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an-aura-about-you · 2 years

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My Fanfiction and Other Writings!

I've been thinking about making a pinned post of all my stuff over on AO3 as well as any further writing I do on here, so here we go. I've also linked my Fanfiction.Net account for the truly curious as well as catalogued my fanfiction on tumblr itself. Enjoy!

Me on AO3!

My Works on AO3:

A Miscalculation - Futurama The first meeting between Fry, Leela, and Bender. Only things have gone a little backwards. Now has fanart!

Both Sides Are Me - Lunar 2 Unable to bear being a passenger in her own body with no way to stop herself, Mauri writes a letter asking Ronfar to end her suffering.

Kindness By Proxy - The Magnus Archives A look at the unexpected emotional toll that came with Martin going to speak with a bunch of women named Angela.

Thoughts Crashing Into You - The Magnus Archives Jon has trouble containing his feelings for Martin. Literally.

Pins and Needles Heart - The Magnus Archives Martin is intellectually aware of his emotions after departing from the Lonely, but actually feeling them is another matter.

Give Me My Sin Again - The Magnus Archives You know how sometimes you don't realize how very hungry you are until you start eating? Same thing with touch for Jon.

Tears Like Wine - The Magnus Archives Jon comes to derail Martin's plans.

Jon's Fanfiction - The Magnus Archives Yeah, that's definitely about Darcy and Bingley. Sure, Jon.

Magnus Institute Employees Don't Look at Explosions - The Magnus Archives Jon survives the Unknowing, but it didn't end up helping Elias at all.

no map for where I'm going, no bed to rest my head - The Magnus Archives Tim does and doesn't survive the Unknowing.

A Fairy Tale Sleepover - Princess Tutu Duck goes to a sleepover at Rue's fairy tale castle.

Flesh and Bone, Bark and Wood - Princess Tutu Fakir turning into a tree from his perspective.

The Moon Holds You Forever - Rusty Quill Gaming Aziza makes her audition for her opera company.

A Spaghetti Lunch at the DMV - Undertale Papyrus gets his driver's license.

Stand-Alone Crossovers:

A Story Ends When You Stop Looking At It - The Magnus Archives/Princess Tutu A man with a duck comes to give his statement.

Series Works:

With This X, I Thee Wed - The Magnus Archives A series about Jon, Martin, piercings, and tattoos. This series includes:

With This Ring? No Thanks. - Jon likes a lot of jewelry, but not rings.

Delicate Chains, But They Won't Break - Not liking rings was not a deal-breaker.

Paper Plane Flew My Heart Away - Martin tells Jon about some of his tattoos, including the one he got for him. (Now with commemorative tattoo!)

Right There on the Dotted Line - Jon surprises Martin with a tattoo of his own.

Cry For Me - The Magnus Archives Songfics are so old hat. The hot trend is writing mini stories and naming each one after a lyric in the song! This series includes:

Cry For Me (if there really are angels to hear) -One particular visit Martin makes to the hospital to visit Jon.

Cry For Me (let the heavens rain down with your tears) - Jon drinks and thinks.

(knowing all along your love was no match for their evil) You Came After Me - Jon wakes up and gets hit with Knowing after Knowing after Knowing.

Should I Go On Living For The Memory Of Your Love? (or should I end it all?) - Jon knows he can't stay in this dreamlike existence, but he has trouble holding on to that enough to convey it to Martin.

You Were The Only Hope Left In This Hopeless World (and now you're gone, you're gone) - An ending somewhere else.

One Hit Wonder Fics - The Magnus Archives Fanfics that happened because of my love of one hit wonders. This series includes:

I've Never Even Set Foot in the Archives! - What happens when the crew can't get to the Archives in the first place? Now has fanart!

I Know What Boys Like - Jon and Martin go on a rowboat date.

The Archivist and the Prince's Heart - The Magnus Archives A Princess Tutu Fusion AU. Martin finds an unfinished fairy tale called The Prince and the Raven. Jon wakes from his coma and finds that he is in a very different story. This series includes:

Pinned My Hopes On You - the main fic (now has fanart!)

Heartshards - extra scenes (now also has fanart!)

The Canary and the Raven Prince - Jon has a nightmare.

Somewhere Else Under the King - The Magnus Archives/Chzo Mythos Crossover After the events of The Magnus Archives, Jon and Martin end up Somewhere Else. Only Somewhere Else has troubles of its own to the tune of being under the watch of a pain elemental called CHZO. This series includes:

Crossing the Bridge - Jon and Martin recover from their injuries, deal with the STP agents investigating their sudden appearances in this world, try to cope with their choices and losses, and learn just how well they know the name of the King.

Friends and Neighbors - Jon is working on a DIY project when a friend comes to visit. A haunted Colecovision is ordered.

Mind In a Net (I'm Still Drowning) - The events of the start of chapter 3 of Crossing the Bridge from the point of view of Claire Wyndham, one of the espers that fell in love with Martin.

The Sun Always Shines On TV - Frank watches the BBC's tapes of Simone Taylor after her time at DeFoe Manor. Jess makes pancakes and does not ruin them.

The Joy We Hide from the King - I'm at the holiday special. I'm at the wedding episode. I'm at the combination holiday special wedding episode.

The Bittersweet Choices of October - Trilby visits Jon when he comes home from America. There are tacky souvenirs and discussion of choices that Jon can't let go.

My Darling Dear, Love You For All Time - Jon and Martin discuss what music they want for their wedding.

Frehorn and Magnus - The Magnus Archives/Chzo Mythos Crossover What if Jack Frehorn and Jonah Magnus were friends? That's it, that's the pitch. This series includes:

Acquired Tastes - Jack and Jonah's first meeting on Clanbronwyn in 1824.

The Knife Cleaves and Cleaves - Jack takes Elias out to Buckinghamshire in 2014 and makes him an offer.

Leaping Into Assumption - A bridge is completed in 2018. Jack takes advantage of this and urges Simon to do the same.

Incident Report - Jim Fowler has an encounter in 2019.

From the Files of the STP - The Magnus Archives/Chzo Mythos/The Consuming Shadow Crossover The STP get to Jon before the Magnus Institute does. This series includes:

The Disappearance of Thomas Orzechowski - In the summer of 1997, Claire speaks to an eight year old Jon about A Guest for Mr. Spider.

The (Brief) Disappearance of Martin Blackwood - Martin meets Jon while working at a cafe, and while things start off a bit rocky they become good friends. And then everything around Martin crashes in on him.

The Thread of the Idol - In the autumn of 2013, Jon is asked to find a vision of the future. In the winter of 2386, Malcolm waits for his fate.

un petit chat - The Admiral gets out and talks with an old friend.

Litmus Test - London falls under the influence of a lust elemental. Gerry and Gertrude try to stop it while Jon and Martin fall under its sway.

The (Sort Of) Abduction of Daniel Stoker - In the summer of 2013, Danny goes on his fateful urbex trip.

Other writing that's not fanfiction:

I'm reading The Hobbit for the first time ever and liveblogging my reactions! The link is the tag entries in chronological order and is now complete!

Can we call it fanfiction if I'm not a fan?

A Shared Shade of Grey - Fifty Shades of Grey The fix-it fic that's kicked around in my head on and off ever since I saw the movie. Absolutely no sex is had in this fic and it's better for it.

Older Works:

Me on Fanfiction.Net!

All the works listed there are Princess Tutu. I still look upon some of them fondly, but I definitely feel like I'm a better writer now than I was then. (That's what 10 years will do to you.) Still, they're available online and I wrote them, so for the sake of records, here they are.

