George said as him and his brother entered the compartment. ‘You’ your brother laughed. You gave him a harsh look, heat rising in your cheeks. George sat across from you with a shocked look. ‘I’m glad someone’s said something!’ Fred said sitting next to his brother, ‘George here has liked you since first year.’ ‘Shut up’ George said heat rising to his cheeks.

The rest of the train ride was silent, the only noise was from your brother lips slapping as he stuffed his face with Licorice wands, chocolate frogs and many other things from the trolley.

-

You sat alone on the couch reading a muggle book. The common room was fairly quiet, most students were tired because of the journey and headed off to sleep. You favourite red headed boy came and sat next to you. His eyes twinkled in the fire light, as he gave you a smile. ‘So, is it true?’ He said awkward, ‘you know, that you like me?’ He laughed slightly as he said this, hoping it was true. ‘I guess I do’ you smiled scared to look him in the eyes. ‘Great!’ He said loudly, then looking at you in shock, ‘I didn’t mean to say it that loud’ he laughed. ‘You’re gonna wake the whole castle up’ you said finally looking at George’s face.

-

‘What in merlins bushy beard is a chamber of secrets’ your brother yelled the day after a threatening message was written on the walls of a corridor, accompanied by a petrified Mrs Norris. ‘Honestly, Jamie don’t you read’ you sighed. ‘Why would I wanna read’ he said cockily. ‘Well you’re a Muggle-Born, wouldn’t you wanna know every nook and cranny of the Wizarding world?’ You went on but Jamie ignored you and shoved a bit of toast in his mouth. ‘Aren’t you going to explain then’ he said spitting food onto the table accidentally. George slipped in next to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, Fred and lee sitting in front of you. ‘What you talking about’ Fred said. ‘I was just about to explain to jamie what the chamber of secrets is’ the twins looked at you with a terrified look. ‘What you don’t believe it do you’ you said laughing but a little uncomfortable from their reaction. ‘I mean kind of’ George said sadly, ‘and if it is-‘ ‘which I think it definitely is’ Fred butted in. ‘-then you’re in danger, both of you’ George said looking at jamie.

-

‘I really think you should go home Y/N’ George said as you were curled up into his side. There was now 3 victims, 4 including Sir Nicholas, and George and you too (even though you didn’t want to admit it) where scared. They where only petrified, thank Merlin, but who’s to say someone didn’t die next. That person could be you or Jamie or Hermione. ‘I’m not going home until I have to, I love it here Georgie, I love being with you’ you wined sitting up. ‘I just don’t want you to get hurt’ he said and kissed you gently, ‘I love you Y/N.’ ‘I love you too George’ you said and gave him another kiss.

-

‘Come on George I’m starving’ you said pulling George by his hand. ‘We just ate love’ he laughed. ‘I know but I didn’t eat enough then’ you said tapping your stomach with your hand. You had decided to go on a kitchen trip like you had done many time’s before with the twins, Lee and Jamie. ‘It’s not safe though’ he said looking at a painting, ‘has this always been here’ he examined the painting. ‘Come on your just stalling’ you teased as you turned the corner. There was a small mirror on the floor, you picked it up and looked at it curiously. George still admiring the painting. You opened it and in the reflection of the mirror where two bright yellow eyes. Your body seized up and you fell to the floor with a thud. ‘Y/N?’ George said and walked round the corner. When he saw you spread across the floor he ran to your unconscious body, ‘Y/N!’ He looked up and saw the body of what looked like a large scaley snake slithering past the end of the corridor. His heart began to beat loudly. Was you dead? He screamed for help but none came. He picked up your limp body in his arms and ran as fast as he could still calling out for help. ‘Mr Weasley?’ Professor McGonagall said still in her day clothes. She saw your still body in his arms and her face furrowed. ‘What happened?’ She said shocked. ‘I don’t know I turned the corner and she was on- on the floor and- and there was a big snakes body’ he stuttered. ‘We need to get her to the hospital wing’ she said putting a hand on the distraught boys back. As he placed you in the bed tears fell from his eyes, realisation had kicked in. ‘Is- is she d-dead?’ He asked tears falling and slowly making their way down his cheeks. ‘No, she’s just petrified’ Madame Pomfrey said with a soft smile to comfort the boy.

-

George slept by your side every night, he’d often talk to you, telling you how much he loved you. All of your friends including Jamie would visit for a few hours everyday, bringing sweets, flowers and other gifts. Hermione would even read you story’s when no one else was there with you, until she herself was petrified. George couldn’t stand loosing you, although you weren’t dead seeing you lifeless and unable to communicate killed him. He’d let himself go completely, he stopped eating properly and he’d hardly slept because he’d keep watch that the thing didn’t come back to finish you off.

-

When you was finally no longer petrified George have you the larges, tightest hug you had ever received. You felt as tears wet your shirt from George’s sobs. ‘I’ve missed you so much’ he cried. ‘I love you George’ you whispered in his ear. ‘I love you too’ he sniffled. ‘Is she awake!’ Your brother screamed as he, lee and Fred sped into the hospital wing. He jumped onto the bed and gave you a huge hug. ‘You best not get petrified again!’ He mumbled into your shoulder. ‘I’ll try not to’

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[im-tops-bottom]

The last few days had been nothing but hectic and tiring. Well at least for Michael it was. He found Outpost 3 and ran into quite a bit of people who were nothing but a waste of time for Satans son. Well at least he thought they were.

Turns out nothing annoyed him more than hairdresser. The interview brought him nothing but stress. Especially when he found out about Mr Gallants leather kink and the fact that he's an emotional gay cinnamon roll. God Michael almost vomitted at that.

He only wanted to mess with the diva when he dressed up in the outfit he once found in his dead father's old room. But while he was fucking the blonde, he wanted nothing more than to claim the man. Own him. Make him his. Mark his territory. He knew he shouldn't but he wanted to so bad.

The next day he overheard Gallants Nan talking-to Venable about seeing her grandson on quite a predicament. He didn't rush in to defend the blonde, instead he decided to see what they were going to do.

Turns out that there was a worse punishment than the radiation cleansing Gallant had already gone through. It teared up Michael's insides as he watched Gallant be bratty as he got whipped. Was hurt even more was that he was getting just as turned on watching it and wanted to whip the brat himself.

He felt proud of Gallant as the other was getting interrogated about his apparent history with Michael. He said nothing and welcomed the whips. After a while Venable got annoyed and left the main chained up.

He stands there watching the blonde pant and he calms himself down. He feels something in his dead cold heart light up and knew that this was nothing but a hopeless cause. He walks in to the room with one thing on his mind.

'i must end what has not begun'.

After a long discussion that ended in not one but two broken hearts, Michael let's Gallant down and walks away quickly before he takes back everything he just said. He rushes to his room and let's out a tortured scream as everything in his room gets sent flying everywhere. He lays down in his bed and let's sleep take him away from his tormented thoughts. The last thing he thought before falling was two words.

'im sorry'.

The next few days was a mess. He interviewed everyone and learned several darks secrets. One of them from Venable ("I plan on murdering them all") and a few other things that not even flirting could fix. He walked out as normal as he can and as soon as the doors closed, he rushed around the Outpost in hopes of finding Gallant. He had to save him.

Along the way he ended up speaking to a girl, a grey, which turned into an argument and ended in Michael being shocked.

"who are you?"

"I don't know. Who are you?"

He tells her to head back to her room and waits until she's gone before he gets moving again.

He manages to finally find Gallant. Half of him was happy and relieved while the other was filled with toxic jealousy. Right in front of him was Coco getting too close and too personal with his hairdresser. Suddenly his emotions rise up and hit him in the feels.

"oh come on. It's probably going to be our last days here on Earth. Why not have some fun?"

Oh that struck a nerve, Michael thought as he tried to calm himself down.

"hey come on Coco. Quit playing. I like you as a friend but this can't happen"

"quite being a loser. Why not?"

