#must be an idiot to be on the fire ferrets

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Empty Roads

Platonic! Yandere! Trevor x Shapeshifter!Selectively Mute! Reader

Hey!! I wanted to get into non DC yandere works, and decided to cut my teeth on some platonic yandere Castlevania since there’s a criminal lack.

Warnings: swearing, obsession, overprotectiveness, reader has selective mutism and trauma, and violence! One shot is written from the yanderes POV

He finds you on the side of the road.

Or rather, you find him. You trail after him, eyes sharp and wary, and he wonders how hungry you must be to follow a stranger even as he keeps a hand on his short sword. Trevor wouldn’t be much of a Belmont if he somehow managed to get mugged by a half-starved kid on the road. Well, he wasn’t much of one currently, but he liked to think he had a few ancestors that didn’t think he was a total fucking disappointment.

He makes camp for the night even as he keeps a sharp eye on you, and when you don’t approach, gets the fire going. With demons wandering the lands, and animals, the glow of the fire would scare off the stupider night creatures.

It does not scare you off, and that night, Trevor leaves a bit of rabbit on a rock for you to eat. It’s a stupid fucking idea, feeding you could invite all sorts of dangerous shit into his life, but he does it anyways. And you clearly appreciate it, because you leave him the fuck alone during the days, and trail after, a silent observer with a hungry gaze.

Eventually, you start getting closer and closer to the fire. Eventually, you trust him enough to allow him within arms reach. Eventually, he starts hunting for two when he can, and when he goes into town, buys enough food to last you both.

And Trevor can’t place when he stopped viewing you as the creature that followed him every night and started viewing you as a kid. His kid. Well, maybe not his kid. You were a kid, and he looked out for you, and he knew damn well you’d seen too much shit but didn’t know enough about the, but he had no idea how to even begin to explain how important it was to keep you safe.

Maybe it’s when he realizes you can’t speak. Or that you can, but don’t. And even without that, you both learn to communicate. Gestures, looks, sign language, it all becomes an important part of the night. Trevor can’t read, side effect of being homeless since thirteen, and you can’t write, so coming up with new gestures for new words, or even going over old ones, was always an exercise in patience. Which Trevor knew was not something he had a lot of.

Maybe he changes his mind the first time you sat next to him by the fire. You’d been completely silent, but far from still, fidgety and pent up, and when he had passed you your plate, wound tight as a spring. Eventually, you had relaxed, and Trevor had been stuck keeping watch all night as you slept as a cat, tail curled around your body.

He didn’t really know when he changed his mind about you. He did know that he would be damned before he let anything happen to you though.

“Hop on. We’re going into town in about a mile, and I don’t want anyone seeing you.” He grunts, motioning to the thick fur on the lining of his coat, and even though you huff in offense, you shift into one of you smaller forms, the white fur blending seamlessly and nearly totally indistinguishable.

“Next time pick something other than a ferret. Don’t want you getting turned into some fucker’s coat.” He mutters, and there’s a sharp nip to his shoulder, and he jolts. You were a cheeky little fucker.

“Do that again and I’m throwing you.” He mutters, and he feels you shift, black eyes peeking out from under the coat curiously. That was one thing he couldn’t stand about you. You had seemingly no fucking self-preservation.

“Get back in the cloak, idiot. The whole reason we do that is so you can hide.” He hisses, and you literally hiss, ears pinned back as you glare angrily at him. “Don’t fucking take the tone with me, this is for your fucking safety.”

The walls of the city are in view now, and he feels his stomach drop when he sees the top of a massive cathedral where there didn’t used to be one.

“Oh fuck. Stay in the cloak.” For once, you don’t argue. In fact, you keep yourself perfectly hidden in the fur of the cloak, small body trembling

He moves quietly through the city, and every step he takes, he feels his stomach drop more and more. The Church was everywhere, and he can tell you know too, because you are perfectly still and silent, something he knew you hated.

The inn is nearly empty, though, and if that isn’t one of the few fucking miracles God would grant him, he doesn’t know what was.

“One of your rooms please.” He flicks a coin to the innkeep, who grunts, sliding him the key. For a second, he’s surprised at the lack of recognition in the man’s eyes, before he decides it was more likely he did recognize Trevor and simply didn’t give a shit. Hard to care about some random stranger being ex-communicated when your inn had no one fucking in it.

The door to the room is creaky, barely locks, and Trevor makes a note to fix that before you both go to bed. Maybe throw a chair in front of it incase the inn keep was an easy sell out.

“There we fucking go. Hop down.” You do quickly, shaking yourself, and it’s always so fucking weird to see you shape shift that it almost takes him off guard. One moment, there’s a cream and white ferret, and the next, there’s a kid.

“The Church didn’t used to be here?” You sign, or he figures you did. It looked about right.

“Nah, this is all new. We aren’t staying long, just long enough to restock and get to the next God-fearing hellhole in Wallachia.” He rolls his eyes, and you nod. “Speaking of which, tomorrow we go in and get supplies. I want you in one of your smaller forms, the ones you can use to hide pretty easy.”

You scowl, and he sighs, readying himself for an argument.

“You don’t have to take me everywhere, you know. I can help, so we can leave faster.”

“No. I’m not letting you out of my sight, especially not with the Church so far up our asses right now.” He grumbles, and motions to the adjoining room. “Now drop it and get clean so I can bathe, go on.”

He all but shoved you into the bathroom, and even though you look far from ready to drop the argument, you let him, scowling. You weren’t exactly one to turn down a chance for a hot bath.

He takes the opportunity to check his pack, and more importantly, that the small necklace he had gotten from a witch was still inside.

It gleams, silver and inconspicuous, in his hand, the chain delicate and small. It looks like it could be a family heirloom of some sort, the kind that were passed down from mother to daughter and father to son, cared for through the generations. If it wasn’t for the barely there warmth of the metal and the hum of magic against his hand, he would never know that it was enchanted.

He tightens his grip on the necklace. He hasn’t had to use it yet, and he didn’t plan to, but if he had to, he would.

He tucks it away before you get out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet and in clean clothes. With the dirt and mud from traveling gone, you look younger than you are, and Trevor can’t resist the urge to ruffle the wet locks, at which you shove at him.

“I just got clean! Go wash!”

You’re scowling, and he laughs, slipping past you into bathe.

By the time he’s out of the bath, you’ve curled up on the bed contently, nibbling on a bit of goat jerky.

“You know that was for the road, right? Now I’ve got to buy more.” He huffs, falling onto the bed with a grumble. You snort. “Just because I was going to buy more anyways, doesn’t mean to eat all our shit.”

You put the rest away, and there’s a moment where he nearly thinks you’re going to discover the necklace, his heart stopping in dread, but you don’t. Not that you would know what it does. He had gotten it in the early days of knowing you, given to him by a witch who claimed it could hold a shape-shifter in one form. You had refused to go into towns then, so he had come back with it and never spoken a damn word about it.

“I want you to start using your human form more, kid. You’re a damn cat half the time.” He huffs, and while he can’t see you’re face, curled away from him the way you were, he can tell you aren’t pleased. He can sort of understand it, even if he didn’t like it. Keeping you to one form would be going against your nature. It’d be like asking a vampire to not kill or a Belmont to not hunt monsters.

You don’t say anything.

“Kid, I’m serious. It’s dangerous enough traveling with me, I want you to learn how to fight, and to do that, you’ve got to be human, ya brat. We’re not going to advertise that you can shape shift, I don’t want the Church catching wind.”

At that, you turn over, eyes narrowed and harsh.

“Why can’t I just stay hidden in towns? I’ve helped before like that.”

“It’s not about whether you can help, damn it, I just- listen, you’re already traveling with me, which is dangerous enough. I’m ex-communicated. I don’t want more targets on your back, and people are eventually going to put it together.” He snaps, and he feels his temper rises, hot and angry and ready to fight, and he forces himself to breath for a second before he speaks. Scaring you was alarmingly easy, even if you had eventually gotten used to how rough he was around the edges, and he didn’t want to set back that progress.

“Word is going to travel that I’m traveling with someone, whether we like it or not. I’d prefer they not know you’re a fucking shapeshifter.”

You glare, but finally, nod, turning over so your back was to him.

Trevor sighs.

Another day without having to use the necklace was a win for him, even if you were pissed off. You knew as well as he did that he was the safest traveling companion you could find, for the time being, and he knew you well enough to know you wouldn’t brave the wilds on your own.

“Night, kid. Get some sleep.” You don’t respond, not even with the goodnight hum you usually did, and Trevor sighs, pulling his cloak around him. You had curled under the covers earlier, so you were plenty warm.

You slip into sleep first, like you always did, and when he follows, it’s with the knowledge that if anything were to happen, he would be ready to wake and defend the both of you.

#yandere castlevania #platonic yandere Castlevania #platonic yandere x reader #yandere Trevor Belmont

[avatar-state-kate]

#the krew #must be an idiot to be on the fire ferrets #asami is the teams braincell #and bank account #mako #korra #bolin #asami #legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #lok #iasip #incorrect legend of korra quotes #not kate

[jaskiersvalley]

i have read your fics more than once. really.

That is super flattering and I am so pleased you read them more than once. Hopefully, this little ficlet of thanks is something you’ll enjoy reading too!

Witchers didn’t have souls. That was a known fact around the continent. Their trials and mutagens and everything else that went on in their mysterious keeps stripped them of their core humanity. It stole away their daemons, left behind unfeeling killing machines that didn’t bat an eyelid at the atrocities fought so viciously. Then again, people whispered that it was better they didn’t have daemons because there was no telling what monstrous creature their daemons would settle into.

Despite all these warnings, Jaskier found himself tagging along with an infamous witcher. The Butcher of Blaviken himself. His own daemon, Miette, settled as a white-tailed mongoose, was happy to trot along by his side or settle on his shoulders. At the start, it was definitely unnerving to have a travel companion without a daemon of his own but, slowly, Jaskier got used to it.

Over time, as Jaskier became more familiar with Geralt, he didn’t miss the longing looks shot towards Miette. While he never touched her, there was a hint of temptation - especially after being in a village where the humans pulled away not their children first but their daemons. On those nights, Geralt always settled a little closer to the fire.

The nice thing about daemons was that mostly there was no need to verbal communication. Jaskier could look at Miette and they were in agreement. However, some things needed more than a look.

“You sure?” Miette asked but she was already turning towards Geralt.

“Go,” Jaskier said, bracing for what was to come. Because either unimaginable ire and offence was going to be rained down on him and Miette. Or Jaskier was in for a night like no other he’d experienced before.

From his own bedroll, Jaskier watched as Miette approached Geralt. Daemon and witcher stared at each other before Miette dipped her head and approached. It was Jaskier who gasped as his daemon nosed her way under Geralt’s arms and nestled into his chest. For a heavy few seconds time and the world was suspended before rushing to catch up as Geralt buried his face in Miette’s fur.

After that night, Geralt actually acknowledged Miette as an entity in her own right and talked directly to her rather than ignore her as he had a habit of doing before. When they were in built up areas, Geralt still ignored Miette. Especially after he once brushed against her at an inn and they were forcibly thrown out as a result. The new rumour that witchers tried to steal daemons for their own was impossible to quash, no matter how hard Jaskier tried.

“Come to Kaer Morhen with me,” Geralt said one night. It was an offer that had Jaskier’s heart picking up in excitement and Miette clambered up Geralt’s trouser leg to settle around his shoulder, tail draped across his throat.

“It would be my honour.”

As winter approached, Jaskier got more and more excited. He was going to meet other witchers, spend the whole season with Geralt and see him relax with family. Even Geralt seemed more motivated than usual. Which was saying a lot because he was the master of hiding all emotions.But Jaskier couldn’t miss the slight bounce of energy in him as they got closer to the mountain range which Kaer Morhen was nestled in.

The climb was bitterly cold and fraught with danger. More than once Jaskier came close to giving up and curling up with Miette, falling to sleep, probably to never wake again. But Geralt’s urging and mutters about Roach kept them moving.

They were on the last leg of the climb, the old keep visible through the trees when Geralt let out a soft laugh. “Vesemir’s home.”

Looking up, Jaskier’s jaw dropped at the sight. There was an elephant by the western wall of the keep, spreading mortar over a large crack. On its back was a man, obviously relaxed.

“How the fuck did you get an elephant up here?” Jaskier asked but Geralt had picked up the pace and was all but jogging to the doors, flinging them open and rushing in. It was a burst of energy that Jaskier just couldn’t muster. And he must have been so exhausted he was hallucinating because the elephant was gone and the man he thought he was on its back was walking towards him with a wave.

Jaskier followed Geralt into the keep and came to a stop, almost choking on his next breath. There were cages on the floor of the entrance hall, three of them occupied by daemons and Geralt was prying one open with excitement clumsy hands.

“I know Roach, I know,” he was muttering and the cage door finally flew open. Instantly, the daemon in the cage was bursting out and rapidly shifting through forms, a wolf knocking Geralt flat on his back, a lioness nuzzling against his chest with a deep purr, a ferret excitedly disappearing down the neck of his shirt and making Geralt squirm until she popped out of his sleeve before shifting to a mouse and nesting in Geralt’s hair.

“What the fuck?” Jaskier whispered and Miette looked just as stunned.

“Welcome to Kaer Morhen,” Vesemir said from beside him, a lizard peering out from his breast pocket. “You obviously know Geralt and now you’ve seen Roach.”

The incredulous “that’s Roach?!” from Jaskier drew Geralt’s attention and he sat up, mouse turning into a cat to sprawl in his arms.

“Roach, meet Jaskier and Miette,” he said and the cat flicked her tail. “She’ll probably come greet you later on but,” Geralt trailed off. It was obvious though, he didn’t want to let go of Roach.

That evening, Jaskier learned a lot of things. Witchers did indeed have daemons but the trials stripped them of the ability to settle on one form. It was safer for them to remain at the keep than be out in the world. A lot of less than well-intentioned people would pay good money to get their hands on an unsettled daemon that could exist at great distances from its partner. Not to mention that having a witcher’s daemon meant ownership of a witcher which was disastrous.

“It also gives us the final boost to come home,” Geralt added, Roach hidden up his sleeve in ferret form. “If we had them with us, we would never make it up the pass.”

“Plus, we know who might return for winter and who might not. An empty cage means we won’t hope needlessly. Speaking of, Bleater’s been looking a little ragged,” Vesemir added. “Eskel’s got himself into trouble.”

Sure enough, when Jaskier walked through the entrance hall, one of the daemons looked rather sorry for herself. She was in wolf form, curled up and shivering. The cage door was enchanted so no matter how small a daemon, it couldn’t pass between the bars.

“Can’t we let her out? Maybe Miette and Roach could give her some comfort?” Jaskier begged.

“The first thing she’d do is take flight to find him. And then he’ll never make it home.” The reply from Geralt was less than pleasing and Jaskier sat by the cage, whispering encouragements to Bleater, trying to keep her spirits a little raised.

The cage next to her housed another wolf. This one threw herself at the door and raged to be let free. When Jaskier dared ask about her, Geralt simply shrugged.

“Lambert’s getting close.”

Sure enough, two days later a new witcher staggered through the doors. He smacked the cage door open and Jaskier bore witness to a wrestle between man and daemon that looked more like a fight than a greeting. Once they were done, the daemon shifted into a cat and swiped at Lambert’s hand.

“You’ll do, eh?” He said to the daemon before looking up at Jaskier. “I see Geralt’s brought home a stray.”

Not disheartened or offended by the exclamation, Jaskier smiled. “Jaskier. And this is Miette. You are?”

“Lambert,” came the reply. He looked at the cat and smirked. “You never did need a name, did you?”

The cat sank her teeth into Lambert’s hand, drawing blood and he laughed, giving her a fond cuff. “Bloody brat.”

Jaskier could only watch as man and cat wandered off but not before their gaze lingered on Bleater in her cage.

Things weren’t looking good for Eskel. Bleater, was on her side and panting by the next morning, looking lethargic and sickly. The witchers all looked grim as they passed her cage but they maintained there was nothing they could do. So Jaskier sat vigil with her, kept her company even though it went against every social etiquette. It was early afternoon when Bleater shivered and gasped on a breath, craning her neck to look Jaskier in the eye.

“Please,” she murmured, “save him.”

It wasn’t something Jaskier could truly refuse. He was up and out the door with Miette a moment later. Eskel had to be close, there was no way he could be too far away. As they got to the path they followed up, there was a low growl from behind them and Lambert’s daemon snarled at them.

“If you’re going to stop us, you might want to snap my neck now,” Jaskier snapped, irritated. He watched as the daemon sniffed the air, scenting it.

“He’s close. Follow me.” She was off and Jaskier had to rush after her, down a different path to the one they took. From behind them there was a thudding and panting, Roach in wolf form appeared too.

“What?” she scoffed. “I’m not suffering a winter with Lambert and his idiot mourning when there’s someone willing to do something about it. Plus-” if wolves could smile, she certainly was, “you get to take the blame for this. It’s not like Vesemir would make you suffer the whole winter.”

It took fifteen minutes of fast paced jogging down a path before the two wolf daemons stopped and sniffed. Whatever they could detect, Jaskier hoped it wasn’t death.

“There!” Miette dashed off through the snowy undergrowth. A little way off the path, there was a small clearing and in the middle of it was a collapsed man. Miette danced around him nervously, chittering to get Jaskier closer. While Roach didn’t touch Eskel, Lambert’s daemon seemed to have no such qualms. She turned into a scarred bear and hefted Eskel onto his back settling over him with a rumble.