Tumblr Fanfiction:

Please note that I've not written any sort of ratings on these. There can and will be unmarked spoilers, violence, sex, and things I'm not necessarily proud of in general. But better for me to find and post them rather than wait for somebody to try pulling receipts on me.

I am, however, making one exception to this: I’ve written a couple of Harry Potter fanfics because I read the books and used to be a fan. But knowing what I know now of JK Rowling, it’s tainted anything that might have been considered good in them for me and I can’t bring myself to associate with the books anymore. If you want to find those fics, that’s your business, but don't pretend I stand by it today.

That said, here is everything else. Read at your own risk:

Princess Tutu:

(Fanart of some of my fanfiction.net fic here!)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Bewitching Dream (Paranormal 60s Sitcoms AU)

Autor and Erina and Lunar (Lunar 2 Crossover)

Beyond the Boundary

Song of Mirai (Saya no Uta/Song of Saya AU)

Beyond Belief's Boundary (Beyond Belief AU)

Steven Universe

Miscellaneous Fandoms - These are the fics for fandoms that I haven't written much for so they're all sharing a post. Right now this post includes fanfiction for Lunar, Mother/EarthBound, Psychonauts, Welcome to Night Vale, Deadly Premonition, Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, Miraculous Ladybug, Soul Eater, Star Wars, Mystery Skulls Animated, Undertale, Neon Genesis Evangelion, and Homestar Runner.

Miscellaneous Oneshot or Small Crossovers and AUs

And a big thanks to everyone who's gone to check out my fanfiction! I love you all! :D

...you're still here?

..........really??

Okay.

Since you made it all the way down here, here's the fanfiction I posted anonymously.

Secret Fanfic

#aura's fanfiction

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btsinwonderland · 3 years

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A Drop of Poison - Ch. 8: Conversations

A Loki fanfiction!

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“I can take you back to your room!” You said, reaching for Valkyrie’s bag to carry it for her.

She clicked her tongue at you. “Will you stop fussing about with me, I’m fine! I can carry my own things.”

You smiled tightly and nodded. Valkyrie sighed and put a hand on your arm. “But, I appreciate what a sweetheart you’ve been to me. Thank you.”

“What are you going to do now that practice is cancelled?” You said.

Valkyrie shook her head. “Ugh, I don’t know. I’ve been itching to get back to the field but we can’t even do that! I don’t even know what happened, Freya. One minute, I got the quaffle in my hands and all I care about is that goal. Next, everything’s gone to shit and I’m getting pecked to death by these damn birds.”

“And now Ken’s missing,” you said. Your lips were chapped with dryness.

“Yeah, it seems like our last year won’t be as fun as we thought…” Valkyrie said, a gloom appearing over her face.

You bid each other goodbye for the day and went to your separate common rooms. You did not want to leave her on her own, but throughout your friendship, you found that letting her be was sometimes best. Valkyrie did not like being coddled too much and appreciated the space. You knew she would reach out when she was ready, and you would wait for her as always.

With Valkyrie’s presence gone, you were left to think about your own problems. Professor Laufeyson had already occupied nearly half of your thoughts earlier on, and now he took over most of them. Behind every question, you wondered if he knew something or was a part of it in some way. It had become a strange mystery that you had no way to resolve since he did not tell you anything.

Upon entering your room, you sat on your bed and pulled out a book from your side table: Spells for the Common House Cat. The dark red leather was faded, but the wording still kept its former gloss. You ran a hand over the cover gently. “Alright, you came to me for a reason, and I’m going to find out what it is.”

You opened the book to reveal a random page. Once again, gibberish greeted you:

Capture grunting mermaids and the secret to life is in the cherry pies. They are so good and open fresh like market Thursdays! Hate to spill the dogs and cats, but it is not in good taste to leave the wine hanging from the bedroom. I cannot dream in rainy houses and Leah makes sure of it!

“What are you trying to say?” you said aloud.

You peeled through a couple more pages and though it was different, none of it made any sense. The entire book was filled with words, and yet, none of them meant anything to you. The name Leah came up several times, but even that did not stir any recollection within you.

From your robes, you pulled out your want and pointed to the middle of the open book. “Aparecium,” you said, and a speck of light came out of your wand and disappeared into the pages of the book.

For nearly a minute you waited, and nothing happened. You raised your wand to try the spell again when the words on the pages vanished. The now blank yellowish white parchment paper faced you and readjusted in your bed. “What are you?”

You sat there staring at it when you had the idea to take out your quill and inkwell from your drawer. Taking the book and quill to the small desk against the wall, you sat down and wrote in the middle of the blank page, Hello. Your words gradually disappeared, as if the ink absorbed into the book.

For several seconds, there was nothing. And then, words appeared in the middle of the page - in the same rushed scrawl that had been in the book before. Hello there, it said. Then it disappeared.

You sat back for a moment, shocked. You took a breath and then dipped your quill into the inkwell. My name is Freya Eves, you wrote.

Your words disappeared again. And in their place new words appeared in the other script, Hello Freya Eves, my name is Leah Mai.

You swallowed, your nerves sizzled with excitement and a bit of fear. You wrote again: Do you know about the Tesseract?

You waited.

Yes.

Your heart sped as you wrote: Can you tell me?

No.

You leaned forward in disappointment. But then more words appeared.

But I can show you. Let me take you back fifty years ago…

You jumped when you felt yourself being pulled inwards towards the book. The surrounding air compressed, and you found yourself sucked into a spell. One moment you were in your bedroom and the next, you were in the hallways of Hogwarts. However, everything was in a desaturated sort of colour; as if it were an old film.

Students passed you in the hall talking in anxious whispers, and someone nearly walked right into you. You wandered down the hall and spotted a beautiful black-haired girl, skin as pale as the marble on the facades. She was leaning on the stone railing and staring curiously up the stairs.

“Are you Leah Mai?” You said.

The girl ignored you and continued to look up the stairs.

You spoke again. “Hello, can you hear me?”

She paid no attention to you, as if you were invisible and inaudible. You followed her gaze up the steps and saw a much younger Headmistress Frigga, looking extremely grim while a group of professors carried someone on a stretcher down the stairs. That someone had a white sheet over their body and face. As they descended the steps, a hand slipped out from beneath the white sheet and you saw dark blood drip on the floor in little beads. A small gasp escaped your lips.

“Mai!” Said Headmistress Frigga in a stern voice.

Both you and the black-haired girl beside you turned your head to face her. The girl answered in a calm voice. “Professor Frigga,” she said, walking up the steps.

Frigga crossed her arms and gazed down at the girl. “It is not wise to be wandering around this late hour, Leah.”

The girl looked down and placed her hands behind her back. “Y-yes professor. I suppose...I had to see for myself if the rumors were true.”

Frigga clenched her jaw and unclenched. “I’m afraid they are, Leah. They are true.”

“About the school as well?” Leah said. “I don’t have a home to go to, they wouldn’t close Hogwarts would they, professor?”

Frigga sighed. “I understand Leah, but I’m afraid Headmaster Oppin will have no choice.”

“So if it all stopped? If the person responsible was caught,” the girl said, hands firmly clasped behind her.

Frigga leaned in with a curious, yet gentle, look. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”

The girl raised her brows. “No, madam. Nothing.”

“Very well then, off you go.”

Leah walked up the steps and around the hall. You glanced at Frigga one more time before racing up the steps to catch up with Leah. She went down the dimly lit halls, descending a curved set of stone steps into the lower levels, which you were unfamiliar with despite having seven years of exploring the halls of the school. Leah stopped where there was a statue of an old woman holding a lantern. The lantern cast a yellowish colour over the grey stone of her face. Leah tapped the woman’s nose three times with her wand, once on the left cheek, and then ran her wand across the woman’s lips. The statue’s mouth opened large enough for Leah’s fist to fit through. She pulled out a beautiful cloak of silver and blue.