"because I'm"

"because he's mine!"

"gay"

Michael is once again shocked. This time of himself. He looks back and forth between the two faces that are equally as shocked as his. His eyes finally rest on Gallants who goes from shocked to pissed.

"oh so I'm yours huh? Wasn't it you who said that you wouldn't fuck me even if I was the last man on Earth?"

Michael didn't know what to say. He literally prayed to his father (internally of course) hoping that he would give him strength because right now he didn't know what to do.

"fuck you Mr Langdon. Come on Coco maybe your right. We can head back to mine. This room wreaks of fake Gucci and Prada"

Michael watched Gallant grab Coco's hand and drag her off. It takes at least 10 seconds after that for Michael's brain to reboot and soon he finds himself angrily marching upstairs, tearing Coco off his hairdresser and dragging the said man to his own room where he locks the room shoves Gallant onto the bed.

"fuck you"

"I believe I'll be the only one doing the fucking"

Michael and Gallant struggle against each other and soon Gallant gives up fighting and just lays there.

"why?"

"you're mine. You belong to me. I will bit hesitate to kill anyone who tries to take you away from me"

'but you said"

"I know what I said. Just forget about it for now and let me take you"

"fine but we are continuing this conversation afterwards"

Michael reluctantly agrees before stripping them both. He knew that the whip marks would still be there so that didn't matter but what did matter was the fresh ones. He was so horrified that he almost missed what the smaller said.

"the bitch went for a round 2. Don't worry, still didn't say anything. Calm down would ya?"

Michael closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before leaning down and kissing Gallant slowly.

The kiss went deeper as they explored each other's bodies and soon Michael was fucking into Gallant slowly. He took his time as he watched all of Gallants reactions. He loved every single one of them.

They kept going for what felt like hours before they came with quiet moans. It only took them a couple of minutes to recover and soon Michael was pounding into him hard and fast.

After a couple more rounds, they laid there as Michael used his magic to blow the candles out. Still inside Gallant and not wanting to leave just yet, he carefully rolled to the side and God he moaned as he turned the sleeping Gallant around while his dick was still inside. As soon as he had Gallants back pressed up against him, he pounded into the sleeping man until he came once again. He calmed down and cuddled with the smaller as he fell asleep.

Hours later Michael woke up from a nightmare that involved him and his precious Mr Gallant. He wanted to make sure the smaller was alright so he turned around and started panicking when the other wasn't there. He put on some clothes and rushed out in search of his beloved.

He searched the whole place and went to the last place he ever thought to check at *checks his watch* this time. He made it just in time to see Venable laugh as everyone dropped like flies. He overheard someone say "poison" but shock managed to hold his ears back from hearing anything else. His heart felt like it stopped beating as he watched Gallant drop to the floor.

That shock turned into rage and soon he tore Venable apart. He hears footsteps and looks up in tears to see that it was only Mead.

"you promised that he wouldn't get hurt. You promised me'

"sacrifices had to be made for the greater good Michael. You will learn this one day when you are older. Trust me. Now come along dear, we must leave"

Michael and Mead weren't fast enough and soon they are thrown back by a strong force. Before blacking out Michael sees that Mead is taken.

Once Michael wakes up he finds himself locked in a cell by

"warlocks. I should have known. I guess Outpost 3 will forever be the school of underground witch craft and wizardry"

"on the contrary my dear boy, mainly warlocks come here to learn"

"yeah yeah spear me the details. So I assume you guys are the ones who took Mead away from me?'

"no. Infact it was the witches"

"what?"

"after we all found out who you really were, we worked together. It turns out the spawn of Satan wasn't as smart as he thought he was. Never mind. The witches managed to bring back some of the dead"

Michael looked up in hope.

"G-"

"oh Mr Gallant wasn't brought back. We have no need for him. Infact I believe he is one of the dead bodies down here that are going to be burned"

At this point all Michael saw was red. After reading the warlocks mind, Horns raised from the top of his head and fire blasted around him. He heard screams and chose to ignore it as he sent the cell door flying as he left.

He found the location of where the witches were. 3 bodies were tied against wooden poles and dead bodies were piled on more wood off to the side. He saw Mead and the dead body of his beloved Gallant.

He knew he was was spotted as he headed towards them. He felt raw energy keep him in place and knew exactly who was doing it.

"CORDELIA STOP IT! DON'T YOU HURT HER"

He panicked because he couldn't break free and the panic turned into Earth shattering heartbreak as he was made to watch someone who looked after him for so many years burn at the stake for helping satans son.

He glared at Cordelia who stood right in front of him emotionless.

"I'll be coming for you and your witches Cordelia. I will make you feel the pain and torment. I'm gonna kill you"

Cordelia just stares at him and says "I'll leave you to burn the rest of the bodies" before walking away.

After a moment of crying, Michael realizes that he could move again and ran straight for Mead.

"I'll avenge your death. May satans followers rise from the ashes and bring distruction down on Earth"

A moment of silence later Michael heads to the pile of bodies and drags Gallant out. He burns the remainder of bodies and drags Gallant to a safe place where he brings the blonde back to life.

"woah easy there. Calm down"

Michael struggles but manages to calm Gallant down after a while. He gets the smaller to follow his breathing and once they calmed down, he cradles the smaller.

"what happened?"

"you were killed my love. So I brought you back"

"I met your father"

"oh"

"i thought you were a joy to be around at first but then he came along and I really must apologize for thinking you were a stuck up asshole. Well he was eventually nice after he read my mind"

"what?"

"he says we can get married in hell if we want"

Michael looks down at Gallant in shock. He was surprised and disturbed by this. Sometimes his father was a mistery even to himself. The man was known to be nice to 3 people. Vivien who was his mother, Violet who could have been his mother and Michael himself.

Michael huffs against Gallants head as he hides his smile because he knows the other won't let him live this down.

"I'll make them pay. Ill make them all pay. They'll wish they were already dead"

Michael holds Gallant as close as he can as they sit on the grass and stare at the beautiful landscape.the silence is broken soon after by a question.

"hey we got hit by nuclear warheads and radiation so bad that not even Chernobyl could beat"

"turns out one of the witches could turn back time"

"ah. Your father mentioned something about witches"

"oh did he now? You two seem to have gotten real close since you were killed. Should I be jealous?'

"no because I'm yours. I'll follow you til the ends of the Earth. I'll die to protect you"

That didn't fit well with Michael at all.

"no you are not getting yourself killed. even if it means I ask my father to turn you immortal or something like that"

After a couple of seconds of silence Gallant speaks up.

"so are we going to fight them?"

"yes. We will take them and warlocks down for good. No one who doesn't worship my father will be left standing"

"maybe you should ask your father to protect me or whatever. Don't want me dying on you again"

"good idea but first"

Michael lays Gallant flat on the grass and starts pressing kisses all over the now giggling man. After a couple of seconds he sits up and smiles down at the panting man.

"don't you ever stop smiling for me"

Gallant smiles right back up him.

"for you, always"

They break out into a kiss and just when Michael starts getting into it Gallant shoves him off and stands up.

"come on. The witches ain't going to destroy themselves"

"god they aren't even here and yet they are cockblocking me"

Gallant laughs and looks down with a smirk.

"if we find shelter for tonight, get some safe and healthy food and water in us and follow that up with a much needed shower, then I'll let you bang me against every available surface in that shelter.

This gets Michael going. He notes in his mind to find the biggest mansion possible. 'more rooms equals more available surfaces' and with that he drags a giggling Gallant along.

Yup falling in love and destroying the world was totally worth it.

#gallangdon #sorry not sorry #whoops #so this happened

[legion1993]

together forever!

AN: this is another piece for @icantlivewithyou for her 800 followers challenge! enjoy! ps. sorry about the long beginning i kinda lost track of what i was doing with the story... but it still works...