“He’ll need to warm up before we can move him.”

It took a few minutes before fingers twitched and buried themselves in the thick fur as Eskel gasped a soft “You.”

“Of course it’s me, idiot,” she retorted.

Eskel looked around, dazed and flinched at the sight of Jaskier. However, Roach’s presence next to him and Miette on her back seemed to help him relax.

“Guess we’re your rescue party,” Jaskier said by way of introduction. “Just as well I don’t believe in leaving people to struggle alone.”

There was something in Eskel’s expression which he couldn’t read. Maybe even grief. “Li’l Bleater got snatched by a forktail. I tried to rescue her but ended up snapping my ankle instead. It’s mostly healed now but I couldn’t push on.”

Shame, that’s what Jaskier could see and he wasn’t prepared to have any of that. He offered Eskel a hand to pull him up and winced as how he still limped. The ankle wasn’t healed up by any of his definitions. His joke about the fact that if that was Eskel’s definition of better could be understood to mean that bones were poking out earlier fell flat. And Jaskier felt a little sick at realising that’s exactly what had happened.

Keeping her bear form, Lambert’s daemon let Eskel cling to her as they limped back towards the keep. It took the better part of two hours and by the time they were back, Vesemir, Geralt and Lambert were standing by the door, looking like a menacing and unimpressed welcome party. Even worse, Lambert scoffed and turned to head into the keep. Jaskier wanted to call after him and berate him however, a moment later, a blur was stumbling and rushing out of the keep. Bleater all but crashed into Eskel who had dropped to his knees to greet her, relief making his shoulders sag.

“Bleat,” he gasped, burying his face in her fur. “Thank you.”

At a more sedate pace, Lambert approached and waited his turn to greet Eskel. As he stood, his eyes met his daemon’s and they nodded at each other. No matter the price, they would have done it again. Lambert squeezed Jaskier’s shoulder as he helped Eskel hobble into the keep.

“I am so disappointed in you,” Geralt chided Roach. “But thank fuck you’re a stubborn mare.”

Vesemir’s quiet “thank you” was the one that took Jaskier off guard the most. He’d expected to be berated, to be thrown out. Instead, there was soft gratitude from all the witchers. And for the whole of winter, Miette had four eternally shifting snuggle buddies to lounge by a fire with. While Jaskier found himself accepted by the witchers, welcomed into their family and, even better, invited back for future winters.

#geraskier #minor eskel/lambert #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #eskel #vesemir #daemon au #long post #tldr: witchers lock away their daemons for most of the year

[storydays]

Season 1, ep 4, p1

This is sooo boring.' you thought clearly annoyed, tilting against the wall, hands behind your head. You had to accompany your uncle to this council meeting, and quite honestly it was unnecessary for you to be there, in your opinion at least. "There is a madman running around our beloved city, threatening to tear it apart. We need to create a task force whose sole mission is to find Amon and bring him to justice." Councilman Tarrlok said. "Absolutely not. A move that aggressive would only further divide benders and non benders." Tenzin defended. 

This caught your attention, and made you zone back into the conversation. "Tarrlok, I'm inclined to agree with your proposal. But who would even head up such a task force?" wondered a Fire Nation representative.  "It would be my honor and privilege to accept such a duty. " He bowed, as Tenzin stiffened. "This is just another one of your ploys to gain more power, isn't it?" the airbending master accused. "All I'm trying to do is help." shrugged the Northern Water Tribesman. "Think back, 42 years ago: Republic City was threatened by another dangerous    man--Yakone." 

Looking at his rival, he stated with a smirk, "Your father wasn't afraid to deal with him head on." "This is a completely different situation. And how dare you compare yourself to Avatar Aang!" Tenzin said through gritted teeth. "Amon is not going to stop with the bending triads. Eventually, he is going to come for all of us benders. Our friends, our families." He turned to the other council members. "Vote for this task force and I will stop Amon before it's too late. All in favor?" The other three council members raised their hands, and then all eyes turned to you, as the knew Tenzin's position. 

"Young (Y/N), what say you?" asked the Fire Nation representative. You eyed Tarrlok and your Uncle before sighing heavily. "On this task force of yours, non benders need to be included." Everyone looked at you in shock. Tarrlok sputtered. "What? That is preposterous!" You put your chair down and crossed your arms and legs.

"You both have the right idea of things. And my job here is to play mediator, making a compromise for everyone. Uncle, Tarrlok has a point that we need to show Amon that we will not bow down." The Northern Tribesman smirked at Tenzin in pride, thinking he won.  "However, Tarrlok," he looked back at you to see your (e/c) eyes glowing slightly in the light. "My Uncle does have a point that the divide between non benders and benders could stretch wider. If we were to include an equal amount of non benders into your little task force, it would show everyone that we do care about equality, and the welfare of non benders. I can assure you, if there were no non-benders on this task force, more non benders would join Amon's side and we would begin to have riots, and chaos on our hands."

The other members murmured in agreement. "Yes, he has a point, Tarrlock." said the Earth Kingdom representative.  "Very well, the task force shall include non benders." Tarrlok finalized with a bang of his gavel, before grinning at Tenzin with a sadistic grin. Everyone began to leave, and you followed your Uncle to Oogi. "Don't worry, Uncle. Things will work out just fine." You assured. 

*That Night* 

You were reading a book in the courtyard while Korra was practicing air movements, listening to the jazz music play when suddenly static interrupted  the peace. "Good evening, my fellow Equalists." Your  book dropped and Korra froze before looking at the radio. "This is your leader Amon, as you have heard the Republic Council has voted to make me public enemy number one proving once again that the bending oppressors of this city will stop at nothing to quash our revolution. But we cannot be stopped. Our numbers grow stronger by the day." 

Korra swallowed nervously, you gripped your arms close to your stomach. 'He's not here, (Y/N), you're safe. You are home.'  "You no longer have to live in fear. The time has come for benders to experience fear." The rest of his message was cut off by Nevermore casually using her tail to knock it down, causing the radio to turn off, and to snap you both out of your trance. "That was creepy." You said, picking your book and walking over to Korra. Nevermore crawling onto your shoulders. 

"Yeah, it was. Thanks Nevermore." the Avatar gave the small dragon a pat on the head, and you narrowed your eyes. "Korra, are you...okay?" You ask softly, watching her reactions. Instinctively she stiffened, sweat drops appeared on her face, and her blue eyes darted back and forth avoiding yours. "Pfft, what brought that up? I'm the Avatar! Of-" "You are also only human, Korra. Being the Avatar doesn't mean you're some type of deity or something." You put a hand on her shoulder only for her to back away abruptly. 

"People expect me to be! I expect me to be more than human.Ugh!" Korra pulled her hair in frustration. "Korra-" You started to say but she turned away from you. "Look, (Y/N), I'm need to be alone right now. See ya." With that, the Avatar was gone. You sighed running a hand through your hair, making it more wild. "Stubbornness runs hot in waterbenders, don't you think Nevermore?" The (F/c) dragon grumbled in agreement. 

*The next day*

You were walking around the town square, with a grocery list in your hand. Aunt Pema was due soon and you really didn't want her walking around with the Equalists and she wasn't in a condition to protect herself at the moment. "Well, that seems to be everything, plus a few of my favorites." You grin happily thinking of what your aunt was going to say about the junk food, before looking up to hear tires screeching and Mako taking the brunt of it and being tossed across the street. You ran over to the firebender and asked if he was okay, same time as the girl on the motor bike did. 

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you!" She cried running over. Mako rubbed his head, clearly annoyed. "How could you not see me? I mean I was j-juuuhh--" The ever stoic male blushed a nice shade of pink as he starred at the cute girl with the pretty green eyes looking at him with concern in her eyes. "I was...I-I--wow." He coughed into his fist. "That was--" he cleared his throat before glaring at you for snickering. "Hey Asami, long time no see." She smiled at you with a slight blush on her cheeks. 

You were well aware of her crush on you, but you weren't sure if you wanted to ruin your friendship with her. She bent down to help Mako up, while berating herself. "Did I hurt you? I'm such an idiot!" He blushed softly before getting his act together. "Don't worry, I'm fine. My brother hits me harder than that everyday in practice." Mako brushed himself off as Asami narrowed her eyes before brightening up. "Wait, I recognize you! You're Mako right? You play for the Fire Ferrets!" Mako placed his hands on his hips, trying to act cool suddenly. "Yeah that's me." 

Asami face palmed, before looking at you two with big green eyes. "I'm so embarrassed. My name is Asami." She held a hand out to the firebender, who shook it. "Let me make this up to you somehow. Uh, how about I treat you to dinner? Tomorrow night, 8:00, Kwong's Cuisine." She began to walk back to her motorbike, when Mako came back to his senses. "Uh, Kwong's? I don't have any nice enough--" You covered his mouth with your free hand, before shooting Asami a smile. "He'll be there." "So...it's a date?" Asami asked shyly.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. I'll see you tomorrow night." the ravenette shot you guys a smile over her shoulder before speeding off. Mako turned to a smirking you, with a love sick feeling on his face. "Nice, Mako." You gave a thumbs up, feeling a slight hint of jealousy, but you weren't sure why. 

*That night*

You were tapping your finger against your leg, vaguely listening to your uncle pray. "For compassion, and--" "I'm not interrupting, am I?" Everyone looked to see Tarrlok standing in the entrance with a smirk on his face. "T-This is my home, Tarrlok. We're about to eat dinner." Tenzin was subtly telling the older waterbender to leave. "Good, because I am absolutely famished." Noting the airbender's glare, his smirk widen. "Airbenders never turn away a hungry guest, am I right?" 

Tenzin sighed, clearly annoyed. "I suppose not." Pema glared at her husband who shrugged. Tarrlok walked to you and Korra. "Oh, you must be the famous Avatar Korra. It is truly an honor. I am Councilman Tarrlok, representative from the Northern Water Tribe." Korra stood up and bowed. "Nice to meet you." You  rolled your eyes at Tarrlok's behavior and grinned mischievously when Ikki slide over to the man. "Why do you have three ponytails?" She sniffed him. 

"And how come you smell like a lady? You're weird." You spit your drink out, laughing at the innocent bluntness of your cousin. "Well, aren't you....precocious?" Tarrlok's eyebrow twitched, before turning to Korra. "So, I've been reading all about your adventures in the papers. Infiltrating Amon's rally--now that took some real initiative." Korra was uncomfortable, and you were feeling even more mischievous than before. 

"Oh....thanks. I think you're the first authority figure in the city whose happy that I'm here." "Uh, do I not count?" You snap, with hurt on your face. "You know what I meant, hehe." Korra smiled sheepishly. You felt a small scaly body brush against your leg and smile. 'Nevermore.'  You ran a gloved hand over her scales gently.

"Republic City is much better off now that you've arrived." "Enough with the flattery, Tarrlok. What do you want from Korra?" demanded Tenzin. "Patience, Tenzin. I'm getting to that. As you may have heard, I am assembling a task force. I will strike at the heart of the revolution, and I want you to join me." "Really?" "What?" "Huh?" You raised an eyebrow, chewing more rice. "I need someone who will help me attack Amon directly, someone who is fearless in the face of danger, and that someone is you." 

"Join your task force?" Korra looked at you before looking down at her hands. "I can't." Tenzin and Tarrlok both looked at the Avatar shocked. Said girl coolly sipped her tea. You smirked, as Nevermore hopped on your shoulder and seemed to be smirking at Tarrlok. 

"I must admit, I'm rather surprised. I-I  thought you'd jump at the chance to help me lead the charge against Amon." "Me, too." mumbled Tenzin from across the table. "I came to Republic City to finish my Avatar training with Tenzin. Right now I just need to focus on that." "Which is why this opportunity is perfect. You would get on-the-job experience while performing your Avatar duties for the city." 

"No means no, Tarrlok." You snapped, handing Nevermore a piece of carrot. "That's right. Korra gave you her answer. It's time for you to go." Tenzin said, leaving no room for argument. Tarrlok held a hand up. "Very well, but I'm not giving up on you just yet. You'll be hearing from me very soon. It has been a pleasure of , Avatar Korra." He walked away but not before Ikki said, "Bye bye, ponytail man!" 

Tarrlok scoffed before yelping when a water line tripped him up a little. He turned to glare at you but backed up when Nevermore was suddenly in his face, growling protectively. He cleared his throat nervously before taking his leave. You chuckled, before cleaning up your spot. "Well, family. Dinner tonight was delicious and full of drama. But I need to get going; a friend of mine needs some help. Nevermore, come." Said dragon curled onto your shoulders. "Oooh are you going with your girlfriend, As--" You cut Ikki  off by tickling her, making her squeal in laughter.

*20 minutes later*

"Hey there, buddy boy. Let's get you ready for date with Asami." You pulled Mako with you into a dressing room. He was shocked when he was suddenly wearing a white long sleeve pullover, black slacks, freshly shinned shoes, and a gray overcoat. You then made him sit down and began doing his hair with gel and water. When you finished with his hair, you gently draped his scarf around his neck, and stepping back. 

"Excellent. Enjoy your dinner with Asami, Mako." You held the door open for the firebender, watching him walk away. Nevermore whined, rubbing her head against your head. "I'm okay girl. What do you say we go hang with Bolin for a little while?" Nevermore perked up; she liked the happy Earthbender but she liked playing with Pabu more. 

"Let's go, love."

#lok imagine #legend of korra x reader #legend of korra imagine #x male reader

[alindakb]

The Yule Ball Revelations - part 3 - by Alinda

“Master Harry, wake up.”

Someone is pulling on Harry’s sleeve. He must have fallen asleep last night. He slowly opens his eyes to see Dobby standing bend over him.

“You need to hurry, master Harry,” the elf says. “You need to save young master Malfoy.”

Harry blinks his eyes. The room is filled with light.

“What is going on?” Ron says from his left.

“It’s time for the second task. Master Harry needs to go now and save the thing he will miss the most,” Dobby answers. He pulls on Harry’s sleeve again to get him to move.

Harry sits up straight and signs. “I can’t, Dobby. We haven’t found a way for me to stay underwater. I won’t be able to do it.”

“No, sir. Dobby knows how. You need to take the Gillyweed.” He pushes some kind of herb into Harry’s hand. “Now hurry. You need to get young master Malfoy back.”

“What is he on about?” Ron asks. “Why does he think you have to rescue Malfoy? Like he will be the one thing you will miss the most?”

Harry looks out of the window as he stands up. He doesn’t answer Ron’s questions, he doesn’t think he can. It’s great that Ron doesn’t care about Harry being gay, but Harry is sure Ron will never be okay with Harry having the hots for Draco Malfoy.

“Oh no. No, you don’t,” Ron says. “The thing you and Hermione been keeping from me. It’s this, isn’t it? You’ve got the hots for Malfoy!?!”

Harry swallows and looks at Ron. His face is red and his hands are clenching next to his body. He’s rigid and Harry doesn’t blame him.

“I know it’s stupid, okay. And impossible. And never going to happen. So you don’t have to worry about anything,” Harry snaps. He knew Ron would never understand.

“Master Harry, please. You need to go now. The task is about the start,” Dobby repeats. He pulls on Harry’s robe and Harry starts to follow him out of the library. Ron doesn’t say a word. It feels like Harry has just lost his best friend. But he can’t think of that right now. He has a task to perform. Apparently, he has to go and save Malfoy from the mermaids. He’ll have to save the thing he will miss the most.

-x-x-x-x-x-

“Pansy, you weren’t there. You didn’t hear him stutter. It was weird. Like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t get the words over his lips. I always knew he was stupid. But this, it triumphs it all.” Draco sits down on the sofa and stares at the fire. Tomorrow is the next tasks, and if the rumours are correct, Potter will have to retrieve something from the great lake. Draco sure hopes the idiot knows how to swim.

“Oh, Draco, don’t be a drama queen,” Pansy counters. “So Potter tripped over his own words. It’s not like you always say what you want when he’s around.”

“I know, alright. I’m an idiot too,” Draco says. “Now hold your promise and don’t open that can of worms again.”

“Fine,” Pansy snaps. “You could make that easier if you didn’t bring him up, like all the time.”

Draco shakes his head. He knows this. He can’t help it. Potter is always on his mind.

The door to the common room opens and Professor Snape steps into the room. He looks around and motions for Draco to follow him when he spots him. Draco gets up and shakes his head. “I’ll be back later,” he tells Pansy.

Professor Snape guides Draco out of the dungeons. “Where are we going, sir?” Draco asks. He has no clue what this is all about. Surely it can’t be about his little tumble down the stairs with Potter last week. Madam Pomfrey healed all the wounds and cuts and that was it.

“You are wanted by the headmaster,” Professor Snape answers.

“Why?” Draco asks.

“I’m sure he will explain. Now hurry up, we don’t have all day,” the professor snaps. It seems he’s in a bad mood again and even though Draco wants to ask a million more questions, he knows when to keep his mouth shut around his head of house.

They reach Dumbledore’s office and Draco is surprised to see Granger, Chang and one of the younger Beauxbatons students. He has no clue why he would be summoned to a meeting with these three. It’s not like they have anything in common.

“Ah, you’re all here now,” the headmaster says. “Good. I’m sure you are all wondering why you’re here.”