When she put it on, her entire body disappeared. Then, she placed it overhead, and you were alone in the corridor. You concentrated and could barely see a pale outline which moved quickly past you and back up the stairs. You realized she was completely invisible, but the book wanted you to follow her, so you did.

You went to the Headmaster’s floor, where the halls were dead and empty save for two hushed voices. There was one very tall, thin man with a salt and pepper beard down to his waist, which he stroked frequently. The other was a burlier man, but shorter. His face was stern, and he had an eyepatch over his left eye. There was a black raven perched on his shoulder. This man had an air of power and seemed to be speaking passionately.

“We cannot deny that a student is manipulating the creature, Oppin!” The stern man said. His eye blazed with anger.

The tall thin man, Headmaster Oppin, you presumed, spoke. His voice was a gentle rasp. “Odin, none of our students are capable of such dark sorcery, you must know that.”

You staggered back at the realization that you were staring at the Minister of Magic himself, Professor Laufeyson’s father.

“The Dark One has risen, and his shadow lingers here. Doesn’t the Michaels boy prove that?”

Oppin gazed at the floor through his bifocal glasses. “They found his body just by the Black Lake...it was in two pieces, Odin.” He removed his glasses with a grimace and rubbed his eyes. “I do not know what we should do.”

“We need to use the Tesseract.”

Oppin glanced up at Odin, looking almost upset. “We cannot use the magic of the Primis!”

Odin shook his head. “You have no idea how many good auror’s we have lost at the ministry, Oppin! Tell me where the Tesseract is. You merely delay what will be,” he said, with a hiss. His raven flapped its wings before settling back down.

Oppin set his mouth in a thin line and gave a resigned sigh. “I am sure I will deeply regret this decision, but I cannot bear to lose any more students. Come,” he said and led Odin into his office. You followed them up the steps, with the pale figure of Leah in front of you.

They rushed through the door when Oppin spoke. “Deep in the Forbidden Forest, there is a Weeping Willow with black leaves. At the heart of it is a hollow which leads down into the caves where the Tesseract was found at the bottom of an underground lake. We dared not touch it, and I am the only wizard left who remembers where it is. They erased their own memories to relieve themselves of the burden of the Primis.” His voice was grave.

You saw the pale outline of Leah twitch before she bumped the open door and raced out of the room. Oppin and Odin briefly glanced in her direction before returning to their exchange. You thought you should follow her, but you stayed by Odin, transfixed by their conversation.

Oppin spoke again. “Do you really think this will stop the monster?”

“It will stop the one controlling the monster,” Odin said.

You felt a pull from behind you as the compressed feeling came over you again. No, I need to know more! Light surrounded you as you passed through the book and found yourself thrown back into the chair in your room. You nearly lost your balance and toppled over, but gripped the edge of the desk. Your heart fluttered wildly from what you had just seen and your hands shook.

You knew where the Tesseract was and that it was the key to stopping the monster in the Forbidden Forest.

For a moment, you wondered why events were repeating fifty years later. And a dangerous question arose in your thoughts. Who was controlling the creature now? Your stomach churned when a certain dark-haired and blue-eyed professor came to mind. In your heart, you believed he would never do such a thing. But with everything happening, there was little he had given you to trust him. You wanted to reach out to him, to tell him everything, but your doubts clouded all your hopes. It was up to you now to find the Tesseract and save Pom’s brother.

That night, before dinner, you followed the same path from the book and descended the circular stairs to one of the lower levels of Hogwarts. You nearly jumped from excitement when you saw the familiar statue of the old woman and the lantern. Cobwebs covered her face now. Upon pulling out your wand, you tapped her nose three times, once on the left cheek, and then ran your wand across her lips. Her mouth gaped open, and you reached inside apprehensively. Feeling the softness of cloth, you pulled out the cloak and marvelled at it. After dusting it off, you put it on and cried out in surprise when your entire body disappeared.

“Thank you, Leah!” you said aloud.

You arrived at the Great Hall with the cloak tucked away in a cloth bag. Upon eating a quick meal of pea soup and pumpkin bread, you searched for Mo. He was in the hall with Nila, standing suspiciously close as she giggled at something he said. You hid in a corner and put on the cloak. Sneaking up behind him, you pulled his ear.

He swatted his head, and Nila gave him a strange look. “Are you alright?” she said.

Mo glanced behind him, right through you. “Um...y-yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

When he turned back, you kicked him gently on the rear, and he jumped up. “Alright, you bastard! Who’s messing with me?”

“Listen, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later Mo,” Nila said and rushed away, giving him a sideways glance.

“What the hell is going on here?” Mo said, exasperated.

You bent over laughing and pulled the cloak off to see the initially angry, then stupefied expression on Mo’s face. It took you a few minutes to stop laughing so you could explain yourself and your plan. He stood in silence, gaping at you, while he listened.

“Are you bloody mad?” he said, after you finished.

“No, I’m just the only one who can help find her brother. The creature is guarding the Tesseract, making sure nobody gets to it. That thing could be the reason everything’s been going to shit!”

“Why don’t you tell a professor?” Mo said, crossing his arms.

You rolled your eyes. “Mo, we have absolutely no idea who is controlling this monster. It could be a student, but have you thought maybe it could only be a powerful witch or wizard who could even conjure this kind of magic? A professor would be much more likely…” you said, dreading the thought of Professor Laufeyson.

Mo sighed. “So let me get this straight. You want to sneak out in the middle of the night, go into the forest where this monster lives, get the Tesseract and then what? Magically fix everything?”

“And find Ken,” you added.

“You’re mental.”

“Will you help me?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s go get Pom and find her brother.”

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Loki sat in his office grading assignments. So many poor performing students. What has magic come to these days? Some kids were barely trying. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. An icy breeze blew through the room and knocked a few papers off his desk. He cursed and went to go pick them up. Glancing outside, he thought he saw the faintest movement of a tree branch move against the wind. He gazed out the window suspiciously, but there was no other trace of movement other than leaves blowing against the castle.

The girl surfaced in his mind.

“I don’t want you to die.” She had said.

He laughed at himself for being so utterly pathetic that a single word from a stranger would move him so deeply. Loki dared not admit how his heart pulsated at the girl’s words. He thought of her face, quite beautiful, though she clearly did not know it. She was the kind to grow into her confidence, which was just brooding below the surface. It was that confidence that moved in her body, in her hips, whenever she ran from him. It was that confidence that gave him snarky replies to his accusations. And it was that confidence that gave her dark eyes a defiant glow. Loki chuckled at how silly it all was. She was everything that she needed to be, and yet she had no idea.

“Don’t do it,” he said to himself as he unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk. He sighed as he retrieved a folded piece of blank paper and placed it in front of him. This was a shameful ritual he developed recently. It started when he grew suspicious of the girl’s knowledge regarding the Tesseract. He simply needed to know where she went and who she spoke with. That was all. Reconnaissance only.

As the days passed, he found himself searching for her location on a whim. Finding ways he might run into her again.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” he said, pointing his wand to the center of the paper.

The paper filled out with intricate floor plans of the Hogwarts grounds and little footsteps with name tags showing every single person in the vicinity. He spared a passing glance at the name Frigga Borson, pacing in her office. As he searched the castle, he saw the name Thor Odinson in this office with Valkyrie Brunnhilde. At this late hour? Curious, he would have to tuck that information away for later.

“Where are you, little minx?” He said, exploring the map.

From the corner of his eye, he caught movement outside of the castle walls. He unfolded the map to its outer limit, just at the start of the Forbidden forest. He moved the map closer to his face and nearly crumpled it in his hands as he recognized three names grouped closely together, wandering towards the forest.