Prompt 54 “Let’s forget about destiny.”

pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

summery: there isnt one...

masterlist

another year had come and gone, hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry was one of the best things to ever happen to you, the best decision your parents ever could have made...

 over your years you mastered every spell you were taught, you learned spells to use in your daily life... you were favorite amongst all your teachers... 

well all except Snape but then again he really didnt like any student that wasnt in Slytherin, and even then he sometimes rarely tollerated them... as extra credit you were one of Hogwarts spell tutors...

 meaning basically you were the only student brave enough to tutor the students who needed extra help with their assignments. let me give you a hint as to which house had the most trouble with staying focused... 

thats right it was the Slytherin house... meaning you a Ravenclaw were the only ravenclaw dumb enough to say yes to the job... even for extra credit the other ravenclaws wouldnt do it...

but the only slytherin that stuck with the tutoring throughout the years was Draco Malfoy... he was dashing but fraternizing between houses was frowned upon, i mean if it happened it happened no one would dare stand in the way of soulmates...

 about a year ago to this day you and Draco had met outside of school. you were in diagon alley when he found you in the book store, you went to the 3 broomsticks to meet privately... 

to get a head start on some of the paper work for tutoring.. both you and Draco had turned 18 within a week or 2 of eachother... 

this was one of the reasons Madame rosmertta didnt say anything to anyone about you 2 being there together. she handed you 2 a complementary birthday butterbeer, and went back to her regular customers... 

Draco: “that reminds me i made you something... its just something i happened to make when practicing some art spells... this is to say thank you for not giving up on tutoring me...”

you watched him place a small box on the table in front of you, with the tap of his want he made appear a glass figurine of your house crest... you picked it up and held it...

 YN: “Draco i’m impressed you found a talent that you enjoy... well done... i am grateful for this token... all i got from my family was a fully paid 2 years away from home. just me myself and i... in a magic community just outside of paris...”

Draco: “kind of like a place of your own type thing... when do you move in?”

YN: “supposed to be going to check out the place over christmas break... did you want to come with?”

Draco: “so long as no one sees us that we know, we should be good... i’ll just tell my parents that im doing some travelling over christmas break and that im not coming home, that im doing some soul searching...”

You could only smile as Draco held his glass of Butterbeer towards you...

Draco: “to our final year at Hogwarts...”

YN: “may it shine supreme...”

you clinked your glass with his... thats when both of you felt it, a burning into your arms, it was like an instant connection... something that had slowly been building over the years. 

Draco moved closer to you, your secluded location now hiding your unforseen passion. 

Draco: “whats happening?”

YN: “i dont know its almost like we are magnetized...”

Draco: “its like a new string of feelings.”

your hands at that moment became intertwined.. it was like the force of 2 magnets being forced together, but the connection broke when a familiar voice broke the room...

Lucius: “Rosmertta, business is good i presume...”

Rosmertta: “its fine lucius, what can i do for you today?”

Lucius: “im looking for a place to host a private function is one of your rooms available...”

rosemertta had to think for a moment she knew you and Draco were back there... she made something up on the spot...

Rosmertta: “let me just go do an inspection of one room thats just come available... ill be back in a jiffy to bring you back there...”

lucius as impatient as he was, wasnt gonna argue with rosmertta... she came back there to where you children were and did a sound proofing spell on the room...

rosmertta: “you both need not be here right now... boy your fathers out there... flash yourselves someplace else far from here... ill cover your scents... ill also not tell anyone you were here...”

you both thanked her, grabbed all your things, holding hands you both thought of a different place, far from there... you guys wind up in an alley near the london station... you look at Draco as he does you, both of you searching for something that is there but shouldnt be...

Draco: “can i walk you home? or do you have to be home?”

YN: “i dont have to be home right away but i sense you wanna talk about what happened back in the 3 broomsticks...”

Draco: “can i try something?”

you nod unsure of what it is that he wants to do, at that moment it hadnt hit you... till he popped both of you to a room he had rented in the leaky cauldron, thats when he wrapped his arm around your waist slowly, he moved his other hand to cup your cheek, your body was starting to react... 

thats how it started, the sneaking around, the lying, the keeping it a secret from everyone. except for a few weeks in summer when draco would come to your secret place and stay with you, he also was kind enough to help you move some of your stuff... 

the start of the school year...

YN: “our last first day of school like ever... how the hell are we gonna survive next year...”

Hermione: “i dont know but if anything it will be awesome! when is the first quidditch game of the year?”

You had to think about that for a moment but as you were thinking you heard a voice like a whisper in your ear...

Draco: “meet you in the quidditch house i wanna talk to you about the upcoming game schedule...”

you didnt reallize it but you now had a goofy smile on your face...

Hermione: “okay spill girl!”

YN: “spill what?”

Hermione: “whats with the goofy look on your face?” 

you had to recompose yourself... you turned to Hermione and smiled lightly...

YN: “so for my birthday my parents got me a all expense paid 2 year home away from home type thing... they want me to experience my own world away from them for 2 years...”

Hermione: “what thats amazing! and congrats again on the big 18 i cant believe we will all graduate from here at 18.. but that smile on your face was one of a love struck girl... is there something your not telling me?”

YN: “no girl if i was in love with someone dont you think i would have told you by now...”

Hermione only had to think about that for a moment for she knew as well as you that there wasnt anything you girls wouldnt tell eachother. 

Hermione: “okay ive gotta go meet the boys ill see you for whats our first class together?”

You pulled out your class list and smiled...

YN: “potions... but right now i gotta go get changed and meet Draco at the quidditch tent, he is captain for slytherin he wants to discuss the game schedule or something...”

Hermione: “please be careful dont let that dick wad walk all over you... we will see you in potions... love you...”

YN: “love you too...”

you stalked off to your dorm to place down your bags, and get into your quidditch gear, making sure that you are not seen too long by many, but seen and marked as arrived... 

you headed down to the field. you arrived at the captains tent to find only one other captain signed in currently. you knew the other captains werent as worried about quidditch on the first day... but with Slytherin and Ravenclaw teams being the only 2 teams to ever make it to the semi finals for the wizarding world champs... 

lets just say that was part of yours and Dracos ploy to get to spend time together. sneak a few moments here and there... but this was the captains tent the one that ravenclaw and slytherin teams have shared for decades.

you entered the tent after sound proofing it... and smiled lightly at the sight of Draco all comfy on the lounge chair...

YN: “hey...”

that was all you had to say, Draco laid his eyes on you and got off of that chair so fast you didnt have time to blink... you also really didnt care... it was kinda fun sneaking around... 

Draco cupped your cheek and kissed you ever passionately... he knew that there was a very slim chance that you werent feeling the same way he was...

Draco: “god that train ride was dull and long... it would have been more fun if you had been beside me...”

YN: “i know but we have to keep up appearances... who has the practice field first...”

Draco: “hufflepuff... we have the evening slots...  which i guess is so they dont interferee with our afternoon classes...”

YN: “i can see if i can swap my slot with Gryphindor so i can put my tutoring slot this evening...”

Draco: “i guess my girl has 1st and 2nd years that also need help...”

YN: “yep my tutoring list is already growing and most studentz have only taken 1 or 2 classes by this point...”

that of course is when the earth shook... both you and Draco pulled out your wands searching for anything to be the cause... thats when you both recieved a fire message... because you both were also your house prefects... you both popped over to just outside the great hall where students and teachers were gathering... 

both you and Draco were called up front with the other prefects and teachers..

McGonigal: “teachers we need to try and keep the students calm... prefects your task is to keep your houses in order... Dumbledore and a few other teachers have gone to see about the school barrier... if its what we fear the school is about to be under war.. we have also sent owls to all the families of the normal and first year students... alerting them of the situation... they will have the option to pull their student home if they desire...”

Draco: “professor, what or who exactly is attacking the school?”