“Yes, sir. If you don’t mind. I need to get back to the library,” Granger says.

“I see,” Dumbledore answers. “Harry’s still struggling I guess. But don’t you worry, Miss Granger. He’s a good lad, he will manage.”

Granger doesn’t seem to agree and Draco kind of agrees with her. If Potter hasn’t figured out what he has to do tomorrow, then he’s going to need the help of his smart-ass Mudblood.

“But what I was about to say. I’m here to ask a favour from all of you. As you might have heard, as nothing ever stays a secret in this school, our champions will have to retrieve something from the Great Lake tomorrow. These somethings are the person that they will miss the most,” Dumbledore explains.

Draco laughs. “And who of the champions will miss me? I get Granger and Chang, being Potter’s and Diggory’s girlfriends. And I’m sure the French girl is related to Delacour. But how in Merlin’s name am I the thing that Krum will miss the most?”

Granger looks at Draco likes he’s a fool. “I’m not his girlfriend,” she says.

“Quite right. And a good question, Mister Malfoy,” Dumbledore says. “But it’s not Mister Potter that will miss Miss Granger the most. She’s here because mister Krum has taken a liking in her.”

“You’re saying, I’m the person Potter will miss the most?” Draco stutters. They most all have gone insane. In which universe does the person someone will miss the most come down to the one person they hate the most?

“That is correct,” Dumbledore says.

“Albus, I told you this was insane. Malfoy has nothing to do with Potter. I don’t see why he should risk anything for him,” Professor Snape says. Dumbledore answers something, Draco is sure, but his eyes are fixed on Granger. She refuses to look at Draco. Draco is sure she knows why he would be the person that Potter will miss the most. If only Draco would be able to talk to her for a second. Because it can’t be that he likes Draco, can it? That would be insane.

“It’s all perfectly save. All you four have to do is take this potion and you will sleep. You won’t notice anything of the tasks. And the Mermen have promised to keep you safe for the duration of the task. Nothing will come to you,” Dumbledore says.

Draco eyes the potion and shakes his head. What will everyone think when Potter has to rescue him? What would father say if he hears? It’s beneath them, unheard of. No way that Draco will be doing this.

But then again. There was last week. Potter seemed more upset with himself than with Draco. He stuttered. Said he didn’t mean to say what he said, that he just wanted to talk. It was stupid. But what if it was his way of trying to reach out to Draco?

Only Potter can’t be gay. That would be insane. He’s the boy who lived. The saviour of the wizarding world. Nobody will want to have a gay saviour. But then again, nobody wants a gay Malfoy heir either. And they got that anyway.

“I’ll do it,” Draco says. He’s crazy for believing that this means more than it does, but what does he have to lose? And the smile Granger sends his way right now is promising.

-x-x-x-x-x-

“Oh, don’t worry about it all, Ron,” Hermione says on Harry’s left. She was rescued by Krum moments after Cedric had taken Cho up to the surface of the lake. Harry hadn’t wanted to leave with just Malfoy. It was wrong to leave the others down there. He knows now that he was a fool to think that they would truly be lost after the bespoken time had passed.

“Don’t worry, she says,” Ron shouts back. “You got kidnapped by the Merfolk, and you tell me not to worry.”

“She wasn’t kidnapped, Weasel,” Malfoy says from Harry’s other side. He sits next to Harry, their hands close to each other. Malfoy’s pinkie on top of Harry’s below the blanket that falls around them to keep them warm.

“Keep out of it, Ferret,” Ron snaps.

Hermione signs. “Ron, stop it. He’s right. We had to agree with this. If I’d told them I didn’t want to do it, they would have found another person to take my place. Nobody forced us.”

Harry turns to look at Malfoy next to him. Had Malfoy agreed to be held underwater for over an hour so Harry could come and rescue him? It’s insane. Why would he ever agree to something like that? Harry hasn’t missed the shouts of Malfoy’s friends when they saw Draco get out of the lake with Harry. He heard the hateful words just as well as Malfoy must-have. And still, he chose to do this voluntarily.

“What you’re staring at, Potter?” Malfoy asks.

Harry shakes his head and looks back towards the lake. The judges are still deliberating about something. Harry doesn’t care if he’s honest. He came back last, so he won’t be scoring great. Not that it matters. Harry never wanted to be in this tournament at all, so who cares if he wins or loses?

“Harry, please tell Hermione that it’s my job to worry,” Ron says.

“You talking to me now?” Harry asks him.

“What?” Ron asks in surprise at the same time as Hermione looks at Harry.

“Did you two have a fight?” she asks.

“Someone didn’t believe that Malfoy would be the person I would miss the most,” Harry tells her. The pinkie on top of his squeezes lightly and Harry feels his cheeks heat up. He isn’t sure, but someone wouldn’t hold your pinkie if they didn’t care, would they?

“Ronald Bilius Weasley,” Hermione states as she stands up. “You fought with Harry on the day of the task because of his crush? Are you insane?”

Harry doesn’t hear what Ron says in response. His ears are ringing as the words of Hermione plant themselves in his brain. There is no way Malfoy hasn’t heard them, just like everyone around. Tomorrow it will be in the papers how the ‘boy who lived’ has the hots for his nemesis, the Malfoy heir. Tomorrow the entire wizarding world will know he’s gay.

“Don’t freak out, Potter,” Malfoy says. Harry turns his head and looks at him.

“You don’t mind. Tomorrow everyone will know about this. It will be in the papers,” Harry stutters.

Malfoy stands up, pulls his blanket tighter around his body. “I thought you were a Gryffindor, but turns out you’re an even bigger coward than me,” he says before he turns and walks away.

Harry stares at Malfoy, at his downturned head as he strives away from the lake. He’s right, Harry is acting like a coward. Just moments ago he was sitting next to Draco Malfoy, holding his pinkie like it was the most natural thing in the world. Harry wants to hold it again. And not just under a blanket. He wants the world to know that he’s fallen for Malfoy. It’s time he starts acting like a true Gryffindor. He stands up and runs after Malfoy.

“Draco, wait,” he shouts.

Malfoy stops and turns to look at Harry. “You called me Draco,” he says.

“Yeah,” Harry confirms as he stops in front of Draco. “I thought it was appropriate, as I’m about to kiss you.”

The corners of Draco’s mouth turn into a smile as Harry takes his face in his hands. Harry kisses against the smile and it’s perfect.

“Fine, I won’t snug Hermione all the time anymore when you’re around,” Ron shouts from behind them. “Just take your tongue out of the Ferret and let me apologise. And Ferret, I hope you like chess, because we are playing tomorrow as I have to be your friend now.”

Harry kisses Draco for some time longer, just to get back at Ron. And also because it’s the best thing in the world.

#drarry #yule ball #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #romoine #triwizard tournament #second task #first kiss

[puggledy-huggledy-is-not-a-pig]

If You Want To Get Warm, You Must Stand Near The Fire (Working title...)

“Now I know that if you open the right door at the right time, you might finally find a place where you belong.”

Seanan McGuire

1194, Nottingham

Guy limped through the forest, weak from hunger, exhaustion, and grief. It was all he could do to not give up, lie down and sleep where he stood. The only thing stopping him was the thought of Hood’s smug fucking face if he discovered his mortal enemy asleep in his turf, defenceless and handed to him on a platter. And, if he was honest with himself, the thought of the dreams waiting for him when he closed his eyes. He’d have to face them eventually, but not yet, not while he could help it.

Everyone he cared about was dead. His mother, Lambert, Marian, sweet little Meg, whose only crime was trying to help him. Isabella was still around, but Guy would have to kill her now, anyway; it was her or him. Besides, she was so rotted through with hatred and resentment, she might as well be dead. (And whose fault was that, if only he could admit it? ) That rabid ferret, the Sheriff, was dead, too late to do any good, but at least Guy had done one thing right. (“You left it too late, though, didn’t you?” Marian whispered in his ear. No, don’t think of her, don’t think...) Guy blinked away the moisture in his eyes, and gritted his teeth furiously. He was so bone-tired, angry and sad, he didn’t notice the oak’s thick roots spreading across his path. He tripped, hitting his head on the tree as he fell, and lay there unconscious. Next to his head, one of the knots on the wood expanded and changed shape, looking eerily like a door...

November 2020, Plymouth

Hope lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of the rain beating on her window. She couldn’t sleep, there was nothing on tv, and the walls were making her feel claustrophobic. She needed some air. She got up, leaving Falkor snoring gently curled up at the foot of the double bed. Grabbing her parka and woolly hat, she open the door, and almost tripped over the man lying on the pavement just outside her house.

“What the fuck! Hey!” She prodded him with her foot. “Hey, sleep it off somewhere else!”

He didn’t stir, and Hope bent down to have a closer look, suddenly concerned. He was pale, and his breathing was shallow. His face was bruised, he obviously hadn’t showered in a while, and a cut on his forehead had just started clotting over. Gingerly, Hope bent lower and gave an exploratory sniff. No alcohol smell. Could he be on drugs? He did look awfully pale, his black shirt and leather trousers were soaked from the rain, and still, he didn’t stir. Hope knew that if she called an ambulance on a Friday night, and for what looked like a homeless druggie, she’d have to wait a long time. Cautiously, she brushed away his wet strands and pressed her fingers on his neck. His pulse was strong and steady, at least. He probably just needed to get out of the rain. “Don’t be an idiot, Hope, that’s how people get murdered,” she thought, but she knew that the sensible part of her had already lost the argument. She looked at him again, appraisingly. He was thin, but tall and broad-shouldered. There was no way she could carry him inside without dislocating a shoulder or something. Shaking her head, she went back inside, and grabbed a sheet from the laundry hamper in the bathroom. She rolled him over, grunting, wrapped him in the sheet and dragged him inside, hoping none of the neighbours was watching from a window. She placed him on the floor in front of the radiator, covered him with a duvet, and, as an afterthought, put a sofa cushion under his head.

“Now, remember I was trying to help you, if you wake up in a murdery mood...” she told him. Then she walked into the kitchen, made herself a cup of tea, took a steak knife from the drawer under the cooker, and sat on the sofa, wrapped up in her gran’s crochet throw, her eyes glowing in the light of the muted television. She was definitely not sleeping tonight.

#guy of gisborne #bbc robin hood #richard armitage #my❤️guy #if you want to get warm you must stand near the fire #mine

[i-really-should-change-my-url]

Methlin as my Merlin Rewatch Thoughts (1x06)

Andro: HE FELL INTO A BURNING RING OF FIRE HE WENT DOWN DOWN DOWN AND THE FLAMES WENT HIGHER

Change: *Looking at this list afterwards* These aren’t funny. I’m going to bed.

Donts: I’m all for a good “avenge my loved ones” story but not when Morgana is getting harmed.

Duckie: Only two can keep a secret when one of them is dead, you salamander.

Ferret: Edwin, you were rude to Gwen. For that, we must take your kneecaps.

Imy: The potential for good Gaius and Gwen scenes were in this show, so why didn’t we get more?

Jax: I really don’t like shifty, manipulative people. Unless the shifty one is me.

Lemon: Gaius knows how idiotic Merlin is, and yet he’s leaving him? I call abandonment BS.

SC: Ah, Gaius and Kilgharrah, the “let’s send Merlin to his death by giving bad mentorship” squad.

Tilt: Nobody who keeps beetles around is up to any good.

#i-really-should-change-my-url-original #methlin #merlin #rewatch #1x06 #A Remedy to Cure All Ills #arthur #morgana #gwen #colin morgan #bradley james #katie mcgrath #angel coulby

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Petals.

Hello! Omg, this chapter took so much workkk! I really hope it was worth it and you like it 🙌🏻🙌🏻✨ Tell me what you thought about it on the comments 🥰 Enjoy!!

Ps: I checked, but I’m sorry if you find errors (grammar or vocabulary)

Chapter 7: July 31st.

Chapter Text

‘You'll know that you have fallen in love, Dragon prince, when you would do anything to make them happy’He remembered when mother told him that. At the time, he didn’t understand what it meant. Now Draco knew, it meant that his mother didn’t actually believe in the cause but she loved his father too much to get away from all that. Draco felt much like his mother these days.

He sighed as he was finishing Potter’s birthday present. He had a debate with himself, whether he should give him something or not (for days) and he actually decided not to... but then he heard Mr. Potter talking to Sirius.

“Did you know that for his eleventh birthday, Lily’s awful sister didn’t even cook a cake for Harry? He told me that his first present ever was my cloak, that he got it for Christmas at Hogwarts. It’s just awful Padfoot, I could make the best birthday party ever and it wouldn’t erase all shit he lived.”

So now, Draco found himself working on a present for the boy who lived.

It was one of his best works. In the drawing, Potter had one hand on his broom while the other was reaching out to get the snitch. His hair was all over the place, messy from the wind and there was a perfect smile on his face. The gryffindor red collided with the green of the pitch. Draco drew it all by heart. He didn’t even looked at a picture of the boy, didn’t asked the boy to smile so he could get it right. The blond boy just took a piece of his best parchment and his favorite set of pencils and drew.

He took the drawing and rolled it up, before tying it up with a green ribbon.

This is why he understood mother. His only goal for the day was making Potter happy, and it didn’t matter if Draco had coughing fits today because he would make the beautiful boy happy.

Draco casted a tempus. 9 A.M , great, right on time. He grabbed a plain white shirt and some dark blue pants and changed out of his pijamas. Then he fixed his hair putting a little potion on it to make it seem with more volume. It wasn’t much but it wasn’t as anyone would look, so...

The blond boy got downstairs as quietly as he could. Everyone was still sleep because it was a Saturday and the party wouldn’t start until lunch. Just a little bit and he would get to the kitchen.

“Disgrace! Shameful blood trait-“

“Shut it, old hag!” Draco hissed at the portait. “Go to sleep.” And he closed the curtains. He kept on walking to the kitchen, once he was there he called for Kreacher.

“Yes, mister Malfoy?”

“Today is Potter’s birthday, I was thinking that we could do a cake for breakfast.” Kreacher just nodded and started to walk away.

“Wait, no, what I meant was that I could cook it and you would supervise that I don’t set the kitchen on fire.”

The elf was looking at him as if he had lost his mind, and maybe he had but this was for a good thing. Insanity was justified.

Draco had to admit that it wasn’t so bad. Cooking was kind of like brewing potions but with things that smelled nice. He found it very soothing. And the best part was the decoration, because it felt like drawing. He had decided to cover the whole cake with chocolate and then he asked Kreacher to get him frostings of gryffindor colors to draw on it. Once it was done, he helped Kreacher set the table and waited for everyone.

When Potter entered the kitchen he opened his green eyes very wide. He had Mr. Potter’s arm around him and Sirius by his side who also looked surprised.

“Happy birthday, Potty. Smile at least, I got up early to cook the bloody cake.” The dark haired boy stared at him, he opened his mouth but no words came out.

“Little cousin, did you make all of this?” Sirius was smiling so brightly at him. He walked to where Draco was sitting and pulled him into a hug. They didn’t do this, affection was not their strong suit,but he tried for Sirius anyway and hugged him back.

“This is amazing, kid! The lion on the cake looks really good. Did it make your Slytherin hands bleed?” Draco laughed at that. He loved Mr. Potter sense of humor. Scarhead was still staring.

“Say something. You are giving me the creeps, Potter.”

The green eyed boy pushed some hair out of his face. Draco knew it was a thing he did when he was uncomfortable in a situation. So he didn’t like it. Great.

“ I don’t know what to say. This is too much..”

‘Too much’. Yes, his feeling were too much, he was aware of it. It wasn’t as if he was proposing, though. He just wanted Potter to have a happy birthday, a real one. The ones that start and end with a smile. He started to feel tickles on in his ribs. Shit.

“Okay, I’ll take a shower before everyone gets here. Eat the cake if you want, if not, I think Kreacher can still prepare you something.” He said and left the room before the coughing fit started. Draco felt the tickles all over. He could hear Potter’s voice calling him (he ignored it).

“Malfoy, you prat, i didn’t mea-“ And Draco closed his door a little too loudly.

———————

He could hear that Weasley and Granger had arrived. Draco found himself on his bed, looking at Potter’s present. He should burn it. If the cake was too much, a bloody handmade gift was worst. Because cake could be eaten and it wouldn’t exist anymore. This would be something that Potter got to keep and ,every time he would look at it, he would remember that Draco drew this.

He heard a knock on his door.

“Go away, I feel sick.”

Ron opened the door and entered the room.

“You don’t look sick. It’s Harry’s birthday, don’t be a prat.” Draco glared at him. He didn’t even ask Of course bloody Malfoy would be the selfish idiot who didn’t attend to the birthday party of the Chosen One

“Leave.”

“No.”

Stupid weasel with his stupid loyalty to stupid Potter. He looked at the ceiling waiting for him to be gone so he could cry in peace.

“There were a lot of versions when I asked what happened.” Draco kept avoiding his eyes. “From what I gather, you did a nice thing for Harry and he said the wrong thing.”

“It wasn’t the wrong thing.” He muttered. “I’m not deluded. I know we are not friends. It wasn’t my place. I just can’t go down there and be at the party after that, it’s too embarrassing, weasel. I’ll just stay here.”

Ron shook his head and got up to leave.

“The only thing that Harry asked for was for all of us to be there.”

And he closed the door leaving Draco feeling like shit.