Mo Darwish. Pom Clemmens. Freya Eves.

Loki cursed and shut the map. “Mischief managed,” he said as he grabbed his coat and nearly ran out the door.

What was that damned girl up to now?

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Chapter Footnotes

I'm sorry for the late post, I was supposed to post this yesterday but things got so busy this weekend. I made time today though and finished what I hope is an interesting and fun chapter! The plot thickens....

Sending you happy thoughts and good vibes :)

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d-a-bad · 4 years

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StanSwitch: Lucifer Week

So I switched demons with a moot on Twitter for a week so that I could practice drawing other characters other than my true love, my best boy, Leviathan. I guess you could say it was like being swingers in 2D. XD And what better way to do that challenge, than by switching husbands with a Luciperv. Since, he is my least favorite demon.

Day 1 - Lucifer with a Nasty Evil Face This is literally how I see him.

Day 2 - Annoyed Lucifer When Lord Diavolo approves of you brother’s ridiculous ideas and you have no choice but to cooperate

Day 3 - An Old Man and His Quill I wrote an unfisnished fanfiction, TLDR

An Old Man and His Quill

Lucifer is in his office, sitting on his chair, exhausted, from all the work he still needs to get done. His lids were half-open and you can tell from the dark circles under his eyes, that he was doing his best to keep them from closing. He thought that playing the TSL soundtrack backwards on his gramophone could keep him awake, but to no avail, his ears were held captive by the soothing demonic lullaby. "Sigh..." he breathes heavily as stacks of paper patiently waiting atop of his desk watched the stress and pressure overshadow his domineering physique.

He decides to pick up one of his black raven quills, slowly rolling it back and forth in between the gentle touch of his thumb and index finger, playing with it, while he stares intently at it for whole good minute.

"Are you ready for what's coming?" he whispered to the raven as if it was alive. Filled with tiredness, he pushed his head back lying his neck on top of the cushions on his chair. He closed his eyes then lightly ran the barbs of the feather from his forehead, down to the bridge of his nose, caressing himself wishing that a slight tickle could hopefully wake him up. He opened his eyes, gazing at the ceiling, falling into small trance. He paused for second, and took a deep breath before closing his eyes again as the quill trailed down to his cupid's bow, onto his upper lip, and finally, situated on top of his mouth giving him a faint kiss. He then motioned the barbs, circling slowly around his lips. The barbs kept brushing, tempting, and feeling the softness of the first born's lips. Lucifer couldn't help feeling succumbed to the sensation the feather was giving him, so he just let it have its way with him. This went on for a good while until Lucifer felt a slight tingle on his mouth making him bite his lower lip and getting him to sit-up straight. He striked the quill on his desk, feeling slightly irritated as he came to his senses. "I'm not here to fool around." he grudgingly tells the quill as he pulls a piece of paper

at the center of his office table. "I'm gonna have fun finishing you tonight, you don't know what I'm capable of." He grabs the quill, dips it inside the ink bottle, pulls it up, and dips it right back in with each new dip getting more pressure than the last. He does this about three times, until he pulled the quill back up again and closely watched it drip with droplets of black.

Day 4 - A Loving Father and his Rebellious Son I already posted this previously, but I just wanted to capture that moment.

Day 5 - DIALUCI

I don't personally encourage this ship because of how manipulative it is... but it truly is and will always be BEST OG LuciShip.

Day 6 - Luci and Mammon meet Prototype Luci NGL, I like the first draft of Luci, he looks SO <3 . I think Mammon does too.

For Day 7, I still haven’t finished drawing it, but I think I will save that for another post. Stanswitching was really fun! II had a lot of pencil practice and it did teach me to like and appreciate Luci in a whole new different way now. Yes, I don’t hate him anymore. I do understand now, why majoriy of the MC’s playing this game, love him so much. He is a loving Older brother. hahaha Totally competetion for my otaku third born, but it’s time I return to my one true love. I am currently on stanswitch with a Mammoron now, but for some reason I got artblocked the whole week and I lagged behind on the art, but I will finish it so tune in for that one. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! :)

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obeyme #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obeymeDiavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #ObeyMeLuke #lucifer obey me #luci #luci obey me

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relishredshoes · 3 years

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Interview given to The Severus Snape and Hermione Granger Shipping Fan Group.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/199718373383293/

Hello CorvusDraconis and welcome to Behind the Quill, thank-you so much for sitting down with us to chat.

You’re a well known and beloved figure in the SS/HG community for your many stories - including a personal favourite of mine, A chance for happiness.

Okay, let’s jump right in. What's the story behind your pen name?

I have always had a fascination for the shiny things and the Northwest Coast depictions of Raven the Trickster/Creator, and, I tend to hoard (and get super protective) of my art supplies. Corvids have always been a positive sign in my life. They tend to show up when I’m feeling down and engage in funny antics in the yard. As for dragons, I’ve always had a love for them and think the Western depiction of them as dangerous beasts with no mind but for hoarding treasure and killing people only to be slain by a knight quite despicable.

Which Harry Potter character do you identify with the most?

Severus, actually. I see a lot of my life in his. Hardships, challenges, bullying— trying to be something better and later wondering about unwise decisions. I have a very similar dislike for dunderheads, but I do not share his inclination to denude rosebushes of their petals. Do you have a favourite genre to read? (not in fic, just in general) I have always preferred fantasy and sci-fi.

Do you have a favourite "classic" novel?

I am not sure if you would call it a classic novel, but grew up on all things Tolkien (and even puzzled through the Silmarillion at the grand age of seven), and have a special place in my heart for Watership Down. While I’ve read pieces like War and Peace, Iliad, Ulysses, Pride and Prejudice, Grapes of Wrath, Moby Dick, Great Gatsby, Little Women, Catcher in the Rye, Tom Sawyer/Huckleberry Finn, Scarlet Letter, Don Quixote, To Kill a Mockingbird, Animal Farm, Jane Eyre, Lord of the Flies, Tale of Two Cities, Heart of Darkness, Robinson Crusoe, Alice in Wonderland, Great Expectations, Odyssey, Frankenstein, Dracula, Crime and Punishment, Heart of Darkness, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, The Secret Garden, Treasure Island, Anne of Green Gables, Les Misérables, Peter Pan, Gulliver’s Travels, all things Jack London, 20000 Leagues, etc.— they never captured me as aptly as Anne McCaffery’s Dragonriders of Pern or Mercedes Lackley’s the Last Herald Mage. Though, if I were to pick classic stories I read more than once (litmus test for things I like) it would be things such as The Secret Garden, Call of the Wild, Wild Fang, The Hobbit, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and The Last Unicorn. At what age did you start writing? The moment I could pick up pencil and paper, I was writing. I had notepads full of stories I wrote as a kid. Alas, my dad found them one day when I was off to college, made fun of them, and I came home and burned every single one in mortification.

How did you get into writing fanfiction?

The moment TV shows did “stupid things” to their characters. I used to write things about Beauty and the Beast (the old CBS show) when they killed off the main character, Knight Rider, Robocop, Transformers— there are probably far more that I just don’t remember now. I was writing it long before there was a fanfiction dot net or a term to even call it. What's the best theme you've ever come across in a fic? Is it a theme represented in your own works? I am a shameless romantic for the beauty within and sometimes the quite literal love for a monster (not just some person who acts like a monster and changes into a better person.) The misunderstood monster is perhaps my most favourite theme, and it shows up in my stories often if not always. What fandoms are you involved in other than Harry Potter? I ship SessKag from Inuyasha, Lucard/Sophie from Dracula: The Series, and Loki/Hermione when I’m feeling crossover-y. If you could make one change to canon, what would it be? Do you have a favourite piece of fanon? Other than my favourite fanon that Severus lives/survives/finds a better life free of two masters and his guilt, I would say I would want Harry to wise the heck up and realise his father was a swine, his godfather was an almost successful murderer that used his own best mate to try and kill off another student, and his mother wasn’t all that hot either. I would want him to find value in himself without having to make stuff up about his “perfect” parents. Then again, I would want Vernon/Petunia to be arrested for child abuse and put in gaol, but— then the story would have been very different XD Do you listen to music when you write or do you prefer quiet? Sometimes quiet, sometimes music. But usually, I am best mates with Spotify.