Mcgonigal: “death eaters... followers of you know who... now everyone to your stations and brace yourselves... and prefects keep in contact... leave all quarrels and bickering at the door... right now everyone in this room friend or foe is allied...”

the great hall where many a banquet and dinner and ball party whatever type of event was or had been held... the room this year was set up so from left to right it was Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryphindor & Hufflepuff... 

so over the last year and a bit, you and Draco could steal a few stolen ‘bickering’ exchanges... you two had developed a kind of love-hate relationship for the public eye... the daily prophet one year had a rivalry photo between your 2 houses... it was a huge deal... 

anyway back to the matter on hand. after settling your Ravenclaws down, your other prefect went to sit at the other end of the table as Draco now came to sit across from you. he noticed you putting your head in your hands and the pannic setting in, he decided that instead of sitting on his side he would come and sit beside you.... ‘pretend to be friendly’

Draco: “are you okay, YN?”

you turned your head slightly and shook your head, you were beyond scared right then you didnt know what might come out of your mouth...

YN: “no im not... what if your father is out there? are you really prepared to face him?”

Draco: “well i mean if it comes down too it yeah, but it will be alot harder for us to keep you know what a secret from the effects of whatever curse they decide to throw at any number of us...”

YN: “i know thats what i’m afraid of... i mean we have kept us a secret for almost 2 years... i think the world deserves to know...before everything goes to shit...”

thats when Draco got up and walked over to mcgonigal..

Draco: “excuse me professor but i think i know exactly what inspirational speech to give right now... may i?”

Mcgonigal: “of course mr malfoy...”

Draco stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat, thus making everyone in the room turn their eyes to him.

Draco: “we live in a world today where voldemort and his death eaters think they have a spotting chance at ruling both the wizarding world and the muggle realm... this is why hogwarts and other schools were started to train the younger genration of witches and wizards alike in the art and practice of magic. but today we are gathered for a different cause, our school is under attack, but i know we have all seen a change in the last few years here within these walls, within our lives, within our houses, we never cease to amazing ourselves and eachother. but one thing that has amazed me over these past few years, is how amazing YN of ravenclaw is... you know what she sits over there at the other end of her table because she exhausts herself every single damn day. tutoring, being a prefect, leading the ravenclaw qudditch team, and still going to her regular classes. YN you have changed my life in ways i can’t express in alot of words but i have several little words now that will change both of our lives... may all of you bare witness to this momentus moment. for if we live through this tragedy we will be in a time of celebration.”

Draco comes around the podium and stands on the stage in front of you...

Draco: “YN, lets forget about destiny, lets forget for a moment that we are under attack, or surrounded by our peers, lets pretend that its still summer and we are hiding in a alley way outside of london station hiding from my father, lets forget about what the world already thinks of us, and show the world what and who we can be together...”

this earned all the students and all the teachers to put their eyes from you to Draco as you now stood up to Draco’s getting down onto 1 knee...

Draco: “YN will you marry me?”

you started walking towards him slowly...

YN: “Draco you changed my world too, i was a little lost before you came into my life, i knew that there was something there from that first day till that day a year ago when we talked without hesitation or speech impediment, or stuttering or any barriers... i know a different side of you as you do me... i guess what i’m trying to say is: Yes of course i’ll marry you!!!”

the entire great hall bared witness as you ran up the stage and into Dracos loving embrace, tender arms holding you close, his lips then passionately kissing you with a joyous noise erupting from the entirety of the room. then Draco used his new found arts magic skill to forge you on the spot a diamond ring, he slid it on your finger and the kissing continued...

you guys were interrupted by several teachers including your house teachers and several others, then approached by your partner prefects, and your head boy/girl... then you were approached by Ron, Hermione, and Harry... 

Hermione: “YN girl, what i mean how, i mean when... i mean you said you werent interested in anyone...”

YN: “we wanted to make sure we were gonna last first before we told anyone... we have been sneaking around, and making excuses, making up little white lies, taking no small moment however small for granted...”

Harry: “well Draco i guess if YN ends up with anyone i suppose i should be happy she ended up with someone who wont break her heart...”

Draco: “ya well i know if i did that she would kick my arse... so im gonna avoid that...”

Ron: “i suppose i agree with both hermione and Harry but i guess i should add that its a good thing your both 18 now right...”

You and Draco looked at eachother and smiled...

YN: “yep during the summer within a week or 2 of eachother...”

Draco: “thank you all of you for supporting us... i’m sure...”

just before Draco could finish his sentance... the windows of the hall were blasted open... Draco you harry hermione and ron all crouched and huddled together, then looking up at the sound of a voice speaking from the smoke entering the room...

Lucius: “oh my my my what is happening here... it looks like a bunch of marry ment was going on...”

thats when Lucius spotted Draco and how defensive he was of you... then he noticed the ring on your finger...

Lucius: “boy get away from that girl.. or i swear i will beat you with my belt son...”

Draco: “never you cant make me...”

this made everyone clear out of the way... this was a wizards stance... kind of like 1,2,3 shoot... except it was cast your spells and see whose wins... Draco and you already having your wands ready prepared your shots...

Lucius: “Avarda Kadarva...”

Draco: “impedimenta..”

YN: “imperio...”

Lucius had his aimed right for you and Draco...

Draco Aimed his right at his father  that slowed him right down.... long enough for your spell to hit lucius and point him and one of the death eaters... 

this was the start of the great Battle of Hogwarts as well as your new journey of life with Draco... but thats another story for another time...

#iclwy writing challenge

[batsyprincess]

I JUST FOUND A HP FANFICTION I WROTE IN 3RD GRADE AND IM SHOOOK

YEAR ONE: CHAPTER 1:

There once was a boy named James Potter but he was not an ordinary boy, he was a wizard. His whole family was, witches and wizards. And this year was his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Yes, Mum, I’ll be good, love you too, I need to go now.” James said to his worried Mum running to the Hogwarts Express. Once he got on the train, he couldn’t find any empty compartments, but after a few minutes, he eventually found one with a boy in it. The boy was trying to get his suitcase up on the rack.

“Hullo, everywhere else is full mind if I sit here?” James questioned.

“If you can help with this monster of a suitcase, feel free.” The boy replied. Grabbing one end of the suitcase, James hauled it on the rack. After doing the same with his suitcase, he sat down.

“I’m James Potter”, James introduced himself.

“I’m Sirius Black”, the boy said, and just then they both knew this was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Sirius Black was also from a wizard family, the Noble and most Ancient House of Black, all of which were Slytherin.

Another boy walked in the compartment

“Hi”, he said, “I’m Remus Lupin, mind if I join you guys.

“Sure”, Sirius said.

“This is my first year, how about you?”, James asked both of the boys.

“Me too”, Sirius and Remus said together.

“So what House do you guys want to be sorted in?” Sirius asked.

“I’m gonna be in Gryffindor, just like my dad.” James exclaimed.

“I’ll probably be in Slytherin like the rest of my family, though I am sort of hoping I that I will be in Gryffindor.” Sirius proclaimed.

“I don’t know mayb”-- Remus had started, but something had interrupted him, a girl with red hair like fire and shy boy with greasy black hair and a big nose had walked it.The boys grew an instant hate for the boy.

“Hello”, the girl said,”I’m Lily Evans and this is Severus Snape do you mind if we join you?”

“No, there is no space, SORRY!" Sirius replied looking away to James and Remus, chuckling.

“Yes there is and everywhere else is packed, but never mind, WE don’t want to sit here anyway!”, Lily told them while making her way to the door, “Come Severus, let’s go!” As they were leaving James called out sarcastically

“Well I hope you and your slimeball of a boyfriend find a seat!”

Lily even more furious than before, stormed out of the compartment, “WELL I NEVER--!” and

James, Sirius and Remus were laughing and calling out “SLIMEBALL AND EVANS SITTING IN A TREE…”

Sirius, James and Remus spent their time laughing, talking and eating food that came from the trolley. Chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott’s every-flavored beans,

“Ewwwww, I got bogie flavored” James complained.