—————————

He had changed his clothes again. With the dark blue shirt and the black pants, he looked more mature. Draco knew that joining was a bad idea. He was too emotional right now, which made it easier to get the coughing fits. The more coughing fits he got, the more chances of starting with the petals he had. Bad idea, indeed. He blamed Weasley, always asking him to be nice. He missed his Slytherins friends, they didn’t make him feel guilty for anything.

When Draco finally got to the gardens he smiled. Potter and his father were flying around and Sirius was taking pictures of them together on the air. They looked so happy together... It always made him feel peaceful. He was watching them when he heard Granger beside him.

“Ron said you would join eventually, I wasn’t so sure”

He shouldn’t hex her and go upstairs again. He shouldn’t hex her and go upstairs again. He shouldn’t hex her and go upstairs again. He took a deep breath. It not like he spend time with Granger for her to know that Draco was actually decent.

“ Well, I’m here.” He said and went looking for the weasel.

Everyone was talking and having tea. There were a few tables with food distributed around the garden, he found Ron sitting in the one that was next to the ‘quidditch pitch’. The redhead was talking to a Weasley he did not knew. ‘That must be Charlie’, he thought as he walked to where they were.

“Are you happy now, weasel?”

Both of them turned to look at where he was standing. Charlie was gorgeous. His freckles were all over his face but in a good way (which was weird because he didn’t particularly liked freckles), his eyes were intensely blue and his face was perfect, strong jawline and everything. Because of the nickname that Draco used, Charlie was glaring at him. Weasley, on the other hand, had a smug smile on his face.

“I am, ferret, thanks for asking.”

Draco huffed and sat with them.

“You are really emotionally manipulative for a Gryffindor. It’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, well, it got you here so I regret nothing”

He glared at him. Charlie was looking at both of them with an amused expression. Then, Weasley introduced them.

“Charlie, this is Draco Malfoy. He’s the one that helped us in the ministry.” If anyone asked, that was the only thing that he did that day. “And this is Charlie, I already told you about him.”

The blond boy tried to fight the blush that was appearing on his face. He offered his hand to greet Weasley’s brother, the redhead took it, shook it kindly and smiled at him.

“Thank you for what you did. Mum always says that the twins and me are a nightmare, but since this one started at Hogwarts” he said pointing at Ron. “ he’s been involved in more deathly situations than me in my entire life. And that’s saying something.”

Draco laughed at that, Weasley was right, he did like Charlie. He could tell he was kind and funny... and very attractive too, but that was just a bonus.

“Draco here is out and proud.”

Draco widened his eyes and turned to look at him. ’What the fuck are you doing, you stupid git ‘. Then he saw the surprised expression on Charlie’s face, before he smiled brightly at him.

“At hogwarts? That’s amazing! I wished I could had done that when I was at school...” Draco shook his head softly.

“I never actually made a big deal or shout it to everyone...” He shifted in his seat, trying to feel a little more comfortable. “But I don’t try to hide it either. There was only this one time in which my best friend asked me how I knew I didn’t like girls if I hadn’t even kissed one; I kind of ended up kissing her and it wasn’t pleasant at all.” Draco shrugged and made a dramatically disgusted face. “ And my parents weren’t thrilled about it but they always said that ,as long as I got married and had a heir, I could do with my privet life what I wanted.” The problem was that Draco didn’t have any interest in getting married unless it was for love. The pureblood duty be damned.

The redhead nodded at that and told him about how the first thing that Molly had asked about was ‘grandchildren’. Weasley seemed to be amused by how well they were getting along, occasionally making a comment or two in the conversation. He was laughing about something that Charlie said when Potter interrupted them.

“Malfoy, you came.” He looked surprised and the blond boy couldn’t decided if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Do you want me to leave or...” He heard Weasley groaned as he put his hands on his face. Potter shook his head quickly.

“No, I meant.. No.” He sighed. “Do you want to play with us? You could be seeker on Ginny’s team. Ron is on my team as keeper but Padfoot is-“

“No, thanks for asking me though. I do not feel in the mood for quidditch right now.” That was a lie. He missed playing, but because of what happened this morning, playing against Potter would be too much. They always ended up chasing each other and Draco didn’t want to start coughing in the middle of the match, it would ruin it for everyone. Potter raised an eyebrow as he was looking at him. He knew Draco was saying bullshit. “Maybe Ginevra could play seeker for her team.”

Potter frowned at him, he was clearly pissed of about his response. He turned to look at the redhead beside him.

“Charlie? Are you playing?” Great, so his plan was to leave Draco to bore himself to death to teach him a lesson. So predictable.

“ I think I’m going to stay here and chat with Draco some more, Harry.”

Weasley, who was looking at the scene in front of him, trying not to laugh, grabbed Potter by the shoulder and drag him away from the table. He could heard him saying to his best friend ‘Come on, mate. Let’s go.’ The green eyed boy turned to look at Draco before walking away.

He had a nice time at the end, chatted with Charlie for a while and then spent some time with Granger and professor Lupin ( call me Remus, Draco). When he realized, the party was over and didn’t have any coughing fits. He was so distracted by everything that there wasn’t a chance for him to get any.

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Draco was looking at Potter’s present again. It was almost midnight now. A few more minutes and it wouldn’t be a birthday present, just a regular drawing. He heard a soft knock on the door, and hided the drawing under his pillow.

“Come in.”

Potter entered the room and closed the door behind him. The boy muttered a soft ‘Hi’ and stood there, shifting his weight between his feet. He kept looking at the bed like he was debating with himself whether he should sat down or not. Draco rolled his eyes and made room for him to sat down beside him.

As he was sitting on the bed, Potter started talking.

“ Thanks for today.” Draco looked away.

“It’s nothing, Potter. I was feeling a little sick but Weasley told me to go to the garden when I could.” That... was a very distorted version of the conversation they had. Potter frown at that.

“I’m not stupid, Malfoy.” Yes, Draco was aware that Potter was not stupid. What was he supposed to answer him then? He didn’t even want to talk about it. “I don’t know what did I say at breakfast to make you this mad but don’t treat me as an idiot.” He sounded tired, like if he lacked the energy to fight about this.

“You didn’t say anything bad. It was me, Potter. I was out of line. I should’ve suggested to Sirius the cake so he could do it himself or whatever.” The dark haired boy was looking at him with a confused expression.

“Is that what you think? That I didn’t want the cake because it came from you or some rubbish?” Potter moved his hair away from his face and Draco could see his intense green eyes. He didn’t know what to answer him so he just looked away and shrugged.

“ When I said ‘It’s too much’ I didn’t mean it was too much because it’s you.” He sighed. “What I meant was that you didn’t have to. You got up early to do something that I really didn’t need because in just a few more hours I was going to celebrate my birthday.”

Draco opened his mouth to say something but he interrupted him.

“Just let me finish. I didn’t need that and you did it anyway and of course I liked it. I can’t believe this is even up for discussion.” Potter tone was so annoyed about everything. He could tell that the boy was trying to sound patient but he sounded exasperated. “The cake was brilliant, nobody ever did something like that for me before, so thank you.”

He started to feel the soft tickles. Potter smiled at him then and Draco felt like something about that day was fixed.

“I’m a little disappointed that we didn’t get to play against each other.” The green eyed boy said softly.

“Oh please, you played with Ginevra and got to flirt with her some more.” He was so pathetic. He just had to bring this up, didn’t he? Potter blushed horribly and looked away.

“I don’t flirt with her. She is Ron’s little sister and she’s with Dean.”

“Sure, Potter. Just in case, remember that your father knows how to woo a redhead.”

He was so blushed. Draco was enjoying this too much (strong tickles of jealousy a side). The blond boy chuckled a little.

“You are one to talk about flirting. I saw you talking to Charlie the entire party.” He couldn’t place what Potter’s tone meant.

“That was hardly flirting and he is too old for me. Remus would kill me.”

The dark haired boy nodded. Draco casted a tempus: 11.55 P.M. Fuck it, maybe if Potter liked the cake he would like the gift. He searched under his pillow for the parchment.

“Happy birthday, Potter.”

He just kept looking at the drawing, touched the way the lines were traced, with a look of confusion on his face.

“How?”

“Well, I did it myself. I thought it was clear.” Potter stared at him, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then, suddenly, Draco was being pulled into a hug. He froze.

“I love it, thank you.” He was still hugging him, which was both good and bad. It was good because Potter couldn’t see his horribly blushed face, it was bad because the tickles were crazy right now. He fighted the urge to cough, if he didn’t want people at school to know about the Hanahaki he needed to be able to control himself.

That night, Draco dreamed about The boy who lived. About being close to him and hugging him. How his hair moves while flying and how he always smelled as broom polish and treacle tarts. Mostly he dreamed about kissing the smile on his lips.

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #prongsfoot

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          HARRY POTTER & THE GOBLET OF FIRE ( movie )                S E N T E N C E    S T A R T E R S

✶  long post ahead ! ✶  change pronouns / punctuation as needed . ✶  some quotes were altered for better context . ✶  some quotes may have dark undertones . ✶  SS. COS. POA. OOTP. HBP. follow for the rest of the series to come !

ϟ  ❝ It will be done exactly as I said! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I will not disappoint you. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Step aside, so I can give our guest a proper greeting. ❞ ϟ  ❝ When did you get here? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Wake up! Wake up! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Honestly! Get dressed! And don't go back to sleep. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Where are we actually going? ❞ ϟ  ❝ We don't want to be late. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Get yourself into a good position. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Why are they all standing around that manky, old boot? ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Get out of the kitchen! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I love magic. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can. ❞ ϟ  ❝ He's more than an athlete! He's an artist. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I think you're in love. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Shut up. ❞ ϟ  ❝ When we're apart, my heart beats only for you. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on. ❞ ϟ  ❝ We've gotta get out of here. Now! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I've been looking for you for ages! ❞ ϟ  ❝ You've been discovered at the scene of the crime! ❞ ϟ  ❝ It's alright, I'll get it. Don't worry. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Anything sweet for you, dear? ❞ ϟ  ❝ This is horrible. ❞ ϟ  ❝ It's hurting again, isn't it? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Well, there's something you don't see every day. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You idiot! ❞ ϟ  ❝ My dear old friend, thanks for coming. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You don't know what you're doing! ❞ ϟ  ❝ End of the story, goodbye, the end. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You need to know what you're up against. You need to be prepared. ❞ ϟ  ❝ What are you laughing at? ❞ ϟ  ❝ How do we sort out the liars? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him?! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I want to show you something. ❞ ϟ  ❝ We're gonna be late! ❞ ϟ  ❝ That's why it's so brilliant! Because it's so pathetically dimwitted. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Bottoms up! ❞ ϟ  ❝ You want a piece of me?! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Fight! Fight! Fight! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Everything is a conspiracy theory! ❞ ϟ  ❝ You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Put an end to it. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You're being stupid. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I don't want eternal glory. I just want to be — ❞ ϟ  ❝ I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Does courage lie beneath those curls? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Who's feeling up to sharing? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Everyone loves a rebel. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Speaking of your parents, were they still alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned, that your attitude shows at best — a pathological need for attention, or at worst — a psychotic death wish? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Hey! My eyes aren't "glistening with the ghost of my past"!❞ ϟ  ❝ We need to talk. Face to face. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'm not ready for this. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You don't have a choice. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Someone's coming! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Keep your friend close. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Who are you talking to? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Maybe you're imagining things. Wouldn't be the first time. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Please don’t make me say it again. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I’m not an owl! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Pay attention! This is important. ❞ ϟ  ❝ What’s with the flower? ❞ ϟ  ❝ You’ve combed your hair! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I thought perhaps you had forgotten me... ❞ ϟ  ❝ What is it you wanted to show me? ❞ ϟ  ❝ It’s not like I try to blow things up. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You’re a right foul git, you know that? ❞ ϟ  ❝ I don’t give a DAMN what your father thinks! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Technically, it’s a ferret. ❞ ϟ  ❝ My father will hear about this! ❞ ϟ  ❝ It doesn’t end here. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. ❞ ϟ  ❝ What are your strengths? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Sorry, I’ll just go. ❞ ϟ  ❝ What the bloody hell was that? ❞ ϟ  ❝ This is going to be uncomfortable enough with you listening in. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Oh, you've caught on? Took you long enough. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Everyone was saying it behind your back. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Who could possibly figure that out? ❞ ϟ  ❝ That's completely mental. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I suppose I was a bit distraught. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I can't believe it! She's done it again! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'm not wearing that. It's ghastly. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I expect you to put your best foot forward. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Try saying that five times fast, huh? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Will you join me, please? ❞ ϟ  ❝ You're never going to let me forget this, are you? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Why do girls always have to travel in packs? And how are you supposed to get one of them alone to ask them? ❞ ϟ  ❝ If you can't get a date, who can? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Now I'm really depressed. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I won't be going alone, because believe it or not, someone's asked me! ... And I said yes! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Look, we've just gotta grit our teeth and do it. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I really am sorry. ❞ ϟ  ❝ What happened to you? ❞ ϟ  ❝ I couldn't help it. It just sort of slipped out. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'm not cut out for this. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Murder me. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You are very late. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I don't think it was the books that had him going to the library. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You're fraternizing with the enemy. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Are you going to ask me to dance or not? ❞ ϟ  ❝ He's using you! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I can take care of myself! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Next time, pluck up the courage to ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort! ❞ ϟ  ❝ That's completely off the point. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You spoiled everything! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'm scared for you. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'm sure you would have done the same for me. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I must be out of my mind. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'm definitely out of my mind. ❞ ϟ  ❝ No offense, but I really don't care about plants. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I just wanted to help. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You seem a little tense. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Are you alright? You must be freezing! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Personally, I think you behaved admirably. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Even when you go wrong, it turns out right. ❞ ϟ  ❝ To lose one's family... We're never whole again, are we? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Life goes on. ❞ ϟ  ❝ We're still a bunch of misfits. ❞ ϟ  ❝ What did you say to me?! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I believe this conversation is no longer private. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You are no son of mine. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Curiosity is not a sin. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Every time I get close to an answer, it slips away. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I think it's unwise of you to linger over these dreams. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Don't lie to me. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Believe me, I'm going to find out why. ❞ ϟ  ❝ You could just lose yourself along the way. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Get down! Get down! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Get off me! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I've been here before. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Here you stand before me, as if it were only yesterday. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'd almost forgotten you were here. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I can touch you now. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'm going to destroy you. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Don't you turn your back on me! ❞ ϟ  ❝ I want to see the light leave your eyes! ❞ ϟ  ❝ Have it your way. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go. ❞ ϟ  ❝ This is not where you want to be right now. ❞ ϟ  ❝ It's alright, I've got you. ❞ ϟ  ❝ It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams... one of my nightmares. ❞ ϟ  ❝ It was you from the beginning. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Now the deed is done. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'll show you mine if you show me yours. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I'll be welcomed back like a hero. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Personally, I've never had much time for heroes. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Today, we acknowledge a really terrible loss. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I think you have a right to know exactly how he died. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Our hearts beat as one. ❞ ϟ  ❝ I put you in terrible danger. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Soon, we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Remember this: you have friends here. You are not alone. ❞ ϟ  ❝ Everything's going to change now, isn't it? ❞ ϟ  ❝ Promise you'll write this summer. ❞

#harry potter rp meme #rp memes #inbox memes #ask memes #roleplay asks #roleplay memes #indie hp rp #✉ series : harry potter .

[writerpyre]

Addendum: Skyhook

So. I’ve been writing this tiny thing on and off since Skyhook came out oh four-and-a-half-years-ago where’s the damn time gone!?, and I finally managed to get it finished tonight. Amazing what an age without looking at this thing -- and randomly getting vibes while trawling through @lenle-g’s old fanart -- can do, but here; have a oneshot everybody.

 *An addendum to the end of Skyhook, because no bloody way did he not get saddled with anything remotely health-endangering. It made me quite indignant, but what can we do about animation budgets and not scaring small children?, but anyway. :) As usual, I only do this for the joy, not money. Many thanks as always to my beautiful beta (co-writer), LexietFive; who, without her encouragement and love, I wouldn’t still be doing this stuff. Love you L. xx

Enjoy. xx

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John is starting to feel rather unwell by the time he ushers Fischler and his recently-fired associates through the final airlock between Thunderbirds Three and Five, an hour after he'd locked the nosy creatures in the galley to stop them from ferreting out the secrets of International Rescue. His head is pounding, his skin aching, and his scalp to his toes and everything in between feel hot and heavy and painful. His limbs feel like they weigh several tons, even despite the lack of gravity, and his throat feels thick and tight; every inhalation feeling like a wholly unnecessary effort. His heartbeat slowing as the still-lingering adrenaline from the rather unorthodox rescue finally burns out, John lets out a weak sigh of relief as the airlock between finally seals shut behind his three unwelcome guests.

He loves 'Five, but he is heartily sick and tired of spinning around in that damned gravity ring. The ache is intensifying swiftly now the excitement is over. His brain feels like it has been scrambled from the pressure of being flattened against the panels, and has been since he managed to pick himself off the ground, and his right arm and shoulder are pure bruise from where he'd been slammed down in the process of reaching the cut-off switch. Seems to be a rather recurrent event as of late, he muses wearily. At least last time it was only 3Gs, Alan having managed to slow down the spin with Thunderbird Three before the still-malignant EOS turned him into a John Tracy pancake, but still, after that one he'd had a pressure headache and vision problems for three days. He wasn't pleased to be repeating the experience so soon.