What are your favourite fanfictions of all time?

In the HP universe: I honestly don’t read many of them because I’m always writing my own stuff XD, but when I really feel like I need a good Ron bashing SSHG HEA, I read just about anything by IShouldBeWritingSomethingElse. However, that being said, I often return to “The Sun is Often Out” by Hannah-1888 for just the right amount of angst and HEA to make me happy.

In the Inuyasha universe: A Trick of Fate by PristinelyUngifted

In the Marvel universe: Mutual Respect Sends His Regrets by moor

In the Star Trek universe: Gratified By Your Company by starfleetdream

Are you a plotter or a pantser? How does that affect your writing process?

I go by the seat of my feathered rump, to be honest. Inspiration is a fickle, unpredictable beast, and I usually don’t know what is going to happen until it does.

What is your writing genre of choice?

Fantasy

Which of your stories are you most proud of? Why?

Chance of Happiness because it was my very first publication. It may not have been my best, but it was my first, and it very well could have been my last yet somehow wasn’t.

Looks Can Be Deceiving and One Step Forward, Two Decades Back are two epic tales that seemed to demand being written. The fact I finished them was something I think deserves a little pride.

Did it unfold as you imagined it or did you find the unexpected cropped up as you wrote? What did you learn from writing it?

Looks started off with me attempted to write Dramione just once. It failed. Draco demanded to be her brother of the heart, Viktor came in and said “nope she’s mine,” and no one was more surprised at the outcome of that story than me. The characters did what THEY wanted.

I learned that trying to plan a story from start to finish is useless when the characters decide what they want. The story demanded more, and I was just a conduit that typed it down. For me, at least, attempting to outline and plan is utterly useless

How personal is the story to you, and do you think that made it harder or easier to write?

I think every story I write is personal in some way. The inspiration comes from somewhere inside, and I often have no idea what it is until I go back and read it later. I think the story wrote itself in a lot of ways, which made it easier in a way, but there are a lot of things I can’t say were from personal experience because as a high fantasy of talking gryphons and such I can only imagine it. There is no basis in real life on how any of that would go down. There is a freedom in that but also many challenges in making it real enough to identify with despite how alien and fantastic the idea is.

What books or authors have influenced you? How do you think that shows in your writing?

Dragonriders of Pern introduced sentient dragons and the idea that despite a vast difference in species there could be teamwork and love between the two as they teamed up against a greater threat.

The herald-mage books by Mercedes Lackley were also important staples in my childhood because it impressed the values of responsibility despite having powers others did not, and that people were fallible despite greatness and potential.

Gandalara Cycle by Randall Garrett and Vicki Ann Heydron: I cannot tell you how often I read this story. I had dog ears on these novels because there was so much I loved about them. It was a search for humanity when displaced in a seemingly alien world, societal clashes, and the great sha’um (the giant rideable cats) that were the main characters’ partners for life.

The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C Wrede: A princess rebels against her arranged marriage by running away to be a dragon princess.

All of these books had creatures in it that chose to partner with a human and be with them for life, not as lovers that you find in the more modern supernatural romance blender out there, but the ultimate friend for life— the family you choose.

Do people in your everyday life know you write fanfiction?

Oh heck no. Hah. They have their secrets, and I have mine. Personally, I think mine are more healthy than theirs.

How true for you is the notion of "writing for yourself"?

Very.

I write for myself. Sometimes I’ll write a story for one of my betas or a sshg friend, but for the most part, I write for my own entertainment because nothing like what I write is out there. There is a lot of SSHG out there, but mine is almost always a creature feature story. I blame X-Files growing up. It tickles me that others enjoy my stories, but in the end I write to get things down and out of my head. They just so happen to entertain others as they do me.

How important is it for you to interact with your audience? How do you engage with them? Just at the point of publishing? Through social media?

I will often engage in A/N talk at the end of chapters, but I really don’t engage in the fandom. I loathe social media. That being said, I read every review, and while I don’t reply to everything because FF dot net is a horrible platform for messaging anymore (or ever was really)-- I appreciate every single one. Sometimes it helps to know people are enjoying the story for the story’s sake.

What is the best advice you've received about writing?

Get a beta, even if you are pretty good at writing. Get one because a second pair of eyes will catch things you don’t. Read your own stuff out loud. If you trip over it, your audience will too. If you stumble, so will they.

Get a beta who isn’t afraid to tell you that your shite stinks in places and you make no sense. You may want a cheerleader, but what you need is a beta. If you are super lucky, you can have both at once.

What do you do when you hit writer's block?

I play computer games and sew things. I’ve sewn a lot of things lately. Scrub caps and masks for work—

There has been a lot of writer’s block lately due to the times, and I will not write when I’m uninspired. I will not force inspiration. That’s not fair to me or those unfortunate enough to share in the reading. I want to be able to go back on a story I wrote and enjoy it and not curse at myself. XD

Has anything in real life trickled down into your writing?

Sometimes certain catch phrases and things from real life friends have trickled in as a sort of Easter egg (unbeknownst to them since I don’t tell them I write fanfic). Sometimes random news stories or whatnot find their way in. Lessons of the day. Random events. Things that are too odd not to stick in my brain somehow. I can’t say I always do it on purpose, though.

Do you have any stories in the works? Can you give us a teaser?

No, I have a goal this year to finish off the unfinished stories. This is made harder because Dragon and the Rose keeps adding more and more bunnies into the idea bin, and my brain wants to run with them, but I’m like NO DANGIT, I HAVE STUFF TO FINISH STILL! It’s a hard thing trying to finish what you start when so much interesting stuff pops up and waves at you like “heeeeeyyyyy I’m cool too!”

Any words of encouragement to other writers?

Keep writing but remember you can always be better. You can always improve. Writing isn’t a popularity contest. It isn’t about how many reviews you get or how many fans you may or may not have. Write because you want to write. Write what you like not what other people like. Write for you because in the end, you are the one who goes back to read it and say “I wrote this story, and I still love it” instead of forcing yourself to write something just because the topic is “popular” and gets a lot of visitors. Write something you’ll be proud to go back and read and enjoy. You’ll find when you write something genuinely, readers will come. And if only one person leaves you a paragraph review on how much your story meant to them out of someone else’s hundreds of “great!” (with nothing else)-- think of what you value more.

If my story helped someone through a dark time.

Just one person—

Then it was a good effort.

Maybe that person didn’t have the bravery to leave a message. Maybe they are ashamed. Maybe they send you a PM instead of a review.

That is, to me, the ultimate reason why I realised that despite writing stories for myself that there are people out there that needed to hear my story at just the right time in their life. If my story can bring a little joy to someone else, then it doesn’t matter how many reviews I have. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have thousands of reviews like “that other author.” What matters is that I told my story; someone out there read it and it spoke to them.

I love hearing from people and what they liked about my stories, but I also am glad that there are some people out there who secretly like my stories but do not feel safe enough to review.