“That’s rotten luck,” Sirius said while putting a weird colored one in his mouth,

“Ugh! Rotten egg NOW that's rotten luck!” And the boys fell out of their seats with laughter! After a few minutes Remus looked out the window,

“I see Hogwarts, we must be nearly there! We should change into our robes!”

YEAR ONE: CHAPTER 2:

“Firs’-years! Firs’-years over here!,” James, Sirius, and Remus heard this HUGE man shout as they got off the train!

“Come on guys, let’s go!” James urging to Sirius and Remus.

“Whoa!” Remus exclaimed.

The graceful spiraling towers of Hogwarts, rising above the still black lake, upon which a second castle could be seen as a reflection. After crossing the lake in small boats with four people in each, (Remus, Sirius and James were paired with a small, mousy brown haired boy named Peter Pettigrew), they arrived at the base of Hogwarts.

Where they were greeted by Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor who led them into a small room where they waited to be sorted. Everyone was nervous as they walked to the dining room, where the ceiling was bewitched to look like the sky outside. One by one kids were called to the front of the magical room where they would be sorted into their houses by the Sorting Hat. It first started out Not long after, Sirius’s name was called, Sirius put on the hat and heard the Sorting Hat say in his ear,

“Another Black, eh, you should go to Slytherin like your family, no, so it better be GRYFFINDOR!” the Sorting Hat finally shouted out loud. Soon after, Lily Evans was called to the front,

“You would be fine in Ravenclaw, but I see bravery and courage in you, GRYFFINDOR!” The Gryffindor table clapped loudly as another person joined their table.

Remus was called, “GRYFFINDOR,” the sorting hat finally shouted. Then a few names later Peter Pettigrew and James Potter were sorted into Gryffindor. Severus Snape was sorted into Slytherin with a sad look on his face, staring wistfully at Lily.

Then after a few more names were called the feast began. It was a magical night, with unlimited piles of nice hot food, never-ending heaps of dessert, infinite laughter and new friends.

YEAR ONE: CHAPTER 3:

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter woke up in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory the next day, got dressed and made their way downstairs to the Great hall for breakfast.

“So, Sirius, what’s our first class?” James asked while stuffing his mouth with toast.

“Charms,” Sirius replied, “with Professor Flitwick.”

“Come on we’re gonna be late.” Remus cried, rising from his seat.

“Come in class, here are your partners, you’ll be sitting with them, Potter and Evans, Black and Snape, Lupin and Pettigrew. Now practice doing a swish and flick with your wand.” Professor ordered.

After a long hour, They all exited the classroom

“Uhhh finally that class is over.” James said gratefully, stretching.

“You were great James,” said Peter.

“We have transfiguration next, with Professor McGonagall .” Remus informed them.

“Now class, transfiguration is one of the hardest subjects you will ever learn, I do not tolerate rule breaking or foolishness.” Professor McGonagall said sternly.  

“Now when you are older we will learn to transfigure ourselves, some people can turn themselves into an animal completely at will, like this.” Professor McGonagall informed them, turning into a ginger tabby cat with markings around the eyes like glasses.

“Whoa!” The entire class breathed in unison. An hour later the class was over and they were on there way to potions, a double class with the Slytherins.

“I am Professor Slughorn, welcome to potions.’ The Professor was a fat bald man with a wisp of a beard and deep laugh lines, he seemed kindly as he asked the students to choose their seats for the term.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

“Remember, these are your seats for the rest of the term so choose wisely,” he advised with a smile, “many students end up unhappy with their seats by the end of term.” In a rush everyone found seats, James with Sirius, Remus with Peter, Lily with Severus.

“Okay then, today we will start with something basic, the cure for boils, here are the instructions now go!” Slughorn informed them. Within minutes Lily and Severus had the right color steam drifting up from their cauldron. After a little while longer so did James and Sirius, meanwhile Remus and Peter’s potion was giving off sparks and looked like cement.

“Good, well done, start over,” Professor Slughorn said to pairs, going around the classroom. “Now class, this is how you make a potion.” He exclaimed, pointing at Severus and Lily’s potion.

“Of course, little miss perfect is the best with that slimeball, “Snivellus.” James jeered.

“Layoff Potter.” Lily replied when Slughorn had moved on.

“Whatever, I’m getting bored anyway.”

YEAR ONE:CHAPTER 4:

After dinner, the boys were lying around the Gryffindor common room, Remus studying, Sirius and James playing a game of exploding snap with Peter looking at them adoringly. What’s our first class tomorrow?” James asked.  

“Herbology with the Hufflepuffs,” Remus replied not looking up from his book.

“Wait, that's tomorrow, I haven't done my homework yet!” Sirius exclaimed worried

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[artificialqueens]

just the two of us (hogwarts au) part ten - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - im SO sorry it took so long! aaaah i hate myself for being a failure, sorry as fuckkkkk!! but it finally happened yes gawd

prepare for some action lovelies!! <3

This was it. Alaska was staring glory in the face, ready to do whatever she had to in order to win, make herself proud, and to become a champion. Never had her Hogwarts robes, as thick and heavy as they were, felt more like a suit of armour. She was protected, unstoppable. Who was going to beat her? Phi Phi? Kim? Not likely. Her mind was made up, her resolve like steel. Whatever it took, she would do it.

Nerves started to infiltrate her strong mask, little lightning bolts of worry snaking beneath her skin. What if she failed? What if she didn’t know what she had to do, and made a fool of herself in front of everyone? Oh god, it was going to go wrong. Everything would be too difficult, and Phi Phi would win, and Alaska would look like an idiot. It was going to be awful.

“Breathe,” Raja told her, readjusting Alaska’s school tie and straightening her skirt. “You’ve got this. All of Hogwarts is behind you.”

Although her words were meant to be some kind of comfort, Alaska only felt sicker. Of course, Raja had won back when she’d been at Hogwarts. She faced the stigma of being half-werewolf, braved the bullying, and had slain the competition. But Raja was fierce. The way she stood, her body perpetually relaxed like she was born to be a supermodel. Her lazy, effortless confidence with the way she spoke and presented herself. Aside from being a picture of complete beauty – the bushy eyebrows, furry arms and furry legs giving her a unique fashion trademark – Raja was quick, fast, strong, and smart. What did Alaska have? Bowed legs, feet that turned in when she walked, and a desire to win that was greater than most of her strengths combined.

“That’s easy for you to say. All of Hogwarts is gonna watch me fuck up.” Alaska whispered in response. She hadn’t meant to whisper, but her voice didn’t seem to be working properly.

Raja laughed lightly, throwing her head back with infuriating elegance. “Fair. I went to Durmstrang when it was my time in the tournament, but don’t worry. Worrying is useless. You either win or you don’t.”

“I want to win.” Alaska muttered fervently.

Raja nodded. “Exactly. Focus on that. Besides, Sharon told me that she knows you’re gonna do well. If that helps it all.”

Judging from Raja’s cocked eyebrow and expectant smile, she knew the effect her words would have. Alaska flushed and looked down, not wanting to let on just how much calmer that had made her feel. Okay, she was still freaking out. But Sharon had talked positively about Alaska to Raja Gemini – a fucking supermodel and the legendary winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

“Just breathe deep, think of winning, and think of Sharon. I know she’s thinking about you.” Raja advised her.

Alaska hummed, taking a hint of comfort from her familiar surroundings. Some kind of scene was being set up out on the field, presumably near or on the Quidditch pitch, and in the meantime the champions waited outside the doors to th Great Hall. The flaming lamps were still lit, the early morning darkness having not yet lifted, and the fire was relaxing to watch. Flames flickered back and forth, never changing, never blowing out.