Sucking in a painful, stuttered breath against his battered, bruised ribs, John gives himself a moment to regroup, promising himself that he'll do a systems' check shortly, just as soon as the station stops whirling around him. When that started exactly, he's not sure, but he thinks it must've had to do with the black-out he had in those moments before he forced himself upright to deal with the reverse thrusters. This is why he doesn't do gravity all that often, it always screws him up for the rest of the damn day!

"Thunderbird Three to Thunderbird Five, are you there, John?" And there goes that plan. His eyes flicker open and John grimaces as he forces his arm up to bring his comm. level with his face, wincing as his head and neck throb with the motion. That's gonna get irritating real fast...

"Thunderbird Five, reading you strength five, 'Three," He contemplates sitting up and addressing his siblings and their holograms properly, but his eyes and his entire body are turning swiftly into agony right now, so nope, stuff it. It's only Scott and Alan, having come up to fetch the high-ballooning mis-adventurers - crapped-up second engine and all. They won't care.

"Planning on turning us and the Space Invaders loose anytime in the future, Johnny? We're kinda stuck til you release your grip..." John blearily watches Scott's eyebrows rise up his forehead as his sibling takes him in, lolling on his back in midair, and he blinks painfully as a wave of nausea-induced dizziness rolls over him, his eyes shuttering to half-closed with no warning. Yup, definitely time for a nap before those checks...

"Make EOS do it..." John mumbles chokedly, forcing them back open, and his older brother just looks at him, with that ridiculous expression he gets when the Terrible Two are being morons and he can't believe they can be so childish. "I'm tired..." He isn't whining, he isn't, but some part of him says that he should probably be alarmed, especially when his head is aching so, but right now, John just doesn't have the energy to devote to it. He feels all sick and wobbly and... eurgh.

Something's wrong, he thinks as the pain suddenly spikes enormously, forcing him in on himself with a cry of pain, and Scott seems to have had the same lightbulb moment as John, because his brother is suddenly hollering rather inadequately for Alan, and it's all John can do to roll himself over in the air before he's throwing up the gorgeous, floating chunks of what only a few hours ago, there were two rather delicious breakfast bagels and his morning vacuum flask of coffee. John groans and clutches his stomach, his ears ringing as his body convulses, the undersides of his eyelids tinged red by pain.

Wonderful, motion sickness at the very least; bloody centrifugal and gravitational forces have gotten him, goddamnit, and so suddenly too, which means it's a bad bout, because he's not experienced that since he went through astronaut training, years ago. Apparently twenty-five Gs and more can do that to a guy. Yup, his rather muddled, normally-intelligent brain remembers that right now, at least. Yummy.

John retches again - because that thought is definitely not appropriate right now, when he's dirtying up the pristine, sanitised atmosphere of his beloved 'Bird - and he wonders absently where the hell EOS is, as, quite abruptly, the chilled hands of John's older brother are on his arms, pulling him into an upright position and away from the contents of his stomach. He flails blindly, because dear God, his head is killing him, but John tries to wriggle away regardless, because those damned idiots in Three's passenger bay are far more important than him dealing with a bit of nausea... Or not, as the case may be...

Deny it, and it’ll be all okay… Yep, sound advice, Tracy.

It doesn't seem like Scott has gotten that memo though, because he only grips John tighter and pulls his head back firmly but carefully, straightening the slighter man out, literally forcing him to gasp for air to regulate his breathing. That only makes it harder to bear the pain, rapidly growing stronger now, like the veil on the shock of what happened barely half an hour ago and the damage he has apparently inflicted upon himself has fallen away, leaving raw, naked agony in its wake.

"Easy, John, easy..." Scott mutters in his ear. "I know what you're thinking,  but none of them are hurt but for a bit of altitude-headache, and right now, you're coming down with us whether you like it or not. They can wait til we've got you settled in 'Three, and then you can come home and Brains can check you out; you're shaking like a maraca."

Coughing, his eyes streaming even as he grips his brother's arms blindly in dizziness, John glares up weakly at the fuzzy form of his eldest sibling. Scott knows his thoughts on that matter - he knows that John much prefers to spend his time up here unless he has to be elsewhere, and right now, John doesn't want to. He'll be fine once he gets an hour or so's nap, EOS - whenever the apparently-absent AI deigns to reappear - can mind the shop for anything desperate, but so help him, he isn't going to move from his 'Bird, thank you very much, Scott Tracy!

"There will be no arguments, John." Said AI, almost as if she's read Scott's mind, is suddenly right in John's burning face with her green-blinking camera lens, making him squint painfully at the light. "Your body temperature has risen and seems inclined to do so further, your pupils are dilated and unwavering at this time, and if my data on this subject is indeed correct, you are suffering from the condition called Non-Impact Concussion. There are indications of the presence of stress fractures in your subclavian, thoracic, pelvic and cervical regions, and thermal heat readings signify that there is an abnormal level of swelling radiating from the area surrounding the axillary nerves in your right shoulder. Medical treatment on this is strongly advised. Sensors compute that you also may have microscopic muscular, bone and tissue damage, particularly in your internal organs and within your skeletal system... This must be assessed. Scott Tracy,"

The AI that John shares 'Five with suddenly turns her 'face' to his brother, who seems to be containing John and his wobbly limbs now, rather than restraining, much to his puzzlement. John is stuck by an absurd flash of irritation that not only has his body and 'Bird turned against him today, but so has his supposed companion... Brilliant.

"... From what I can determine," The AI continues doggedly, the high whine in John's ears making him cringe, "This situation is not life-threatening to John currently, but according to my calculations of duration and pressure in relation to the fragility and subsequent mortality of the human form, it is suggested that he does not return to work until he is satisfactorily sound. This coming period will be very... What is the term? Unpleasant. It is recommended that he be closely supervised and examined to ensure that there will be no complications. For this, John needs to leave this station and seek appropriate treatment."

"You need some time to rest at the very least, so no arguing." Scott murmurs, his voice raspy and thick in John's left ear. "There are no ifs, buts or maybes about it. You've endured freaking twenty-five Gs of gravity in one hit, and I can tell you right now, you're not in good shape, Little Brother, even if your brain is too scrambled for you to realise that yourself."

And oh shit, Scott actually sounds concerned, God help him, John realises, closing his eyes painfully. That certainly means that something isn't connecting right for him right now, because though they might tease and mock Scott and call him 'Smother Hen' and all other assorted samples of you're-too-overbearing-for-your-own-good teasing, John and the others know that Scott doesn't outright order them around outside of a rescue unless something is actually very wrong.

And yes, somewhere in his shit-that-freaking-hurts brain, John knows the reality of all those things that EOS listed off. He learned the ramifications of that amount of gravity on the human body years ago - twenty-five Gs is nothing to sneeze at - but quite honestly, right now he's in so much pain that it's starting to engulf his rational, sensible mind, and he doesn't really want to uncurl himself from where he's hunched over his screaming ribs and cramping stomach. Lost in the burning waves of pain shooting through him now his body has stopped spinning, it's suddenly all he can do to not pass out properly. This is going to be interesting...

##

Without being aware of it, John realises that he has indeed blacked out, because when he's opened his eyes again, it's to find he's strapped firmly into one of 'Three's jump seats, with the hard ridge of a cervical brace digging into his chin, and the firm, almost painful pressure of the restraints holding him securely in it. Struggling to force his fluttering eyelids open properly - yeah, that should not be as hard as it is right now - John can feel the shuddering of the ship underneath him, and he can barely restrain himself from moaning as his entire body protests the whirligig sensation. Strangely enough, his head, while still feeling like it has the Mole digging through it, feels a little less raw and abused, but the rest of him still feels like an elephant sat on him. And his stomach is still rolling. Fantastic.

Somewhat winning the battle to focus his vision, John is aware that there is sound around him, the voices of what he assumes are his brothers as well as the life-support machinery and the piloting systems, but it's not until he lets out a sharp cough and a subsequent, burning gasp of oxygen, that he realises that Scott is almost right above him.

"Hey Starman," Scott's accompanying smile is strained and relieved at the same time, and John wants to wipe it all away - because his brother being relieved means that John has scared the pilot, and John doesn't like frightening his brothers, any of them... "Nice to have you back." Scott's hand comes up out of nowhere to press into John's dishevelled, sweaty hair, gently carding through it, and John feels more than a little confused and disconnected, because, he should be able to pinpoint what his limbs are doing, and holy effing crap does it actually hurt to breathe right now...

Oh, yeah right; no more microgravity... Blurry eyes, nausea and freaking, disorienting weight on top of him again... Cos returning to earth and all sucks even when he's healthy and hasn't been crushed by his own gravity ring... Why'd he do that again? What a stupid idea.

"Mmmm." John agrees with his brother belatedly, because again, the breathing thing, and good, sorta-numbing drugs apparently affect his ability to make coherent sounds. Not to mention the solid, thumping agony of his head, even despite the clear attempt at pain relief... "Di'nt, w'nna lea'e, Sco'..." He tries to frown - because why did they move him? - but his face scrunches in pain as the hot jagged edges of his shoulder and ribs decide to arc up, and his attempt at displeasure rapidly turns into a fiery ball of ouch.

Well, it was worth a try... He thinks miserably, trying not to let his stomach rebel again - a bad idea in hypergravity...

"Yeah, I thought so," Scott seems to commiserate with him, even if he can't understand him - jee, thanks Scoot, John loves being humoured when he knows he's incoherent - but then his brother brings up a bottle of water into his rather patchy line of sight, and John suddenly is so thirsty that all thoughts of annoyance are crowded out of him by the sheer, one-track gratitude he feels at that fuzzy realisation.

Reaching out clumsily for the receptacle, John can't help but feel irritated as Scott gently but firmly pushes his aching, painful arm back down and holds the bottle to his lips. Not a baby, Scott, he finds himself thinking somewhat irrationally, even as his mouth clamps to the bottle, his tired, burning, painful body mass literally demanding he drain it dry; he feels so dehydrated and parched.

John grimaces slightly as he forces himself not to gulp at the water, summoning the last bit of strength as he sips. By the stars, the water feels so good, he can almost swear he feels it soaking into his tissue. Feeling greedy, he forgets himself and tries to take an extra big swallow of the liquid, before grunting angrily as Scott suddenly pulls the bottle away.

"Nuh-uh, Johnny, no more yet, unless you want to be sick again?" His big brother's voice is low and full of compassion as John feels him sweep a hand over his forehead on the pretence of smoothing away that cowlick curl of red-gold hair that never stays gelled back for long, but exhausted and ill as he is, John isn't fooled, Scott is fever-checking. All four of his younger brothers know the signs, though it's been a very long time since he himself has been on the receiving end of Scott's worry.

Weakly, John attempts to pull away and wreaks his own undoing as the quick movement forces the mother of all headaches to rip through his skull. The pounding ringing, burning pain resonates behind his eyes, through his very brain it feels like, pushing down his nose and through his ears  with such intensity that he can't help but let out a strangled squawk as he forces his hands up in the air. He needs to know what seems to be sluggishly flowing on his face, surely he didn't drop water on himself?

"Oh, shit!"  Scott's voice sounds strangely far away and thickly muffled as John squints painfully through narrowed eyelids, trying so hard to bring the rocket's lounge into focus. He feels something soft and thick mopping at his tingling, sore eyes and covering his nose as his body convulses with the agony he's being forced to adapt to. "Close your eyes, John,"  Scott orders, a note of fear penetrating John's thoughts despite the fuzzy thickness of his ears.

John obeys, he's not stupid, he knows what's happened, that the sharp movement has caused the built up pressure in his head to vent outward, that he's probably perforated his eardrums, that the thin straw like liquid mixed with earwax is running from his ears, and that his nose is definitely gushing with blood, hence Scott's concern. In fact he'd hazard a guess that the sclera of his eyes are now pink and watery, possibly even bleeding out slightly from his ever-increasing blood pressure. As an astronaut, he is well-versed on the dangers and what to expect. So is Scott.

He gropes out suddenly, clasping Scott by the forearm. "H'w b'd is it?” He grunts.

“Blood pressure has skyrocketed dude,” Scott’s voice is tight with worry. “Your heart rate is way up and your respirations are shit. Deep breathing exercises now, you're not having an aneurysm just because you wanted to see what it felt like to try and separate your elements John, do it.”

“Was that a science joke, Scott?” John wheezes incredulously, because that wasn't bad at all. Not like usual. Huh. What's the world coming to?

John feels himself choke painfully with amusement, and immediately regrets it. Laughter is a spectacularly bad idea. He sucks in a breath, and well crap; that’s the end of him isn’t it?

Dizzy is an understatement, John thinks fuzzily.

Hello, darkness.

“Hey, hey! No you don’t,” What must be his brother’s hand snaps sharply at his cheek, and John startles; torn between anger and confusion as his eyes snap open to meet his older brother’s determined stare. “You are not passing out.” Scott orders, voice fully infused with Field Commander deliberation. “You can take an order; your WSA training says so, Starman.” His brother tells him, with a sudden, sly smirk. “Don’t blink out on me now; not after we’ve nearly got the blood stopped and all.”

John is still confused and dizzy, but his amusement returns at his brother’s quip, which gives him some optimism that this nasty little episode might stop soon. Once his body stops throwing a temper tantrum, at any rate. Urgh.

Scott’s brusque love tap seems to have cleared his head a little, however, and blinking a little, even as his brain seems determined to keep bashing itself against the inside of his skull, John’s attempts at deep breaths seem to be at least reassuring Scott. The fear in his face has disappeared, in any case. Phew.

John realises that the older man is still clamping a cloth from the medkit over his nose, careful to not obstruct his mouth, and he can still feel the unpleasant, gritty wetness of his ears leaking awfully down the sides of his neck and into his suit, but at least the nausea has lessened a little. Awareness of his own body comes flooding back with the return of cognizance, and John frowns as he realises both his hands are held in a one-hand vice grip in Scott’s left, and that there’s that hard ridge of the neck brace cutting into his chin again. Ew. The awful feelings retreat a little, to be replaced with an awful lot of oh-hell-no, when he realises exactly what the plan is next for him when they finally get back to Earth.

Honestly, he should’ve seen it coming, and it’s inevitable and needed, but it doesn’t mean he has to like it! He hates being carried out on stretchers. No-no-no no-no-no-no! Shit.

Scott seems to have read his mind, and has a sly, half-amused expression on his face, just barely concealing the undeniable look of sheer relief still lingering there. John knows that it’s because once again, he seems to have scraped himself out of yet another life-threatening situation by the mere skin of his teeth. Gordon has joked in the past that if John were an animal, he’d be a cat, by virtue of the fact that he seems to have an inordinate amount of lives to chew through, what with all his assorted mishaps. He has to get through the damn medical tests and examinations first though, and it isn’t fair, because it’s not like he does these things on purpose.  Not like the idiot younger three, and Scott, who didn’t get his nickname from Dad for no reason. The man fell out of a tree when he was a teenager; too busy trying to see the planes at the airfield, for crying out loud!

John’s eyes widen further as he realises that once they’re all reassured he really is actually okay after this jaunt (not that he feels that way right now, he’s going to be stuck in bed for at least a few days, especially with these ribs, he just knows it), his three younger brothers are never going to let him live the repeat of his out-of-control-hamster-wheel antics down. Not to mention his idiot of an older brother; don’t you dare to pretend otherwise, Scott Tracy!

Huffing out an indignant breath, as Scott suddenly breaks out into full-on-laughter at his epiphany -- still trapped in the dual vice-grip of his brother’s firm restraint and the pain of his battered body -- John can only make a face of resignation.

Jerks. He thinks. Jerks; the lot of them.

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[saccharii]

Todofam Month, Day Three: Therapy

Retail Therapy

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Shouto still didn’t know what to do with his days off. Months had passed since he moved into the dorms, and every weekend he still had that itch in the back of his head that he was doing something wrong, that his old man would be furious at him for slacking.

The bag of convenience store soba bounced against Shouto’s leg as he made his way back to UA. A cyclist passed him on the sidewalk, the second he’d seen this morning. Despite the fact the road led to the most prestigious hero academy in Japan, there weren’t many people out.

A car roared down the street and screeched to a stop next to Shouto. The frame of the car jerked forward and back from the momentum. Alarmed, he stepped away and raised his left arm slightly, fire tingling under his skin.

The window rolled down to reveal a tight lipped Fuyumi, staring straight ahead. Natsuo waved cheerily from the passenger seat. Tension melted out of Shouto and he lowered his hand.

“Get in,” she hissed, not sparing him a glance. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly the leather creaked.

“Wanna come shopping with us?” Natsuo said. “It’s on the old man.”

Shouto raised an eyebrow. “What did he do to piss you off?”

“Nothing,” Fuyumi gritted out through clenched teeth. Her nostrils flared.

“Must be a pretty big nothing.” Shouto looked to Natsuo, who shrugged.

“She won’t tell me either. Hop in. We’re going to buy the most expensive things we can think of,” he said with a grin. “Beside something like a private island or a house, of course,” he added after a second thought.

Shouto slid into the backseat and put his seatbelt on with a click. “You know that won’t bother him much. With how much money he has, he might not even notice.”

“It’s the thought that counts.” Fuyumi sharply turned into traffic. She slammed the horn. “Get out of the way you idiots!”

“I’ve never seen you this angry before.”

“It’s happened a few times,” Natsuo said.