So, I would say to the aspiring author: write for yourself but share it. You never know whose day you will make with your story. They may never tell you. They may tell you years later (happened to me!). There is a good chance that someone out there needs your story as much as you need to write it. That being said, find yourself a beta to share your journey with you. You may find a few friend in the process.

Thanks so much for giving us your time.

You are quite welcome.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ss/hg #snamione #writing

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Un día a la vez (Marvel omegaverse)

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by Nonimi

Del mismo universo de ¿Seremos padres?, ya somos padres y Súper San Valentín. Relatos de lo cotidiano, del día a día de las distintas parejas de Marvel.

Words: 2004, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Everett Ross, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, James "Bucky" Barnes, T'Challa (Marvel), Raven | Mystique, Azazel (X-Men), Scott Lang, Peter Quill, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Kurt Wagner, Warren Worthington III, Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Logan (X-Men), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Hank McCoy, Alex Summers

Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Clint Barton, Scott Lang/Peter Quill, Everett Ross/Stephen Strange, Everett Ross & Stephen Strange, James "Bucky" Barnes/T'Challa, Logan (X-Men)/Pietro Maximoff, Logan & Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Azazel/Raven | Mystique (X-Men), Frank Castle/Matt Murdock, Hank McCoy/Alex Summers, Hank McCoy & Alex Summers, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Peter Parker & Wade Wilson, Kurt Wagner/Warren Worthington III, Kurt Wagner & Warren Worthington III

Additional Tags: Slash, Yaoi, Omegaverse, Femslash, Fluff, Romance, Drama, Fanfiction, Marvel - Freeform, Xmen, Avengers - Freeform

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #The Avengers #Hulkeye #Clint Barton #Bruce Banner

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ao3feed-stucky · 5 years

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by Not_Your_Deers

On one wrist is the name of your worst enemy, on the other is the name of your perfect match. Your nemesis and your soulmate. True love and pure hatred. But it’s impossible to tell which name is which. Some are born with the soulmate on their left wrist, and their nemesis on their right. For some it’s the other way. What could possibly go wrong with that?

Disclaimer: We Do Not Own Anything You Recognise and Everything You Don't. If we did we would be the Carriban on a private yatch not writing all inclusive Fanfictions.

Words: 1693, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Sherlock (TV), One of Us Is Lying - Karen M. McManus, Seven Ways We Lie - Riley Redgate, Red Queen Series - Victoria Aveyard, The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell, Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater, Shadowhunters (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Flash (TV 2014), Supergirl (TV 2015), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Arrow (TV 2012), The Umbrella Academy (TV), iZombie (TV), Lunar Chronicles - Marissa Meyer

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Nymphadora Tonks, Teddy Lupin, Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Lucy Weasley, Molly Weasley II, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Roxanne Weasley, Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, James Sirius Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Lorcan Scamander, Lysander Scamander, Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Penelope Bunce, Agatha Wellbelove, Blue Sargent, Richard Gansey III, Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Henry Cheng, Joseph Kavinsky, Noah Czerny, Olivia Scott (Seven Ways We Lie), Matt Jackson (Seven Ways We Lie), Kat Scott, Valentine Simmons, Lucas McCallum, Juniper "Juni" Kipling, Claire Lombardi, Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Hanne Brum, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Wylan Van Eck, Nikolai Lantsov, The Darkling (The Grisha Trilogy), Zoya Nazyalensky, Genya Safin, David Kostyk, Clary Fray, Jace Wayland, Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Raphael Santiago, Simon Lewis, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes, Michelle Jones, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Barry Allen, Iris West, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon, Hartley Rathaway, Sara Lance, Leonard Snart, Laurel Lance, Tommy Merlyn, Eddie Thawne, Winn Schott Jr., Kara Zor-El, Luther Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Ben Hargreeves, Eudora Patch, Leonard Peabody, Dave (Umbrella Academy), Liv Moore, Major Lilywhite, Evan Moore, Ravi Chakrabarti, Peyton Charles, Blaine DeBeers, Clive Babineaux, Dale Bozzio, Gilda | Rita du Clark, Bronwyn Rojas, Addy Prentiss, Nate Macauley, Cooper Clay, Kris, Linh Cinder, Kai (Lunar Chronicles), Scarlet Benoit, Wolf | Ze'ev Kesley, Crescent Moon "Cress" Darnel, Carswell Thorne, Winter Hayle-Blackburn, Jacin Clay, Iko (Lunar Chronicles), Mare Barrow, Maven Calore, Tiberias "Cal" Calore VII, Evangeline Samos, Elane Haven, Julian Jacos, Sara Skonos, Kilorn Warren, Cameron Cole, Ptolemus Samos, Sherlock Holmes, Anthea (Sherlock), Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, John Watson, Jim Moriarty, Mary Morstan, Stephen Strange

Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood & Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley & Oliver Wood, Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley, Lucy Weasley/Original Male Character(s), Molly Weasley II & Original Female Character(s), Roxanne Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Alice Longbottom/James Sirius Potter, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter/Lorcan Scamander, Lysander Scamander/Original Female Character(s), Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow, Simon Snow/Agatha Wellbelove, Penelope Bunce & Simon Snow, Richard Gansey III/Blue Sargent, Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Henry Cheng & Richard Gansey III, Joseph Kavinsky/Ronan Lynch, Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik, Hanne Brum/Nina Zenik, David Kostyk/Genya Safin, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Shuri, Number Five | The Boy & Allison & Ben & Diego & Klaus & Luther & Vanya, Allison Hargreeves/Luther Hargreeves, Dave/Klaus Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy/Ben Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves/Original Female Character(s), Diego Hargreeves/Eudora Patch, Major Lilywhite/Liv Moore, Evan Moore/Original Female Character(s), Ravi Chakrabarti/Peyton Charles, Peyton Charles/Blaine DeBeers, Clive Babineaux/Dale Bozzio, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Mary Morstan/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & Jim Moriarty

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Gay Sirius Black, Bisexual Remus Lupin, Bisexual Draco Malfoy, Bisexual Dean Thomas, Gay Seamus Finnigan, Bisexual James Sirius Potter, Gay Albus Severus Potter, Genderfluid Teddy Lupin, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers'#ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

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yaoidiscussions · 5 years

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Confucius on Harry Potter Series

It might be said that Harry Potter series covers the subject of distinctions between good and evil as well as their eternal struggle, which is personified in the forms of the protagonist and his nemesis, Lord Voldemort. However, what has also been done by the author is an entrenchment of these distinctions, their archetypes and stereotypes, without further consideration. Conclusions derived by a reader might be the same as from any other work - evil is bad and good always prevails no matter at what cost. Of course, while saying all that we should not forget about Professor Severus Snape - I believe the best constructed character in the series - who is the embodiment of that grey area between black and white. I will not delve here into the question as to why people do not consider Draco’s actions in the same light as Snape’s - this is discussed enough in all fanfiction that I’ve read. What I’d like to point out is the bipolarity of the whole series and how its representation of good and evil is embedded in the Western ideas on morality.

I’m not saying that this is necessarily a bad thing, far from it. But imagine what would happen if we started to look at the characters such as Draco Malfoy, or even Tom Riddle, through the lenses of Confucianism. “Man’s nature is naturally good just as water naturally flows downward . . . Now you can strike water and cause it to splash upward over your forehead . . . Man can be made to do evil, for his nature can be treated in the same way.” In other words, no one is born inherently evil and decisions that people make, however we would classify them, are predetermined by circumstances. I’m not saying that in order to somehow justify either Riddle’s or Malfoy’s actions. What I am trying to show is how much more three dimensional these characters would be when considered from this perspective. Elimination of the presupposition that they are inherently evil would significantly widen the scope for the understanding of their actions or motivations. If it is the case that someone in the series - Dumbledore, Remus, or Harry himself - mentioned that understanding is one of the paths towards reconciliation - not to mention Harry’s ability to love everything that walks and breathes - then I’d like to see it not only as a platitude, but being actually implemented in everyday situations. This is the reason why I think that a new perspective is required for this series.