At least the other champions seemed just as nervous. Kim – who Alaska had seen around school a few times, her face beautifully painted – hadn’t spoken a word, despite her exuberant appearance giving her an air of confidence. She stood in front of Manila, the previous Durmstrang winner, shuffling her feet and looking at the ground. At least the two champions matched, Alaska mused. Both had something eccentric about the way they looked, something to make them stand out.

Phi Phi was chattering away to Naomi, her high-pitched voice yapping at a mile a minute. That was probably her way of coping with the nervousness; Naomi clearly didn’t know or care that this was Phi Phi’s method of coping. She was too busy staring at Kim’s makeup and occasionally adjusting her impossibly straight, glossy black hair.

Sharon. Glory. Money. Sharon. Glory. Money. Alaska could do this. Even if only for those three incentives. Was that superficial of her?

Soon enough, from what Raja had told her, the students would be arriving to watch. Almost every student in Hogwarts, as well as every member of the sixth and seventh years that Beauxbaton and Durmstrang had brought with them.  They would sit down, separated into their schools or intermingling with one another, showing their support through badges, banners, signs, charms, face-paint. She couldn’t let the school down. Not when she had a legacy like Raja’s to potentially fulfil.

Alaska’s gaze was suddenly drawn to a colourful presence ascending the stairs towards the champions, a wide smile on her face. Behind her, a tech team lugging microphones, speakers and other equipment followed. It took mere seconds for the woman to reach the top of the steps where the champions were stood, and she began to shake each of their hands.

“Hi! Hello, what’s your name? Ah, Kim Chi! Lovely to meet you. Durmstrang, yes? Wonderful! Good luck, dear!”

Alaska watched, slightly amused, as the eccentric figure interacted with them. She looked vaguely familiar – a head of blonde ringlet curls, a small top-hat fascinator, and a peculiarly patterned dress giving her a striking yet odd appearance. She could’ve walked straight out of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland and Alaska would’ve been none the wiser.

“Morning! I love your hair, it’s beautiful!” The woman chirped.

As soon as she got close, it suddenly clicked. She’d seen this woman on television hundreds of times, the same smiling face and upbeat mannerisms as she displayed in front of her. How had she forgotten?

“You’re Pandora Boxx!” Alaska blurted out, shocked. “From Boxx of Wishes! I watch the special at Christmas with my family every year.”

Pandora smiled widely. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy to meet you…”

“Alaska.” Alaska supplied. “You’re hosting this?”

Pandora nodded. “I sure am. I’m the best they could get.”

She laughed brightly at her own joke, but Alaska was still impressed. Boxx of Wishes was easily one of the most campy, cheesy wizarding TV shows out there, and that was exactly why Alaska loved it. It featured ten contestants – ranging from squibs to wizards to part werewolves or just about anyone in between – who each had their deepest desire written down on a slip of parchment and hidden in a box. They then had to complete a series of challenges, weeding out the weakest until only two were left. At the very end, the two remaining contestants would be given the nine pieces of parchment; every wish but their own. They had to correctly identify which contestant wanted which wish, and whoever got the most correct would win and have their wish granted. All the while, Pandora provided entertaining commentary and a bubbly, fun personality.

“Good luck, Alaska! I’ll see you very soon.”

With that, Pandora muttered something that sounded like ‘Sonorus’ and disappeared through the door to the Great Hall and out of the entrance to the Quidditch pitch.

“Champions, come on.” A member of Pandora’s team spoke, ushering the champions into the Great Hall and lining them up outside the exit. Soon enough, Alaska would be walking through those doors, out into the crowd of students, ready to face her first challenge. Well, perhaps ready wasn’t the word. Ready or not, she’d be out there and competing. Doing whatever she had to do and crossing her fingers that she did it well.

“Raja –” She began, not sure where she was going with her question.

Then came Pandora’s voice, booming loud and familiar with her amplification charm.

“Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! My name is Pandora Boxx, welcome to the Triwizard Tournament!”

Thunderous applause seemed to shake the floors. Even Alaska found herself clapping, and when she looked around, both of the other champions along with Manila, Naomi and Raja were cheering along too. The mood had affected everyone.

“For those of you who may be unaware of the nature of the Triwizard Tournament, I will explain. It dates back to 1294, containing a series of gruelling challenges for our victors to compete in. Since the beginning, the competition has been between the ever-present Durmstrang Institute –”

Kim and Manila cheered, as the sound of stamped feet and whooping came from behind the doors.

“- the illustrious Beauxbaton Academy of Magic –”

Phi Phi and Naomi squealed excitedly, matching the cheers of their school.

“-and of course, the historical Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!”

Alaska and Raja instantly clutched one another and applauded, as the sound of what appeared to be the entire school blew Alaska away. It was similar to the sound of a Quidditch final, only intensified. No one was missing this event to do their studies, that was for sure.

“Please welcome our three champions – Kim Chi of Durmstrang, Phi Phi O’Hara of Beauxbaton, and Alaska Thunderfuck of Hogwarts!”

A hand roughly shoved Alaska’s back, and just like that she’d been thrust into the outdoors, her and the other champions slowly making their way to the centre of the field. The morning was bright and cold, and would’ve given Alaska a chill had it not been for the nervous sweat she’d been working up. Around her, the Quidditch pitch had been modified to suit the challenge and accommodate the influx of foreign students, and the sheer amount of bodies was shocking. Each of the bleachers had been extended, with students of all houses and schools intermingling in one unidentifiable mass.

Squeals, screams, shouts, cheers and deafening applause exploded out from the students the second the champions stepped out. Alaska walked into the embrace and let it fill her with adrenaline. The whole of Hogwarts was behind her. She could do this.

Almost instinctively, her eyes went to the crowd, searching for familiar faces amongst the pinpricks posing as students. Just when she was about to give up finding the faces of Willam, Courtney and Sharon, she noticed a few prank fireworks purchased in Hogsmeade firing off near the top right corner of one of the bleachers. Her gaze was drawn to the sparks, where she saw the three stood up, holding a sign between them and waving madly.

Alaska was no good at lip-reading, but it wasn’t like she needed to be to try and interpret her friends. She could barely see their faces, but could tell exactly what they were doing. Courtney was blowing kisses, extending her tan arms outwards in extravagant gestures. Willam was screaming unintelligibly, most likely just cheering and enjoying herself. Sharon was yelling “that’s my girl!” and grinning widely.

“Champions, step to your marks.”

Once again, Alaska, Kim and Phi Phi were directed to their marks – a spot on the dewy grass with a small table marked with their school crest. A strange sense of patriotic pride swelled in Alaska’s chest, a slight burst of confidence that made her stand a little taller.

 “The Triwizard Champion must be quick.” Pandora announced. “They must be smart. And most of all, they must be resourceful. Your first challenge will prove who amongst you three is the quickest, the smartest, and the most resourceful.”

There was a pause as the students cheered again, infectiously excited by what was happening. Every word that Pandora spoke invigorated Alaska, filling her with the need to start. Her moment was here, and she would be damned if she didn’t run with it whilst she could.

“In front of each champion, you’ll notice a small vial filled with a clear liquid. This may look like water, but I can assure you it’s anything but.” Pandora continued.

A large screen where the Quidditch scores were usually displayed panned to show one of the vials that had just appeared. It was roughly as long as Alaska’s middle finger, and a little bit wider, the crystalline edges perfectly transparent to show the liquid inside. What were they going to have to do? Alaska couldn’t even try and guess. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen as Pandora guided the champions and the gathered students through the challenge.

“The potion before you is poison.” Pandora paused for dramatic effect, letting the crowd gasp in their shock and horror. Whispers rippled across the room, soon evolving into shouts and protests that all got lost in one another.

Poison! Surely they weren’t going to have to drink it, right? Alaska knew the Triwizard Tournament was notorious for its dangerous, often deadly tasks – hence why it was discontinued in 1792, revived in 1994, discontinued again, and then revived once again. From the bottom of her heart, Alaska hoped this year wouldn’t follow the trend of a student dying. Although, and it was awful of her to even think it, she wouldn’t be too devastated if it was Phi Phi.