Fuyumi swerved so quickly around a corner Shouto had to hold on to the grab handle to keep from falling over.

“Are you guys thirsty?” she asked with a vicious smirk. “I’m thirsty. Let’s go get some water.”

Fuyumi hummed and swished the bottled water around in her hand. “They’re right. It does taste different from tap water.”

“It tastes nasty.” Natsuo gagged, and held the green plastic bottle away from him by his forefinger and thumb. “It tastes like it’s from two thousand meters under the sea,” Shouto said drily. “We’re drinking fish poop.”

“Don’t be dramatic. They filter it.” Fuyumi took another drink. She grimaced. “It does leave something to be desired.”

Shouto eyed the large package of water bottles. “Did we really have to buy the hundred pack?”

“Yes.”

“What are we going to do with the rest of them? I’m not drinking any.” Natsuo tossed his bottle into a nearby garbage bin.

Fuyumi tapped her finger on her lips. “The grass in the park near the elementary school has been looking pretty brown.”

“Hey I know you,” the store clerk said. “You’re Endeavor’s son — from the Sports Festival.”

“Yes,” Shouto said blandly. “That’s me.”

The girl giggled. “That’s so cool.”

“And I’m Endeavor’s son not from the Sports Festival,” Natsuo said cheerfully.

“Oh, um. Okay?” She peered up at him like she was trying to tell if he was joking or not. “I didn’t know he had any other children.”

“Most people don’t,” Natsuo said, still smiling.

 “What’s the total?” Shouto asked.

“That’ll be, um.” She adjusted the cash register screen. “Three hundred thousand yen. Holy shit.”

The clerk fumbled with the bags. When Shouto took them, their fingers brushed and she turned bright red. “I’m a huge fan of your dad.” Her eyes went glassy and she gazed off into the distance. “He’s just so cool.”

Shouto suppressed a wince. At least it wasn’t a rant about how Endeavor was the greatest hero of all time. He wasn’t sure if he could endure that again.

“I’m paying.” Fuyumi handed over the credit card.

The clerk took it; she looked at Fuyumi’s eyes and hair, then at Shouto’s right side, her brows furrowed. With a shrug, she swiped the card through the reader, and glanced down at it. Her eyes bugged out.

“Todo- Todoroki En- Oh my god. This is Endeavor’s credit card. I’m holding Endeavor’s credit card,” she said numbly, swaying on her feet.

Fuyumi plucked the card from her fingers. The clerk didn’t seem to notice.

“Thank you,” Fuyumi said and tucked it back in her purse. “We have to get going now.”

Shouto and Natsuo hefted the (many) bags filled with various game consoles and video games and followed Fuyumi out the door.

“Are you sure this is okay? It’s really starting to add up.” Natsuo asked quietly as they stepped out into the sun. “What if the old man reports you for identity theft?”

Fuyumi smiled grimly. She popped open the trunk so that Shouto and Natsuo could put their bags in. “He won’t. I asked his permission to use his card for a few things. He won’t risk his precious reputation by reporting his children to the police.”

Natsuo and Shouto exchanged glances as Fuyumi slammed the trunk shut just a bit too hard.

“We drank fish poop water; now we’re drinking ferret poop coffee.”

“They’re civets, not ferrets. There’s a difference.”

“Thank you, Fuyumi-sensei.” Natsuo took a drink of his coffee and made a face. “Ugh. It tastes like crap.” He barked out a laugh. “Ha! I didn’t mean to do that.”

Shouto smelled his coffee then took a long drink. He ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth and pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I like it.”

“That’s because you have no taste. Have you ever drank coffee before?”

“No.”

“Heathen. Trust me. This-” Natsuo waved the coffee cup at him. “-is complete garbage.”

Shouto shrugged and took another drink. “The old man never let me have coffee. Said it would stunt my growth and other bullshit.”

“Ugh.”

“We need a yacht, right?”

“Absolutely. I don’t know why we didn’t have one before. How are we supposed to vacation without a yacht?”

Fuyumi signalled a marina employee. “Excuse me, sir? Can you show us your most expensive yachts?”

“A private jet is taking it too far, isn’t it?”

“Probably.”

“Really, thank you so much, Todoroki-san,” the executive director of the Mental Health and Suicide Prevention Foundation said in a thick voice. Her lip trembled. “This is a very generous donation.” 

Fuyumi smiled, and it was softer and more sincere than any Shouto had seen that day. “It’s no problem at all. No amount is too much for such an important cause.”

The director shook her head. “We don’t get as many donations as you’d think. Too many people think that suicidal people are weak or that mental illness is shameful and should be hidden away.”

Shouto shifted uncomfortably. It hit too close to home.

The woman’s assistant scurried back into the room. “I just got off the phone with the bank. They say she’s an authorized user.”

“Wonderful. I’m sorry for taking up your time, Todoroki-san. We have to check any time there is a large donation.”

“Oh no, not at all. After all, this is a very important cause to us, personally.”

The woman’s eyes widened, then softened. She nodded. “I see. We will put your donation to good use. Please give your father my thanks.”

Fuyumi smiled sharply. “Oh, I will.”

Shouto hoped he’d be there to see that reaction.

“No offense Todoroki, but I hope your dad pisses off your sister more often. I’ve never eaten so well in my life, and I probably never will again.” Uraraka sprawled over the dorm couch, and rested her hand on her stomach. “I shouldn’t have eaten so much, but it was sooo good.”

Shouto slurped salmon roe off of his spoon. Fuyumi knew him well enough by now to order it by the jar rather than buying maki.

Bakugou snatched a piece of fatty tuna before Midoriya could get it, and ate it while maintaining aggressive eye contact. 

Kaminari moaned from where he lay on the floor. “Oh god, I ate too much. It hurts. I can’t move. Why did I do this to myself? Kirishima, buddy, get me some more.”

“Sure thing. What do you want?”

“Squid.”

Kirishima dropped the squid sashimi on to Kaminari’s face and it landed on his top lip. He scrunched his face up a few times until he managed to get ahold of it with his teeth.

“You’re going to be so sick tomorrow,” Ashido said with a laugh, and stuffed her twentieth piece of nigiri in her mouth.

“This is very high quality, Todoroki-san,” Yaoyorozu said, daintily dipping a piece of nigiri in soy sauce. “And there is so much. It must have cost a lot, even for you.”

“That was the point.”

“Ah, yes... Well, I hope you and your siblings resolve your argument with your father.”

“I don’t.”

Yaoyorozu smiled awkwardly and went back to eating her food in silence.

“Do you feel better now?” Natsuo asked.

Fuyumi sighed. “I don’t know. It’s just...”

Shouto scooped up a spoonful of gelato. None of what he ate today was in compliance with the old man’s strict dietary plan for him. He ate another, bigger spoonful. Maybe he’d get seconds.

The air cooled as the sun set. For most, it would be too cold for iced treats. But not for Shouto and his siblings.

“It doesn’t fix anything,” she continued slowly, “but I do feel a little better, I guess. I’ve never been able to really stand up to Father. But no matter how petty or meaningless this was, I actually did something.”

“I understand that,” Natsuo said. “I just gave up caring about the shit that comes out of his mouth. I don’t have the energy for that.”

“I got to spend time with you two. That made me feel better.” She bumped her shoulder into Shouto’s and smiled at him.

The corners of his lips curled slightly as he stirred the melting desert in his cup. Shouto had never spent the entire day with his siblings before.

“Yeah, today was nice,” he said.

He hoped they could do it again.

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With a Weasley?

Movie: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Characters: Draco Malfoy x Ron Weasley's Twin!Reader Categories: __________________________________________________

Request: hi! I don’t know if you do requests like this but I’ll give it a shot. can I have a “Draco Malfoy x Ron Weasley’s Twin” it would be awesome if she was a Gryffindor and close to the trio! if not it’s fine! thanks so much!! love your writing! for: @jessicanicole212 __________________________________________________

Summary: Ron, your polar opposite twin, can't believe his ears after Draco Malfoy asks you to the Yule Ball. But to what cost?

Just because Ron is being a complete mess all the time, doesn't mean I was too. I get that with being twins, many people assume we have telepathic powers or could communicate with just our eyes. But we simply weren't Fred and George.

"Ronald! Pick your head up or your hair will soak with milk!" I taunt and slap his shoulder. I look forward at Hermione, who was rolling her eyes at Ron's lazy bones.

"You know, we may be related by blood but other than that you could be Hermione's sister." He groans and both Hermione and I send him a glare. Both of us knowing that he thinks we are both so annoying.

"Well, then I wouldn't have to stand you and your hair everywhere. Get a bloody cut." I grab my last piece of toast and stand up, Ron now trying to gulp down the rest of his breakfast.

"Wait for me!" I grin over my shoulder as he scrambles over to keep up with us. I bump shoulders with Harry and smirk as I see Cho Chang walking by. I don't completely like her but what can you do?

"She was totally checking you out, Potter." I wink and he stumbles over his own shoes, trying to find words and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"No- she didn't, but someone is definitely checking you out, (Y/N)."

"Who?" Ron pipes up and squeezes his head between mine and Harry's. I push him back by his forehead and roll my eyes.

"Malfoy." Hermione says and I frown at her, she nods over to the Slytherin table and I follow it with my eyes.

He is just looking. But soon he walks down a hallway with his serpent peers. The hallway we all go, to our first class of the day. Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"You're seeing things, Hermione, he would never look at her that-"

"Thanks Ron, such a great brother."

I take a seat next to Hermione and try not to look over but out of the corner of my eye I can cleary see Malfoy staring again. What was up with him today? I sigh and turn to my left side, facing him now.

"Do I have something on my face, Malfoy?" I get out harshly, folding my arms. He quickly looks away.

"How would I know if your face is covered with freckles or just the usual dirt, Weasley." I take a breath to get out a comment but our Professor interrupts, making me only glare at his smirk. I turn back around and Hermione gives me a small smile.

"He's not worth your attention." I nod at her and focus on the lesson, sighing at last.

But soon the lesson turns unbearable. Malfoy keeps obviously staring, which I start to ignore. But then they whisper and talk from my left. Distracting me. And as I look up to tell him to shut it, I see him focused on his work for once.

As I turn back around, a small bird lands right on my book. I glare at Malfoy, but he has his head deep in thoughts, writing down on his parchement. He must think this is funny. Next to him Blaise Zabini wiggles his eyebrows at me. I turn back to the paper, sighing and fold it open, frowning.

You, me, Yule Ball?

Underneath is a scribble of a questionmark, turning into a heart and back.

What?

I turn to look back at Malfoy and shake my head, my hair nearly falling out of my clip on the back of my head. He frowns but I don't spare him another glance. I look over at Hermione, her hand in front of her mouth, a grin plastered on her face as she tries to concentrate on the subject.

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"He what?"

"Ron, she is not a three headed dog, no wonder why Malfoy asked her." Hermione says and bumps my shoulder. I thank her and glare back at Ron. His face pulling into a grimace.

"But why? He hates our family."

"He hates you, Ron. Because you're a bloody idiot."

"Now you're defending him? Where will this end? Next thing we know you're snogging him in the bloody girl's bathroom!" I stop in my tracks and they all three turn to me. Ron still breathing hard and Hermione looking back and forth between us, not sure if there are sides to be picked.

"I rather go with Malfoy to the Yule Ball than listen to your comments for a second longer! And you know what? I will tell him now." I spin around, heading back to the library, where we last saw him. I nearly run over a couple of people, searching the dark room. He is still sitting with Blaise and Pansy. Crabe amd Goyle probably don't even know how to read.

I hesitate, slowing down my feet. Am I really doing this? He is annoying and so smug. How can someone be that arrogant.

"Malfoy!" I call out and get hushed. I take the last couple steps and feel all their eyes on me. Blaise smirks and Pansy just raises an eyebrow, folding her book and looks ready to strike if I do one wrong move.

"I'll go with you." My heart is thumping against my chest, hammering so loud, I'm scared they might hear.

"What?" He asks, seeming genuinely confused. Or just trying to embarress me even more. Pansy starts grinning and Blaise joins her, sharing a look.

"To the Ball. You asked me and I accept." I fiddle with my fingers and- why am I nervous again?

He suddenly smirks, looking over at his friends and back at me.

"I think you must misunderstood something. I would never go with you, Weasley. Now, why don't you leave us alone and hope someone will actually ask you. Maybe Neville is still available, or that mudblood Granger." They start snickering and I gulp down my pride, taking a couple steps backwards and quickly spinning around to run off.

Down the hallway, I can't make out the people walking up front, my vision blurry. I bump into two people. They turn around and immediately grin at me.

"Hey little sister-"

-where did you come from?"

"Fred, I think she doesn't want to talk about her new boyfriend." George whispers loudly over to Fred and winks at me.

I feel myself close to crying, holding back as strong as I can. But before I can ask them to stop, they keep going.

"Dancing, spinning-"

"-and don't forget a good night kiss!"

They both start giggling like little girls and hum a tune.

"Idiots!" I push them both apart and run up to the Gryffindor tower, not stopping when Ginny and Hermione call my name. In the bedroom I finally let tears roll down my cheeks, pulling my blanket further up my body. Someone knocks on the door softly.

"(Y/N)?" Hermione quietly opens the door, closing it and I try to stiffle my sobs, closing my eyes tightly.

"What happened? What did he do?" I don't answer and just cry. Her hand rubs my arm as she sits down on my bed.

"You can tell me, (Y/N). Do I need to hex him?"

"No." I get out, sobbing immeditaly after. I turn to look at her and sit up, letting her pull me into a hug.

"H- he said- he said he would ne- never go with someone like- like me." I sob onto her shoulder and she sighs, still rubbing my back. Ginny comes into view and her face is pulled into a frown, her hand reaching out to my shoulder.

"It's Malfoy, let's not bother about him anymore. Come, we'll get lunch and go outside."

I follow them after cleaning up my tears. In the common room I see Ron looking at me with pity in his eyes. I only send him a glare and Harry pulls him off.

We grab a couple things to eat and head out of the Great Hall. But obviously this seems to be the exact moment for him to enter.

As we make our way past them, he looks up and meets my eyes. But not with a smirk or grin. Not even a small smile. It's blank. I pick up my speed and only stop when I hear my name.

"(Y/N)! Hold up." I turn my face to look at him, not wanting him to see how much this actually affected me. He tells his friends to go ahead and walks over. He is looking for words and doesn't even spare me a glance.

"If you're not talking in the next ten seconds, then I would like to leave." He sighs and rubs the back of his neck, finally finding my eyes.

"It wasn't me, okay? Blaise thought it was funny. He never thought- I'm sorry." He sounds hesitant, this must be new territory for him. Apologizing? For his friends?

"Okay." I get out and want to keep walking with Ginny and Hermione, both looking like they saw a flying ferret.

"-he only did it- he only did it because he knew I wanted to ask you." He grows more quiet at the end, not looking at me anymore, digging his hands deeper into his robe pockets.

I frown, stepping closer to him and catch his eyes. I glare at his'.

"This joke is over, Malfoy. It's not funny anymore-"

"-I'm telling the truth!" He insists, growing irritated and glares right back.

"Then prove it." He raises an eyebrow, folding his arms and sends Hermione and Ginny a look.

"How?" And idea pops into my head.

"Be nice to my friends for a week and I say yes." He raises both eyebrows now, hands falling to his sides and he starts to shake his head. I knew he wouldn't.

"Then good luck, Malfoy." I turn around and roll my eyes at Hermione, her grin growing.

"Okay!" I stop and look at Malfoy, still standing where we left him.

"Okay?" I repeat, not sure if he got jinxed. He rolls his eyes and steps forward, holding out his hand. I eye it sceptically.

"Okay." I shake it and start smirking. "You will loose." I add and he shakes his head, growing a smirk as well.

"Oh believe me, I won't."

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Season 1, ep2, p3

The lights went off, the crowd cheered in anticipation. You inhaled and exhaled softly, before opening your (e/c) eyes that were focused and ready. The announcer came out into the middle of the arena. "Introducing the Fire Ferrets!" You waved as fans screamed. "Ahh! I love you, Bolin! Mako, you're so awesome! Marry me, (Y/N)!" You laughed softly, as the main announcer took over. "The rookie Ferrets came out of nowhere, and have made it further than anyone had expected this season. But tonight, they face the toughest test yet, folks." 

You smirk at your opponent, noting he was a fire bender. Time slowed down as you shoot your hand up, allowing the water to be pushed back, but he retaliated by sending fire towards your face. You ducked, and rolled under Mako's leg, and ran around Bolin's figure. "Oh, the two teams waste no time trying to blast each other out of Zone One." Mako jumped over your back, as you sent a water blast towards the firebender, knocking him back into Zone 2. 

"Migo is the first to have wet socks, curtsy of (Your fake name)! The Tigerdillos try to repay the favor but (Y/F/N) is too quick! Meanwhile, Mako showcases his trademark "Cool Under Fire" style." Bolin groaned as the opposing waterbender him back, but you knocked the earthbender off the edge in return. "Oh, and Tico is out and down for the count, quickly followed by Migo!" The opposing waterbender looked nervous, as the three of you smirked before Bolin sent a double whammy and knocked him out. "Ohh, and the Fire Ferrets win round 1 with no trouble at all!"