Harry was just finishing his report for Kingsley that was due two days ago, when a book was dropped on his desk.

“We’re going to China. Or Japan. Whichever you prefer.” He looked up at his boyfriend, who was standing over him with a thoughtful expression. “We can go by one of those flying Muggle contraptions that you’ve wanted to try out or just apparate straight away. I don’t care how as long as we’ll get there.” Harry shifted his gaze to the book and then back again to Draco.

“Why is Confucius’ ‘Analects’ laying on my report?” In bewilderment he put it aside so that the ink would not blot the cover.

“Well, you wouldn’t have asked that if you’ve read it. Did you know that people aren’t born inherently evil? Their decisions, actions, are influenced, maybe even predestined, by circumstances. Considering that, does it mean that the concept of redemption is -”

“Draco, wait, are you telling me all that as a proof that you are not evil? ‘Cause you’re not, you do realise that?” Harry dropped the quill and turned on a chair towards the blonde.

“I know that. You know that since you got me into bed-” There was indignant spluttering that went unnoticed. “-but the world at large seems to not realise that.”

“And you going to China will solve the problem?”

“No, but I’d like to see for myself whether there is actually a place in the world that professes this philosophy.”

“That sounded really Eurocentric.” In exasperation, Harry took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Why do you even care what others think..?”

“I don’t but…” Draco kneeled next to his boyfriend. “Harry, look at me.” He took his hand and only after having his full attention did he continue. “I don’t care what others think and you know that perfectly well. It’s just… It becomes exceptionally lonely when people perceive you that way. It’s not like a badge that you can take off or change for another one. At least, that’s what I thought until today.” He looked up into those green, green eyes that stared at him so earnestly. “And I just want to make sure that the elation I’m feeling right now has valid reasons.” Harry snorted at that. “Or for the greater good of all the evil guys out there if that convinces you, oh the Hero.” The raven-haired boy leaned down and cupped Draco’s face.

“I don’t doubt that what you feel has valid reasons, as you’ve put it so eloquently, and if going to China is what’ll make you happy then I’m all for that. I’d go to the Moon for you if that was what you wanted.”

“Potter, don’t be a sap.” Cracking a smile, Harry pressed their foreheads together.

“You love me for that.”

“And I still wonder why is that?”

#harry potter #series #confucius #confucianism #china #analects #drarry #draco malfoy #harry x draco #jk rowling

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ao3feed-alluther · 5 years

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by Not_Your_Deers

Disclaimer: We Do Not Own Anything You Recognise and Everything You Don't. If we did we would be the Carriban on a private yatch not writing all inclusive Fanfictions.

Words: 1693, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

#IFTTT #alluther #allison/luther #fic

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ao3feed-jily · 5 years

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The Words That Bind Us

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by Not_Your_Deers

Disclaimer: We Do Not Own Anything You Recognise and Everything You Don't. If we did we would be the Carriban on a private yatch not writing all inclusive Fanfictions.

Words: 1693, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

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#ao3feed #fanfic #Harry Potter #Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Potter #Lily Evans Potter

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ravenstakeflight · 20 days

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broken and damned (beaten and bruised)

Nightingale231

Is anything real in this world now? He doesn't know. They'd begun when the two of them - Soukoku in this and every life - had met and before. Everything collapses around them, splintering, and Dazai watches the Agency- Odasaku appears for a brief moment, flickering in and out of view in the chair Dazai himself usually sits in. He's staring Dazai down, eyes narrow. Dazai looks away, from one redhead to another. Chuuya's looking around, clearly taking everything in; he looks almost normal. He almost looks like he fits in the ADA meeting room, like this isn't their world and it's- "So," he murmurs, turning to Dazai and obviously ignoring their gawking - and grinning, but that's just Kenji-kun - audience. "How do you want to do this?"

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ao3feed-scorbus · 5 years

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The Words That Bind Us

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by Not_Your_Deers

Disclaimer: We Do Not Own Anything You Recognise and Everything You Don't. If we did we would be the Carriban on a private yatch not writing all inclusive Fanfictions.

Words: 1693, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2vf2RuU

#ao3feed #fanfic #scorbus #harrypotter #scorpius #albus

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ao3feed-snowbaz · 5 years

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The Words That Bind Us

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by Not_Your_Deers

Disclaimer: We Do Not Own Anything You Recognise and Everything You Don't. If we did we would be the Carriban on a private yatch not writing all inclusive Fanfictions.

Words: 1693, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

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#snowbaz #snowbaz fic #snowbaz fanfiction #snowbaz ao3feed

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years

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MARVEL FANFİCTİON İDEA (Mutant and Thanosson TonyStark)

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by Kaledya

Well ı have marvel fanfic idea this sound weird but it maybe will good fanfic hope you like and write this idea: and this is very au: 1-: Tony is a mutant (one of the most powerful mutants) 2-: Tony was born on earth but at age 9.Thanos saved him and raised him. 3-: Howard is a bad dad, he hates mutants and he will find Tony is a mutant. He experiments on tony and thanos come and take him (Thanos just came for tony. not attack earth) 4-: Tony is the favorite child of Thanos .he’s really likes and respects Thanos. Thanos is like a father to him but when Tony grows up and gets an arc reactor accident.(Yes, Don't waste your life scenes. but not yinsen. sorry) he doesn't agree Thanos idea, but still likes and respects thanos. 5- Tony in every movie examples: Tony is meeting Captain marvel and Nick Fury in 1990, tony helping them and becoming friends. (Tony calls nick fury with nicky. nick hates this) and nick give him a pager ( like captain marvel pager)

Words: 655, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012), X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Marvel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, Other

Characters: Tony Stark, Thanos (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Proxima Midnight, Ebony Maw, Carol Danvers, Nick Fury, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Stephen Strange, Ancient One (Marvel), Wong (Marvel), Peter Quill, Rocket Raccoon, Drax the Destroyer, Groot (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Ego the Living Planet, En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Hela (Marvel), Taneleer Tivan, Maria Stark, Edwin Jarvis, Ana Jarvis, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Peter Parker, Supergiant, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Peggy Carter, Hope Van Dyne, Scott Lang, Hank Pym, Charles Xavier, Logan (X-Men), Hank McCoy, Erik Lehnsherr, Ororo Munroe, Rogue (X-Men), Bobby Drake, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Kitty Pryde, Raven | Mystique

Relationships: Tony Stark & Thanos, Gamora & Tony Stark, Nebula & Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Avengers Team, T - Relationship

Additional Tags: Mutant Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Is a Good Bro, Thanos is Tony's father figure, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Howard Stark's Bad Parenting, Maria Stark's A+ Parenting, Tony Feels, Hurt Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Protective Tony Stark, BAMF Tony Stark, Tony-centric, Tony Stark-centric, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jarvis (Iron Man Movies) - Freeform, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, powerful tony, Mutants, Tony Being Tony, Tony Stark Still Has Arc Reactor, Tony Is A Genius, Action/Adventure, Mutant Powers, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony loves his family(Thanos Gamora Nebula), Tony is part of Blackorder, tony is a one of most powerful mutant, Tony is among the most dangerous persons in the galaxy, Thanos save Tony he was a child, Tony Stark Does What He Wants, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Post-Avengers (2012), Tony is thanos favorite son

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When You Hurt One Of Us (Sheith Secret Santa Fanfic)

Okay I think its been more than a year since I last posted a fanfic here but since my giftee is here so yeah! Here is my (VERY LATE IM SORRY) Sheith secret santa gift for Lucia-ik!!!! I hope you enjoy it dear~

Summary: There was a group of children at Hogwarts that never really fit in their houses. When these children bonded, they knew where they finally belonged, with each other. They were very protective of their small family. Very. Protective.