“As I said before,” Pandora spoke again once everyone had settled down. “The Champion must be quick, smart, and resourceful. You’ll be working under a time constraint – namely, how long it takes until you can no longer work. The poison won’t kill you, but it will be difficult.

Alaska’s heart raced.

“Much like the plant, the juice of the Venomous Tentacula is deceptive in smell and colour, and has tricked many a good witch or wizard. It makes the drinker feel as though their insides are burning, and temporarily can cause a change in complexion. Again, it’s non-fatal, but after a certain point after drinking, the drinker will no longer be able to complete their task, and will be incapacitated.”

Alaska’s stomach dropped, and the discontented murmurs from the crowd cemented her uneasiness. Whatever she had to do, drinking poison didn’t seem like a risk she wanted to take.

Pandora cleared her throat. “Of course, there is an antidote. The only question is, will you be able to identify it?” Before Alaska had time to wonder what she meant, she continued. “On the broomsticks provided, your task is to correctly identify the antidote that will combat the effects of your poison. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? Ladies, stand to the right of your brooms.”

Alaska breathed deeply.

“Now, champions. Open your vial, and on the count of three, drink.”

The countdown came all too quickly. Alaska shut her eyes tight as she brought the potion to her lips, waiting for the dreaded ‘one’ before knocking it back and gagging.

All the way down her throat, it burned and stung like acid. Instantly, Alaska fell to her knees and retched, the dry feeling in her mouth accentuating the raw pain as it travelled down her oesophagus. Looking to either side of her, she saw that Kim and Phi Phi had done the same, their eyes watering the same as Alaska’s were. Thankfully, the initial shock wore off in seconds, although the pain didn’t fade at all. Reluctantly, Alaska dragged herself up to her feet again and ignored the bubbling in her stomach.

“Take your marks!”

Above her head, what looked like a legion of hundreds of brightly coloured birds suddenly filled the sky, eliciting gasps from the crowd. It didn’t take Alaska to realize that they weren’t, in fact, birds, but potion bottles. Vials and bottles and beakers with stops in, their brightly coloured liquids splashing around as tiny wings sprouted from either side, flying them around in a fashion similar to that of the Golden Snitch.

“Get set!”

Alaska mounted her broom, watching Kim and Phi Phi do the same.

For money, she told herself.

For fame.

For glory.

For Sharon.

“Go!”

For herself.

Then she was off, rising quickly and unsteadily into the sky, her hands clamped onto the handle of her broom. Alaska had never been the strongest flier, preferring to keep her already unstable feet on the ground rather than up in the air, but she knew some basics. Even so, watching the judges – Professor Rupaul, Pandora, and two others who Alaska assumed were the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton headteachers – shrink smaller and smaller as she flew higher and higher was extremely disconcerting. However, Alaska had better things to focus on.

She stopped at a certain height, when she had a decent view of all the potion bottles zipping past her. One zoomed straight into her forehead and away again, enough to leave a large bruise, and Alaska tried to shield herself before remembering that taking her hands off the broom would mean certain death. How the hell was she meant to grab potions out of the air, moving at a mile a minute, when she couldn’t even take her hands off the broom?

Her heart rate quickened, and she forced herself to stop and think. Could she go into this with a strategy? Naturally, none of the flying potions had any labels on them, to make things harder. For all Alaska knew, they could contain worse poisons, Felix Felicis, or even fucking water. She really, really wished she’d paid more attention in Potions class.

Fully engaged in the chaos of the event, the crowd were screaming and shouting to each champion, advice getting swallowed up in amongst contradictory advice and just screeches of pure excitement. Alaska manoeuvred her broom forwards a little, doing her best to make sure it didn’t look as though she were doing nothing, and let her eyes wander around to survey the other champions.

Kim seemed in a similar predicament to Alaska – scared shitless. Clearly, she wasn’t so used to being high up in the air, or even being on a broomstick, and it showed in her stiff body language and white, terrified eyes. Unlike Alaska, who was trying her best to keep the broom moving so that she didn’t panic, Kim was utterly rigid, her eyes darting in all directions at the different potions flying around her.

A polar opposite to the two of them, Phi Phi seemed comfortable on a broomstick. She flew naturally, whizzing around and not really trying to grab at any potions – simply showboating for attention. Perhaps she was a Seeker, or a Beater, judging by how freely she removed her hands from the broomstick to wave them above her head and blow kisses at Beauxbaton supporters. A taste of bitterness soured Alaska’s mouth at the sight of her – or maybe it was the poison.

Either way, it was a motivator. Both hands firmly in front of her on the broom, she started towards one of the slower-moving potions, knowing that if she could get close enough she could reach out, grab it and inspect it without wobbling too much. She really should’ve paid attention in flying lessons all those years ago, but she’d been too busy… gossiping and joking around with Courtney and Willam about the strange Slytherin girl.

Focus, Alaska berated herself. Her mind was begging her to think of old memories, to take herself away from this horrible situation she’d ended up in, but she couldn’t. Not now. Not so high up in the air, with a Triwizard Tournament challenge win within her reach. She had to prove herself.

As she attempted to gather her thoughts, she noticed Phi Phi had finally stopped showing off and had caught hold of a potion in a flying beaker. The liquid inside was thin and bright red, like liquid fire was sloshing around inside. Perhaps it was a little sadistic of her to do, but Alaska turned her broom around to watch. She needed to see exactly what kind of things they were dealing with.

Phi Phi threw her head back and downed the entire thing, dropping it and pandering for applause with her extravagant arm movements. Alaska was about to turn away, until she noticed Phi Phi frown and bring a hand to her chest. All eyes were fixed on the Beauxbaton girl, even Kim, as she grew very still and quiet. Then, after a few moments, she opened her mouth and let out a tremendous burp – accompanied, naturally, with a long breath of fire. It was as if she’d swallowed a flamethrower. Alaska was horrified, but the audience seemed to find it funny.

“Phi Phi O’Hara of Beauxbaton has swallowed the renowned prank potion, Essence of Dragon Fire!” Pandora laughed, sending a louder ripple of laughter through the students and teachers.

Alaska’s confidence grew a little. Were all of them were joke potions, except for the cure? She really hoped so. Now, if she could just have the good fortune to stumble upon the correct potion immediately, all would be well.

Deciding to try her luck, Alaska manoeuvred her broomstick a little higher, getting a better view of the wide scope of potions she could choose from. Zeroing in on a jewel purple one, she watched its flight path for a few moments before just lurching herself towards it. Granted, the ride wasn’t smooth – Alaska and the broom still hadn’t bonded, it seemed – but somehow, she managed to shakily glide towards it, scrabbling at it with the tips of her long nails until she’d reached it.

In a way, being still in the air was scarier than moving, but at least now she wasn’t focusing on the height, or the sheer volume of people watching her. All of her concentration went into this little bottle; namely, whether or not she could actually open it without ruining her manicured claws. Thankfully, with an almighty tug, the cork popped out and Alaska only had one thing left to do.

She followed Phi Phi’s blasé approach of swallowing it as fast as she could, just in case. It felt smooth and heavy as it went down, tasting faintly of mint leaves and eucalyptus. Her heart rate quickened as she waited for something to happen, her eyes squeezing shut in preparation.

Upon opening her eyes, her head started to spin. Was she really so high up? Why were her hands so big? Everyone was so loud. Why were they loud? What was happening? ARGH! She was going to fall! Why wasn’t she falling? What-

“Alaska Thunderfuck of Hogwarts takes a Dizzy Draught! Haha, poor Alaska. It’ll wear off soon!” Pandora called it, and more people laughed.