Round 2 was over before you knew it, and now were panting heavily, the Tigerdillos weren't happy and were fighting with anger clouding their vision, and pride. Mako took the lead and knocked down the other firebender into the drink. You did a back flip, having the water flick the opposing waterbender in the stomach, before Bolin knocked him back into the firerbender, and Mako used his finishing move with a fire blast that made both teens lose their balance and fall into the water below.

"It's a knock out! Such teamwork!" The Ferrets fans cheered loudly as the announcer told them that the Ferrets were going to the championships. The three of you walked to back to the platform that took you back to your side of the arena. Nagisa was cheering your "name" happily, while Kazan was jumping up and down, grinning excitedly. You laughed softly, as the two children ran around you, as you took your helmet off, and took a drink of water. Bolin came around the corner. 

"So what'd you think, Korra? Bolin's got some moves, huh?" He said, cockily. You chuckled, stepping behind a curtain to change into your Water Tribe clothes, leaving your hair in it's high ponytail. Noticing your arrows on your hands peeking out again, your tightened your gloves around your hands, so no slip ups happened. "What did I think? What did I think? That was amazing!" Korra cried, as Nagisa happily agreed. 

"You did a good job, (Your fake name). That was some good footwork." Mako gave you a half smile, and walked to his locker. Turning to the firebender, Korra tried to talk to him again. "You guys were incredible out there. Especially you, Mr Foot Work." Korra complemented. "Oh, you're still here?" Mako snapped. "Oh, you're still a jerk?" She grumbled. Rolling your eyes at their behavior, you put your radio in your ear, and waited for the person on the end to pick up. 

"Hello?" An irritated voice asked from the other side. "Hey, I-I need a favor." You sighed, sadly.

--Meanwhile--

"It's like there's a whole new way of bending here! Think you can teach me a couple moves?" She asked Bolin, as Nagisa jumped on Korra's back, and Kazan held Mako's hand. Surprised, the amber eyed male looked down at the younger, before shrugging and continued listening to the chattering benders in front of him. He sent a worried side glance towards you, you were hunched over, and were talking into a radio, looking concerned and sad, almost ancient. "Absolutely." Bolin said happily. 

 "Right now? Come on, Bolin." Mako sighed, a frown and irritation pulling at his face. "Just ignore him. Yeah, I could show you the basics. I'm just not sure how my earthbending would translate to your waterbending, but we'll figure it out." You got off the phone with an agitated look on your normally relaxed face, and gently took Nagisa off of Korra's back, and held her as you tuned into the conversation. "Won't be a problem. I'm actually an earthbender." Korra said, cockily. "I'm sorry, no, no, I didn't mean to assume. 'Cause I--You know, I was just figuring--with your Water Tribe getup that you are a Water Tribe gal." Bolin mumbled over his words, like the awkward dork he is. 

"Nope, you're right. I am a waterbender....and a firebender." She stated, as Mako froze and you sighed. Bolin was stuck trying to figure it out out. "Mm. Mm-hmm. I'm very confused right now." "You're the Avatar, and I'm an idiot." Mako hung his head, as Korra agreed. "Both are true." Korra replied, jumping when you gently dragged the two little ones with you. "(Your fake name), where are you going?" Korra asked, tentatively. "Nothing. What could I possibly know?" You snapped, slamming the door, and leading the children with you. "(Fake name)? Where are we going?" Nagisa asked, as you lead them down the stairs. 

Turning to the small children, you smile, knowing you owed them an explanation. "My name isn't (Fake name), I've just been using that name because I wanted to be a normal guy for a while. You're kids,  but you are smarter than you think. My real name is (Y//N), and I am sorry for what happened to your parents. I know you've been left alone and probably feel like no one cares about you, but that ends now. I'm going to tell you a huge secret, because as of today, you two are going to be taken care of." You sent a blinding smile at the children who looked back at you with hope in their eyes. 

--The next morning--

Korra growled, as she sleepily tried the gates again. Korra ran through the gates with aggression as Tenzin cried out, "Patience,Korra!" Korra growled as she starting burning up the exercise. You dropped your apple that you were sharing with Nevermore, in shock. Korra panted heavily as she realized what she did. "That was a 2,000 year old historical treasure." Tenzin started as you snapped,"What is wrong with you?" "There's nothing wrong with me! I've been practicing, just like you both taught me! But it isn't sinking in, okay? It hasn't clicked like you said you would.: She ranted. 

"Korra, this isn't something you can't force.If you would only listen to me and (Y/N)--" Tenzin started. "I have been! But you know what I think? Maybe the problem isn't me. Maybe the reason I haven't learn airbending yet, is because you're a terrible teacher!" Korra accused before stomping off. "Yeah, Daddy, you're a terrible teacher." Meelo giggled innocently.Sensing their father's hurt, the girls hugged Tenzin's waist. You pat your uncle's shoulder. 

"She didn't mean it, Uncle. You're a great teacher, but some of your methods are old school, and while some may respond to this style of teaching, some may not. Don't forget that her dominant element is water," You began leading him over to a pond, got into a waterbending position and began dancing with the waves, you following their movements. 

"Others may need more of a hard push that can end in gentle reassurance. Like Mother used to say, A flower cannot bloom without sunshine and rain. When I asked her about it, she said that it meant, with out balance, nothing will get done." You said, gently dropping the water of your mother's memorial Magnolia tree, sending a warm gentle breeze and listening to your cousins' awed gasps. Turning to your Uncle, you told him, "Follow her tonight and you'll see." You said with a mischievous glint in your eye.

--That night--

You left your hair down and put a beanie on, before heading underground into an abandoned tunnel, taking the way you normally do to get to the city undetected. But something was different in the air tonight. You closed your eyes, inhaled and exhaled softly, before whirling around, eyes ablaze with annoyance. 

"You know, it's not like I can't feel when someone's following me." You snap putting your hands on your hips, sensing a sheepish aura from the person, hiding behind the corner. The figure stepped out and you immediately tensed up in a fighting position.  "Well, something big must be going down if the big boss himself came to see little ol' me." You snark sarcastically as Amon stepped out from the shadows. 

"Ah, (Y/f/n), quick with the mouth as always I see." You could sense he was grinning under his mask, so you rolled your eyes. "Kiss my--" "Hey, now, use nice language." He chuckled, standing a few feet away from you. "You didn't know where I was going with that.....Ass!" You replied sassily. Amon remained silent, leaving the air with a thick tension, until you cleared your throat. "Okay, maybe you did." You replied weakly, before you gasped, feeling your left arm being pinned to your back, and right arm couldn't move at all. 

"You always were a little smart mouth. But tonight will be the first step to baiting the Avatar to fall into my plans....just like I did to your mother." He said, lowly. You growled, flicking ice shards into the man's arm, just as he used several chi-blocking pressure points. You cry out, as you felt pain crawling up to your forearm and down to your wrist. Falling to the ground, withering, you fell to the ground on your injured arm, and looked up at the masked man with foggy eyes. 

"What are you going to take my powers away? Go ahead, I'm not afraid of a loser, like you." You spat, feeling fear run through you as an electric rod was pressed into your ribs. While you yelped from the shock, Amon laughed. "No, I am not going to take away your bending. You've suffered enough and I have sent a message, thanks to you, ((Y/F/N). Until we meet again." Hitting the highest switch, you scream and black out, hoping someone will find you soon. 

--Meanwhile (3rd Person's POV)--

 Korra entered the Ferret's dressing room to see Mako and Bolin looking rather sullen. But you were nowhere to be found. "I didn't miss your match, did I?You guys look like you lost it already.  And where is (Y/F/N)?" She asked. "We don't know! He's usually here early! Earlier than us, and we live here! We may have already lost the match." Bolin said, sadly. "It's not like him." Mako mumbled as the referee popped his head in.  "You've got two minutes ready to play or your disqualified." 

Mako huffed. "Well, there goes our shot at the championship and the winnings." Curious, Korra couldn't help but ask, "What about one of the other players? Can't you ask one of them to fill in?" "No, the rules say you can only compete on one team." Bolin replied. "Well, then, what about me? I'm a top-notch waterbender if I do say so, myself." She said cockily. "But, you're the Avatar. Isn't that cheating?" The green eyed teen asked. 

"It's not cheating if I only use waterbending." Korra said confidently. "No way, I'd rather forfeit than look like a fool out there." Mako complained. "Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence." Korra rolled her eyes as the referee popped his head into the room. "Time's up! Are you in or out?" "We're in!" "Yes!" "Hey, I didn't agree to this!" Mako whined. "You can thank me later!" called Korra, as she put on your uniform. "This girl is crazy." The firebender muttered, as he put his helmet on. 

"Looks like the ferrets have ferret'd out a last minute waterbender replacement!" Immediately (Y/N) fans began booing and demanding to know where you were. "Let's see if she's another diamond in the rough, like the brothers from the School of Hard Knocks." The announcer called, giving the green light to prepare to play. "Don't do anything too aggressive or too fancy. In face, don't do anything." Mako grumbled. "Just tried not to get knocked off the ring." "You got it, Captain." Korra replied, sarcastically. 

"Players, are you ready?" The referee blew his whistle, and Korra sent the opposing waterbender off the rink with a powerful blast.  Korra cheered as Mako facepalmed and Bolin winced in sympathy. "Fire Ferrets waterbender, penalty. Move back one zone." Called the ref. "What? Why?" Demanded Korra. "You're only allowed to knock players off the back of the ring, not the sides." Mako explained as Korra  winced. 

"And we're back in action after that hiccup. But I'm not so sure this replacement player knows what she's doing." As soon as the words left the announcer's mouth, the ref called another foul for Korra. "Foul! Over the line, move back to Zone Three." "Korra grunted and muttered under her breath. The bell rung loudly as the Platypus Bears took Round One. The Bears know a green player when they see one. They're focusing on the brunt of their attacks on this poor girl." 

Korra couldn't take it anymore, and used fire and earth to block the incoming attacks. "Wait a minute! Did that waterbender just earthbend?" He ask as the room froze. The referee blew the whistle and called out, "Foul, I think. Did I see that right?" Korra laughed sheepishly as Mako growled under his breath. "Hold on folks, we're just waiting for the ref's official call, but I think the replacement waterbender could be--no way! She's the Avatar, folks! Playing in a pro-bending match! Can you believe that?"

"The Avatar will be permitted to continue, so long as she uses waterbending only." The Platypus bears grumble before attacking the Avatar with even more aggressively. "This girl may be the Avatar, but she's no pro-bender,and the Platypus-Bears are exploiting that weakness. Their giving her their best and her best just isn't good enough to stop it. And she's in the sink!" 

Korra grumbled as she pulled herself out of the water before looking up to see a very angry Airbender starring down at him. "Oh, hey, Tenzin. I thought you didn't like coming to these matches." She chuckled awkwardly. "Once again, you have flagrantly disobeyed my orders. You were to stay on the island. Let's go." Tenzin said, sternly. "No, I'm kind of in the middle of something." "I have tried my very best to get through to you by being gentle and patient, but clearly the only thing you respond to is force! So I am ordering you to come back to the temple right now." Tenzin yelled. "Why? So I can sit around and meditate about how bad I am at airbending?You know, I am beginning to think there's a reason I haven't been able to learn it. Maybe I don't even need it!"

"What? That is a ludicrous suggestion. The Avatar needs to learn airbending. It is not optional." Tenzin was at his limit. "No, this is what I need to learn. Modern styles of fighting." Korra protested. "Being the Avatar isn't all about fighting, Korra. When will you learn that?" Tenzin placed his hands on his hips as Korra began walking away. "I have a match to go finish." 

The next three minutes were some of the most annoying moments of Korra's life but your voice echoed in her head, reminding her to breathe, and suddenly she was a graceful swan, dodging fire and earth disks before moving forward with her attacks. "Well, how about that." Tenzin said, softly. The next thing the Platypus-Bears knew, they were all in the sink, and the Ferrets were finally in the championships. 

The Ferrets made their way into the room, the brothers allowing Korra to get changed first. Tenzin came into the room with a soft grin on his face. "It seems my nephew was right about this being a better teaching for you. You did good Korra. You moved just like an airbender." Korra grinned, knowing both sides were calmed down and have no hard feelings toward the others. 

"Speaking of my nephew, where is he?" Tenzin asked as they walked out the gym, as he promised the Ferrets a celebratory dinner, "He was the one who mentioned I should come down here tonight." Before anyone could reply, Lin Beifong landed in front of them with a worried expression on her usually stoic face. "Lin, what is the matter?" The older Airbending master hurried to his old friend's side, the teens looking at the Chief in concern. 

"It's (Y/N), he's in the hospital."

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Martin of Mossflower  Chapter 12

Word Count: ~2.4  read on ao3 Chapter Summary: Ferdy and Coggs are missing, and Mask infiltrates Kotir. 

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Unfortunately for the would-be questers, several of the elders sat near the fire, sipping warm cider and discussing theories and strategies, old times and new. Martin listened closely to the proposed methods of getting Mask into Kotir without arousing suspicion, but idea after idea was rejected as either too tenuous or dangerous. Finally, it was decided that Mask would slip into the ranks of a returning Kotir contingent, and if Tsarmina didn’t send one out within the next few days, that Skipper, Amber, and Vurg would provoke her with a sally upon the main gates.

Still, the later it grew, the fewer excuses Martin and Gonff could offer to linger in the grand hall, and they retired to the dormitories, thwarted. Sometime tomorrow, the hall would surely be deserted, and they could tackle the crest then.

Breakfast came first, and with it a fretful Goody Stickle. Usually adept in combating her children’s messier impulses, Spike and Posy managed to mix cream, cider, and hotroot into their porridge before Spike upset his and she caught them at it.

Gonff and Martin grabbed two towels and helped her mop it up. “Thank ye, dears,” she said, tutting at Spike and Posy. “You two scamps, though, what were ye thinkin’, hotroot in porridge?”

“Mr. Skipper does it!” Posy protested.

“Mr. Mask, too!”

“Aye, and they’re both otters,” Gonff said, and flicked the towel so that it snapped at them. They giggled. “And otters eat so hot because they get so cold, spendin’ all their time in the water. You two ain’t otters, and you’ll just set your mouths on fire for nothin’.”

Goody nodded sagely, glancing around her as she did so. “Listen to your brother, you two.”

“I haven’t seen Ferdy and Coggs this morning,” Martin said, finally putting a guess to the source of her distraction.

“Nay, neither ‘ave I,” Goody admitted, and huffed a sigh, looking from one to the other. “They ain’t slept in their beds last night.” Her paws worried at her apron. Posy and Spike took bites of the remains of the doctored porridge and both went for the water jug, eyes streaming. “Asides from that, there’s two oatfarls, a good wedge o’ cheese and some of my best blackcurrant cordial missin’ from the larder.”

Gonff grinned. “That’s a full breakfast an’ no mistake. I’m sure they’re curled up asleep in some corner, Goody-Mum. They’ll wake up with stomach aches.”

“They’ll go bang one of these days,” Martin said with a laugh. “Maybe they’re off playing soldiers. We’ll help you look. Have you let Bella and my mum know? They can help organize a search party, if it gets to that.”

“Don’t go a-botherin’ your old ‘ead, m’dear,” Ben said, pouring two good sized bowls of milk for Spike and Posy, who were still trying to recover from their first taste of hotroot. “Those two are like good button mushrooms, they always turn up at a good meal,” he finished, chuckling.

Gonff slung an arm around Martin’s shoulders, saluting with his free paw. “We’ll start looking around outside. They’ll turn up before too long, don’t worry.”

Goody nodded along with him, though her clear worry didn’t abate. “I hope you two are right,” she said, paws knotting and unknotting her apron strings until they got stuck. “Oh, Ben, get up and go ‘elp, won’t you? I won’t be happy until I see their mucky little snouts again.” Untangling her paws, she went off to ask Bella for help.

Soon, dozens of creatures were abroad in Mossflower, all searching for the pair of wayward hedgehogs. Squirrels swung through the canopy, eyes on the ground below them, otters combed the stream banks, moles trundled through last autumn’s loam. Rowanoak and Bella remained behind in case Ferdy and Coggs made their way back to Brockhall, while Chibb and Ballaw (hares being natural runners) worked to keep each search party abreast of developments.

Fates and fortunes willing, they’d find the pair none the worse for wear.

As it turned out, Kotir soldiers had found Ferdy and Coggs first.

Startled awake in the early morning when Cludd’s patrol collapsed their tent, the brothers were trussed to a spear and slung between two soldiers before they were even awake enough to tell up from down. Terror gagged their mouths and stilled their limbs as effectively as the ropes they’d been bound in.

The next few hours were the most harrowing in their young lives. Upside down and slung from spears, the two brothers endured the march to Kotir, knowing they were in more trouble than they’d ever been in before—indeed, more than they could imagine. Questions and fearful surmises whirled through both young heads.

Ferdy wondered if his parents knew they were missing yet. Surely they did. Surely they’d send search parties. Coggs was more concerned with whether the Corim would organize a rescue, and trying not to imagine how upset Mum and Dad were. If they were crying, or if they were out in the woods, looking too.

By the time they were hauled into Tsarmina’s personal chambers, each had come to the decision to show no fear, so that the other wouldn’t be afraid. They lay huddled together on the floor, pain shooting through their bound paws. Above them, the wildcat sat in her carved wooden chair, and watched imperiously as Ashleg cut the ropes and the filthy gags. They didn’t move or even whimper as the circulation was restored to swollen limbs.