Were they laughing at her? Why was everything so blurry? Oh, if she could only lie down and rest her head for just a minute, she would…

Blinking rapidly, Alaska suddenly realized she could see again. She instantly took advantage of the situation, grabbing hold of the front of her broom once again and steering herself back upwards to see what the others were doing. Kim was in the midst of drinking a strange peachy-coloured mixture, and Alaska saw a few faces in the crowd start to wince.

“Oh, no. Kim Chi of Durmstrang has managed to get herself into a Puking Pastille Potion! Won’t be long until-”

Alaska turned away as soon as Kim leant over her broom, although the retching and vomiting sounds turned her stomach. She already felt ghastly from the poison, and those noises made everything so much worse. Was this really their challenge? Find a disguised, unlabelled antidote for a poison, out of hundreds of potentially illness-inducing, fire-related, prank and painful potions?

Almost fifteen minutes in, Alaska was ready to give up. Her body felt weak from being battered by the wind, her stomach was churning from the Venomous Tentacula juice, and not only her but the other champions had already been to hell and back. She’d had hot steam blow out from her ears, a tickling draught that lasted for two minutes and rendered her useless, been unfortunate enough to swallow a fire-breathing potion similar to Phi Phi’s, and so many others she didn’t care to remember. Kim seemed to be the unfortunate one, picking out any that had gruesome or sickly effects, and Phi Phi was swallowing them at a mile a minute, doing her best to ignore any painful or awkward inflictions that came with them. All in all, no one seemed any closer to finding the antidote.

Another thing that was bothering Alaska was her hands. She hadn’t noticed it until she’d looked over at Phi Phi and Kim, both of which had a purple tinge to their hands, and Kim’s face was beginning to turn violet too. It was then that she’d glanced down at her own hands, the tips of her fingers taking on the same strange purple hue. Was it a side-effect of the Venomous Tentacula juice? Alaska didn’t know. Maybe she should’ve paid attention in Potions class as well as flying, Too late for that now.

She was just about to grasp at another potion – what was this, her twentieth? Twenty-fifth? – when Kim started to waver. Her eyes were lidded, her skin a deeper purple than Alaska’s or Phi Phi’s, and she seemed even more unstable on her broomstick than she had before.

“HEY!” She yelled, almost instinctively. “KIM! YOU ALRIGHT?”

Kim turned and shook her head. “FEEL – DON’T FEEL GOOD!”

Alaska squinted. “DO YOU FEEL OKAY TO CARRY ON?”

“I DON’T – I DON’T THINK SO, I DON’T KNOW.” Kim responded.

“BEST GET YOURSELF OFF,” Alaska shouted, her heart going out for the Durmstrang girl. She truly looked ill – aside from the purple hue of her skin, of course – and it wasn’t doing her any favours. Her hands had started to tremble.

“RED SPARKS, REMEMBER?”

In just a matter of seconds, Kim had shot up the red sparks, and her broom was manually lowered down. Alaska watched to make sure she touched down safely on the ground, feeling a little sad at the sight of the girl with a blanket over her shoulder, walking presumably towards the infirmary.

“Durmstrang School finishes in third place.” Pandora intoned. “Only two competitors are left in the game – Phi Phi O’Hara and Alaska Thunderfuck. Beauxbaton and Hogwarts, make some noise for your champions!”

Stupid as it may sound, the knowledge that her friends were amongst those endless screams spurred Alaska on. Now that Kim was gone, her only competition was Phi Phi, and fuck Phi Phi. She’d tried to start on Sharon and in doing so, had made an enemy in Alaska. Despite not being very powerful, the least Alaska could do was beat her.

Then she saw it. A tiny bottle – much smaller than the others, so much so that neither Alaska, Phi Phi nor Kim had spotted it earlier – flying around on miniscule white wings. The potion was a iridescent silver, glinting in the sunlight, and something clicked. Whether or not her instinct was correct, Alaska was sure this had to be the antidote. It couldn’t not be!

Getting ready to fly towards it, she noticed Phi Phi seemed to have a similar idea. The girls made eye contact, Phi Phi shooting daggers in her direction as Alaska glared, and she readied herself for something of a showdown. No matter what tricks Phi Phi had up her sleeve, Alaska was going to triumph. She had to.

For money.

For fame.

For glory.

For Sharon.

Suddenly she was off, shooting towards the little bottle as if her life depended on it, ignoring the encroaching illness that seemed to be making its presence known like it had to poor Kim. Phi Phi was hot on her tail, whizzing towards her before ducking down. Alaska frowned. Maybe she wasn’t after the same potion after all? Alaska wondered it briefly – that is, until she shot back up, attempting to knock Alaska from her broom. She just managed to swerve out of the way on time, her heart jumping into her throat as she wobbled and righted herself. An angry gasp came from the audience.

“Phi Phi O’Hara uses trickery tactics to try and beat Alaska Thunderfuck! The competition is getting tight!”

Not fucking today, Alaska thought grimly. No way am I going to sit here and let you win. That’s not me. Alaska had always wondered how people got so passionate about Quidditch (ignoring the fact that her girlfriend was a Beater, and Alaska was always over the top when Sharon played), but now she understood it. The rush of the crowd, the passing wind, and the peculiar thrill of being so high in the air filled her body with adrenalin. She willed her broom to move faster, urging it to reach the potion before Phi Phi could.

The two were neck and neck now, their brooms dangerously close and side to side with one another. Phi Phi scowled at her and drove her broom against Alaska’s, knocking her sideways and huffing loudly as Alaska pushed back. They lurched from left to right as they grew closer and closer to the silver potion, purposely shoving one another in an attempt to get at it fast.

“FUCK!” Phi Phi yelled, having been so focused on her battle with Alaska that she hadn’t noticed one of the bottles flying towards her, which had hit her smack on the forehead. That jarred Alaska too; one was heading for her too. Instinctively, she reached out a hand to grab any potions or smack them out of the way, her eyes firmly closed. As soon as her fingers closed around the cold neck of a bottle – it could’ve been anything, for all she knew – she made her broom fly straight up, desperate to get away from the influx of glass potion bottles and from Phi Phi’s consistent violent tactics.

It was only when she opened her eyes that she saw she’d managed to take hold of the silver potion. She’d done it! Please, let this be the one, she hoped and prayed, forcefully pulling the cork out and not hesitating before necking the entire thing in one go.

“ALASKA THUNDERFUCK FINDS THE ANTIDOTE! HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY WIN THE FIRST TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT CHALLENGE! CONGRATULATIONS, ALASKA!”

Alaska couldn’t even contain her excitement. A huge grin consumed her entire face as the school burst into applause, cheering on her win. In a moment of sheer thrill, Alaska flew a victory lap around the top of the Quidditch pitch, circling round before touching down onto the ground next to Phi Phi. Her heart raced with the adrenalin rush, but she still felt a little bit wonky, even after drinking the antidote.

“Now, now, come on.” Raja hurried forwards, a blanket tossed over one arm. “I knew you could do it! Now, come with me to the infirmary. You may not feel too shitty yet, and you’ll recover faster than the others since you drank the antidote, but you’re still gonna be a bit funny. Come on before you pass out, champion.”

Raja draped the blanket over her shoulders, which Alaska was grateful for – the initial rush had started to fade, and she just felt weak and cold – and began to lead her inside. Naomi and Phi Phi were doing the same, but unlike Alaska and Raja, they weren’t speaking. Naomi wore a poker face and Phi Phi was wearing her signature scowl.

It didn’t take long to reach the infirmary, where Kim was already lying in a bed. Alaska’s strength was waning greatly, black spots starting to appear in front of her eyes. Raja took her by the hand and led her over to Dela, the school nurse and medic.

“I’ll take her from here,” She informed Raja cheerily, bustling the former winner away and practically forcing Alaska onto a bed in the space of a few seconds. “Here, just lie down, you’re in danger of passing out so it’s best to already be lying down…”

Alaska’s drowsiness increased. The last thing she heard was the clicking of heels against the infirmary floor, and she was gone.

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