Cludd used his spearpoint to prod Ferdy, who squirmed away from it. “Huh, they look fit enough, m’lady. What ‘ave you got to say for yerselves, eh?”

Coggs rolled over so he was snout-to-snout with his brother, and said, “Don’t breathe a word, matey. We’ll be brave like Martin and Gonff. Brave and silent.”

Fortunata kicked out at the prisoners and immediately regretted it, having forgotten about a hedgehog’s spines. Young as they were, Ferdy and Cogg’s both were hard and sharp, and she cursed as she nursed her footpaw. “Benighted, blasted—ooh, that hurt—”

Cludd stamped the butt of his spear against the floor, ignoring the vixen. “Silence, prisoners! Don’t you know you’re in the presence of Tsarmina, Queen of the Thousand Eyes?”

Heartened by Fortunata’s painful mistake, Ferdy curled his lip in defiance and spoke out boldly. “She’s no queen of ours! We’re woodlanders!”

The rest of the “interrogation” went about as well. Tsarmina tried to use their exhaustion and hunger against them, bribing the pair with food and rest, but made no progress. She was left with two sleeping baby hedgehogs on the floor, a ruined apple she’d embedded her claws in (in lieu of embedding them in said baby hedgehogs and losing a source of information), and absolutely nothing to show for it.

“I don’t see why you don’t just string them up and let them have a taste of your claws, m’lady,” Cludd said, prodding them again with the butt of his spear. “That’d soon get them to talk.”

“You would think that, idiot,” Tsarmina hissed at him. “They’re woodlanders, yes, but they’re only babes. They’d die too quickly for torture to be effective.” She glared hatefully at the pair, arms around each other and snoring softly. “Still, there are two of them. I may try that if things don’t change soon… Hmph. Later. Take them away. We’ll leave them in the cells for the day and see if they’re not a bit more talkative tonight,” she ordered, flicking her paw in dismissal. “Now go—I need to think.”

The sun was approaching its zenith when the woodlanders regrouped in Brockhall. Grim-faced, Gonff tossed a blanket and an empty cordial jar upon the center table. “We found that in a clearing ‘bout halfway ‘tween here and Kotir. Tracks all over the place, and it stank of weasel and ferret. Big party, I’d say.”

“Is there any other news?” Bella asked, though she didn’t sound very hopeful.

“I sent Chibb to Kotir,” Sayna said quietly. “I’d hoped I was worrying for nothing, but he heard Tsarmina interrogating Ferdy and Coggs. They’re unharmed for the moment, but they’re certainly captured.”

Murmurs of consternation rippled through the gathered creatures. “Mates, it doesn’t bear thinkin’ about, those two pore little ‘uns in the vermins’ brig!” Skipper burst out, slamming his paw into the mantel.

Columbine slipped her paw into Gonff’s. “What’ll we tell Ben and Goody?” she asked.

Gonff squeezed her paw in reassurance. “Tell ‘em we’ll rescue them straightaway! That’s what we’ll tell ‘em!” he declared, loudly enough for everyone to hear.

There was a roar of approval.

Bella had to shout to be heard, and a badger’s shout is very hard to ignore. “Please, Gonff! Be sensible!” Eventually, the hall settled again. “Yes, the Corim will mount a rescue operation,” she said, glancing at the other leaders and receiving nods of agreement. “But we must plan carefully so that more prisoners aren’t taken, and more lives lost. We must not run off and do anything reckless in the meantime.” She glanced at Martin.

“I haven’t done anything!” he protested.

“Yet.” Quiet laughter greeted Vurg’s dry comment, and even Bella was smiling in spite of the serious nature of the meeting. He continued on, looking at Bella. “All well and good to say we’ll rescue Ferdy’n’Coggs, an’ I’m all for it. But don’t forget, we need to get this spy business started, too.”

“Mask, brother?” Skipper asked.

Mask saluted with an almost lazy wave of the paw. “I’ve got one or two thoughts, Skip. I’m planning to slip in tonight—no, won’t say how, it’s safer that way for all of you. I’ll see which way the wind blows and figure out a way to get word back t’you through Chibb.”

Sayna nodded. “Having a contact on the inside would certainly help with any future escape attempt.”

“Then it’s settled,” Bella said, putting a paw down on the table firmly. “Mask will infiltrate tonight, and we can hope for some word—when?”

“Tomorrow night at the latest,” Mask promised. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I ought to get ready.”

“Mask, sah,” Ballaw said, hurrying after him. “Not to tell you how to do th’ job, but the Players and I… Well, we’ve come up with a little somethin’.”

Mask shrugged, and gave the hare a quick grin. “Why not? I’ll take a listen.”

They walked out of the room with heads bent, talking to each other. Bella looked at Rowanoak and raised both eyebrows, demanding an explanation.

She just smiled. “Don’t worry, Bella,” she said, looking rather pleased. “It’s a good idea and won’t impede Mask’s mission at all. Just a little extra, to keep the cat on her toes.”

Amber grinned. “Well, I can’t object to that.”

Bella shook her head. “Neither can I, as long as no one gets hurt from it.” She rose and began to shuffle to the door. “Sayna, come with me. We’ll have to break the news to Goody and Ben eventually, and it’ll be easier on them if it’s us.”

Of all the assignments given in the army, guard duty was the worst. Stuck on a wall all night, nothing to look forward to, staring out into the trees, and doing nothing but waiting for somebeast else to come up and take your place… If you were paired with a mate, it wasn’t so bad, sure, but if not, then it was practically the road to Hellgates.

Skinnose and Mangeface were not mates. They’d also been given a double shift by Cludd for starting a fight in the mess, and so were stuck on the wall top over the main gate, together, for the entire night. The only thing weasel and ferret shared was the righteous indignation of the unjust punishment though, typically, this did exactly nothing to reconcile them.

“Huh, it’s probably gonna rain,” Skinnose muttered under his breath, shifting from one foot to the other. “Cold, an’ wet, an’ hungry—if you hadn’t started that fight, we’d both be inside and warm right now.”

“I started it?” Mangeface growled, taking his eyes away from the treeline to glare at him. “Don’t talk stupid, yore the one who kicked me leg. I was just defendin’ meself.”

“Me? Talk stupid? You tripped me!”

“I never—”

Glaring at each other, paws clenched around their spears and ready for all the world to thwack the other with them, Skinnose and Mangeface were only distracted by a call from below.

“Oi! Lunk ‘eads! Open the gate!”

Startled, both peered down over the wall top. While they’d been bickering, neither had noticed a figure leaving the underbrush. It looked like one of their lot, though his armor was scratched and dirty and in general he looked as if he’d been dragged through a thorn bush backwards.

“Whaddya want?” Skinnose called down.

“What d’I want?” he demanded, waving both arms irritably. “I want to get by the fire and warm up, idiot, and get some decent food in me for starters! Whaddya think I want, a gilded invitation?!”

“You heard ‘im,” Mangeface said, prodding Skinnose with the butt of his spear. “Go down and open the gate.”

“Why do I have to? You go down, I’m not movin’—”

The weasel below danced in place in frustration. “I’ve been sneakin’ about that maze of trees since last night, an’ if one o’ you doesn’t get that gate open right now, I’ll tell the queen you were sleepin’ at your posts when I came back!”

That got them both moving, and within a moments the small door next to the main gate was creaking open, the battered weasel limping inside, muttering under his breath as he went.

“Thorns an’ roots an’ that blasted eagle t’boot—I tell ye, mates, if I could pack it in an’ get out o’ here, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Not worth it, ’s just not worth it.”

“Huh, got that right,” Skinnose whined. “An’ us rank takin’ the blame when the captain does somethin’ stupid? ’S not fair!”

“All of Cludd’s lot got a half extra ration for dinner,” Mangefur grumbled. “Just for bringin’ in two spinebrats.”

“Cludd actually did somethin’ right?” the weasel scoffed. “Makes me wish I’d managed t’stick with his patrol, instead of slidin’ down a stinkin’ ditch.” He rubbed his narrow stomach. “Thanks, y’two.” He shuffled off towards the main door as the pair of guards returned to their post on top of the wall.

Boredom broken by occasional bickering settled back in before much long, and Skinnose and Mangeface soon forgot the minor diversion. It never occurred to them that they’d never seen the weasel they’d just let into the fortress—or that the weasel might not be a weasel at all.

Mask had made his first move into Kotir.

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Tortured Soul: A Harry Potter Fanfiction. My Reaction After 2 Years.

This post will be full of spoilers for my fanfiction. So here’s a link if you want to read it.

Tortured Soul

Masterlist

Each Paragraph is a about a single chapter.

I couldn't spell Lucius for the life of me. Rip into him Athens. This was probably one of the first Fanfic I was truly proud of. The twins are quite protective of her. I started it out in the second year because I felt like starting out in the first year is kind of pointless to her story.

At least they took it super well. Yes, call Lockhart out on lies. Don't you dare memory charm her.

When the Gryffindors have an attack Slytherin. Draco has been punched by his cousin. Athens is in shock over the Chamber of Secrets. The Golden Trio just found out who her father is. She just told them what was in the Chamber. She just figured out she's a parseltounge.

Hogwarts knows she's a parseltounge now. People are saying she's Voldy Moldy's daughter. And I made an oops. I had him say his name not "he-who-must-not-be-named". Ope she used Draco's full name. He's the one who told the school, that little shit. Fred just got called out for having a crush on Athens.

Athens is big depresso because since secret got out everyone has been treating her like shit, except Fred and George. Athens has been petrified. The spelling mistakes tho.

The Balisk is dead is the cure has been brewed. Okay, Dumbledore, straight to the point then. She's got scars tho and Dumbledore's worried? Why did I write that? He put Harry in abusive home and didn't even try to get him out. Her mother wants to see her.

She is officially in our third year. If I was rewriting it I probably would have separated each year by acts just to make it more organized. When Dumbledore trust Athens. Yeah that is funny a little more daughter getting along with the son of the people he killed. The twins just found out about the cruciatus curse and they're pissed. So in this chapter Fred finally asked Athens out on a date and she accepts but fun fact, this story was supposed to actually have the love interest speed Draco but then I realized that was incest and I was like oh it'll just be one of the Weasley twins, it'll be fine. Because I was more worried about the storyline and then I was the love interest.

Did I give Athens an evil twin sister? yes I did. It's spices things up. I forgot I made her have a death wish. Athens calling her cousin out on his bullshit.

Lucius lying out his ass. Her twin is alive. Samara really is an evil twin. She has the makings of a serial killer. I still hate Snape. Especially when it comes to Neville. He parents were tourtured by Bellatrix Lestrange, Athens' mother, and his boggart is his potions teacher. Athens boggart is her sister. Remus is worried af. She has proof  of Sirius's innocence. Draco is so protective of her. She had a nightmare amd woke up bloody.

How would it have even had been possible for Samara to cast to killing curse on her when she was nine? Samara got in jer head and attacked her. Like Dumbledore would actually care lmao. Bellatrix still wants to see her daughter. She's going to do it. First date with Fred.

Lucius's supervising the conversation. It's one of those join or I kill everyone you love situations. Dumbledore wants to her to become a double agent. The twins don't like the idea of it at all. Fred and Athens are dating now. Horcruxes.

She got rid of the diadem, with quite a bit of ease, surprisingly. She has a 10/10 relationship with the twins.  She knows Remus is a werewolf.

She just met Sirius and he asked her to tell the truth about him to Harry. Harry can be an idiot sometimes. Athens received a summons by the ministry.

We are starting out with emotion warning. Ron just found out Scabbers is Pettigrew. I feel bad for the boy. Snape said something he probably shouldn't have... Fred took her wand. I love Athens' respond to, "You are a disappointment to your father." "Good, I love to disappoint him." I love that. Samara just killed her sister, through her mind. Dumbledore's speech about her death though. Not Draco rallying everyone against Voldemort because Athens is dead.

So, Death in this story is kinda an OC that is also in another one of my stories, Avenging Riverdale, I had an odd idea to try and connect my stories through this singular entity. Lucius Malfoy didn't even show up to the funeral. She's a tiger. That didn't age well in the Carol Baskin era. Everyone is shook. She had a nightmare about what fully happened when she died.

Her secret is out. Sirius you did know. That I'm not Sirius I'm Athens lmao.

That nightmare, damn. And another one. Fred ad George are there after Sirius contacted them. She had another nightmare.

Why did I put so much on Athens's plate? Another nightmare. She had a meeting with her mother.

Quidditch World Cup. The first have is basically fluff. Until she gets kidnapped. Molly is turning against her.

Hi Samara. Athens has been gone a week. She escaped. There are a few things jn this chapter if I were to rewrite it.

The two other schools show up. Mad eye (Barty Crouch Jr) is about to get an ass whooping by Athens. Tbh I would pay for that.

Dobby has a glock. Dobby is Thugg. (I'm sorry. I had to Dobby appeared.) She told them because she had to. I forgot I made Samara the Champion for Beauxbatons amd for Hogwarts best make it 3 with Cedric, Harry and Athens. Athens is seeing red, thank Merlin for Harry tho. I italicize and bolded calmly. Another nightmare. I hate Rita Skeeter with a burning passion. She walked out of the interview because all she wanted to talk about was her family.

Samara admitted Athens is more powerful and Voldy Moldy wants Athens by his side more then Samara because she happens to be more powerful than him too. Samara just said that she's not going to make it out of school year alive. Draco made badges. She just found out dragons was the first task. why is she just so chill about the fact that a teacher just turned her cousin into the ferret. When Dumbledore uses you as a confidential informant. He wants her graduate early because he wants her to take the lead finding the horcruxes.

CHARLIE. Athens questioning if this is torture and the dragons. Athens turned the dragon to a bird. She partied all night with the Slytherins. Now she's hungover. Pansy making fun of Athens for being a lightweight.

Athens asking Harry not to tell Sirius about her getting drunk. Fred and Athens going to the Yule Ball together. Another nightmare. Athens giving Draco a task.

We love a prank. Wait, I don't remember who asked Samara to the Yule Ball. Athens Bertha Riddle. Samara Dean Riddle. They had an argument in front of everyone. The whole great Hall. Crabbe was the one to ask Samara to the dance. Fred is missing. Champions meeting without Samara.

She told Cedric about the nightmare. He didn't believe her and now he's dead. Voldemort is back. Letters from Athens.

Samara is dead. Dobby to the rescue. Everyone is asking about the letters.

The proper good-bye. She went to the Dumbledore's Army meeting. Yes, verbally kill Umbitch.

Christmas. Warning Sirius about his death. Bellatrix called Samara's death collateral damage. Athens is so salty. She died again, saving Sirius. Bellatrix is laughing.

Athens really just came back from the dead and was like I got to get out of here. Damn right your loyalties lie with your friends. Dumbledore deciding to bring Harry on the hunt for horcruxes. Dumbledore has accepted his death. I made an oops. So one of the Athens nightmares was Dumbledore's death and it included her sister so I kind of copied and pasted the scene for getting that her sister was in there so you have a little Cameo from her sister in there.

They are looking for the locket. It's her birthday. She received a warning from Draco.

So Samara's there? That does get annoying. Something bad happens and people immediately look at you, getting ready to point the finger. Ah yes the tiny scar. The Ministry has fallen.

Harry and Ron really under estimate Athens and Hermione sometimes. The fight at the Café. They ended up at the house where the ring was destroyed.

Athens is getting pissed at Ron. Athens just punched him in the nose. Now she plans to drink 100 year old Fire Whiskey. Another nightmare. Athens is having enough of their petty bullshit. Fred was going to propose at the wedding.

Ron is leaving. Godric's Hollow. Creepy old lady Ms. Bagshot.

Her biggest fear is her father killing Fred. Ron's back and has the sword of Godric Gryffindor. To the Lovegood house. Athens defending Luna. The Tale of The Three Brothers. Athens proving Hermione wrong and that the Deathly Hallows exist.

Murderous Athens though. Samara isn't alive. They had someone drink a polyjuice potion to freak Athens out. Athens insulting the snatchers is hilarious. Malfoy Manor. Athens being kind of worried about Draco. Athens lying about finding the sword just so Hermione doesn't get tortured. She just died from being tortured by her mother. Death is a sassy bitch. Only death she didn't see coming, Dobby's.

Fred and George are at the beach house. Athens is grieving. Athens is now Fred's fiance. Athens is right you never make a deal with the goblin. She is dreading dressing like her mother so much. When Athens inherited her mother's hair. She's scaring Ron with how good she is acting like her mother.

The thief's downfall, luckily Athens looks so much like her mother. She just scared herself. Sometimes I forget she can technically talk to dragons like she did for her first task. That Doctor who reference though. They got out safely but Voldemort knows that they broke into the bank. They are going to finish this tonight. Dumbledore's brother, Abuerfourth. Athens and Hermione are going to kill the Carrows.

Draco has been helpful. Snape knows that they're there Athens and Harry were spotted in hogsmeade. "Am I late?" I love Athens. Draco standing up for his cousin. It's time to go fight the last battle in the second wizard war.

"Fred said be careful. This is not being careful" she just killed herself to talk to death. Fred just died. She really just called her father the biggest idiot she ever met. When death raises Fred from the dead. "That is fiance thank you very much." Voldemort is dead. Athens won the duel.

When Fred, George and Draco become close because of you. The wedding. I love them so much. Athens is pregnant? Athens is pregnant. It was female twins.

Overall, it was good. One of my better books. But I should've put a trigger warning. So 7/10.

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