Notes: I’ve never read the Harry Potter series, only its fanfictions lol so I’M VERY VERY SORRY IF ITS NOT ACCURATE and I changed the school years a little. My version of Hogwarts enrolls students from age 11-20 because in my verse, they’re not encouraged to leave the school until they come into their magic which is roughly when a wizard is around 17-20 years old.

O.W.L’s and N.E.W.T’s are taken at the same age as usual. Students who have taken their N.E.W.T’s and have come into their magic can graduate or they can stay the extra 2-3 years at Hogwarts that will help fully prepare them for the working universe. In this story:

Ravenclaw - Lance (16 - halfblood), Matt (18 - muggleborn) Hufflepuff - Hunk (16 - pureblood) Gryffindor - Shiro (18 - unknown), Allura (18 - pureblood) Slytherin - Pidge (15 - muggleborn), Keith (17 - unknown)

All aliens in VLD are just a different type of magical creature in this fic.

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Lance peeked his head out of the corner, “Okay, coast is clear.”

“Y’know Lance, maybe tonight we shouldn’t head to the kitchen?” Hunk suggested with his shoulders hunched and his forefingers touching in small rapid movements.

“Pfft what are you talking about? We’re almost there.”

True enough, just one more turn into an empty corridor and they were standing in front of the infamous painting of fruits. Lance tickled the pear and heard it giggle before a knob magically appeared in a shimmer of gold dust. He turned it with a smile and opened the door to the kitchens.

“Lance-“

The ravenclaw glanced back at his Hufflepuff friend, “Hunk, c’mon.” He took one step into the kitchen still muttering under his breath, “What’s gotten in to you toda- OH MY GOD"

The kitchen didn’t have any elves at the moment since no meals were necessary so late into the night and they were too busy cleaning up the castle probably. Pidge was sitting at their usual wooden table in the middle of the deserted kitchen, legs crossed as she leaned her chin on right hand. Her latest crossover tech (combining muggle technology with magic) was left idly on the table as the Slytherin was smiled at the very thing Lance was gaping at.

Shiro was ravishing Keith’s lips but that wasn’t the (only) reason Lance was so shocked. It was more because of the position those two were in.

Keith’s back was pinned against the solid wall, thighs being impossibly pressed against his chest as Shiro hoisted him up with just his bare hands on Keith’s supple butt cheeks, supporting all of Keith’s weight. Keith’s black dragonhide pants left nothing to the imagination as his knees were bent over Shiro’s shoulders, ankles crossed and urging Shiro closer.

There was something aesthetically pleasing about the pretzel knot position Keith was in but Lance would rather ask Allura to the Yule ball before he even dared to admit that to Keith. Still, he wondered how flexible Keith really was since he wasn’t completely human.

Shiro, the supposed golden boy of Gryffindor and head prefect, didn’t even pause kissing his boyfriend breathless when they both heard Lance’s exclamation. And to be honest, if Shiro did stop, Keith’s fingers that were lost in Shiro’s hair would probably pull him right back in.

When the noises started to get a little obscene and Shiro’s fingers couldn’t help but squeeze those cheeks in his hands, Lance called it off.

“Okay that’s enough. KEITH, unpretzel yourself right now! SHIRO, you were supposed to be patrolling with Matt!”

Shiro bit Keith’s bottom lip one more time when Keith started leaning his head back to part their kiss. They shared a loving stare, admiring the other’s disheveled appearance. Shiro’s hair was a mess from Keith’s grabby fingers and Keith’s neck was adorned with various marks. Both their lips were red and plump from a very satisfying snogging session. Just as an afterthought, Shiro leaned into his boyfriend’s neck and began slowly kissing each mark he made. Watching from over Shiro’s shoulder, Keith wanted to laugh at the look on Lance’s face. He could tell the Ravenclaw was going to explode soon. Before Lance could physically pull them apart, Keith started stretching his legs out and did a semi split to untangle his limbs from Shiro’s shoulders.

When Keith was on the ground again, Shiro wrapped his arms loosely around Keith’s hips and kissed him chastely on the lips before they were both staring at each other again, smiling.

Lance groaned out loud at their inability to part from each other and the wave of magic that was constantly present whenever Keith and Shiro were in the same room. He deadpanned at Hunk and Pidge’s adoring expressions, “You guys knew they would be like this didn’t you?”

Hunk shrugged, “I tried warning you. My cousin couldn’t stop for at least a month after she found hers.”

Pidge just sighed happily, “It’s their honeymoon phase~”

“It’s not a phase if they’re never gonna get out of it.” Lance grumbled. He sighed as he looked at his two friends. He was happy for them, really he was but they were getting ridiculous with the love-struck staring.

It took a little over 10 minutes before Lance was finally able to usher Shiro out of the kitchen. Hunk started making use of the elf-less kitchen to make some late night snacks while Lance urged Keith to do some poses with him to test his flexibility.

“I’ve honestly never seen anyone do that before.” Lance referred to what Keith just did with Shiro. Lance took off his robe and draped it over one of the chairs at the table, leaving his skinny pants and plain prussian blue shirt on, “Let’s see how flexible you really are. No one can match me back at home.” Lance smirked with crossed arms.

Taking it as a challenge (like they do with everything), Keith agreed and took his own robes off. Lance narrowed his eyes at Keith’s neck and decided to cast a quick spell, changing Keith’s emerald shirt to an emerald turtleneck instead to cover the marks.

Keith deadpanned, “Really?”

“Really.” Lance theoretically gestured to Pidge, “KEITH, THINK OF THE CHILDREN!”

Lance was zapped with a wordless and wandless spell by said ‘child’ for that comment. Soon, they were both on the mats that Lance helped transfigured from two plates. Lance started with some stretches to loosen himself.

Starting with an easy pose, Lance asked, “Did you even warm up before you decided to pretzel?”

“Yeah.” Keith answered distractedly as he copied Lance’s split stretch, “Shiro helped-“

Lance pushed a forefinger to Keith’s lips, “Never ever tell me what it is that you and Shiro do.”

Pausing from continuing her project, Pidge grimaced from where she sat at the table, “I get sore just looking at you two do all that.”

Currently, both Lance and Keith were supported by their chins and shoulders as their body bent forward till the tip of their toes touched the mat, right in front of their faces. Keith had a relaxed expression on his face. He usually was after being with Shiro. Lance was both intrigued and a bit put out that Keith could match him and was basically as flexible as he was.

“Remind me again why you’re here tonight?” Pidge said out loud as she continued tinkering with two small devices, “I thought our match tomorrow would make you hang out with the lions tonight.”

“Actually…” Lance easily untangled himself and sat up straight, “I want Gryffindor to lose. They’ve had the quidditch cup for too long.”

At hearing that, Pidge smirked, “Why Lance! I didn’t know you were such a cunning raven! Are you actually suggesting of assisting us serpents against the battle with the lions?“

Hunk suddenly showed up with a tray of… some kind of food, “Why am I not included in all this?”

“You don’t play quidditch, Hunk.”

“Neither do you!” he frowned at Pidge and set the tray down on the table just as Lance helped Keith to stand up.

Pidge was still smirking, saying, “Yeah but Keith does.” As though that answered everything. In a way it did because Pidge didn’t like losing so she would find ways to make her quidditch team win. Unfortunately, against Gryffindor with a keeper like Shiro, a chaser like Allura, along with formidable beaters, not even Slytherin’s prodigy seeker could best them. Despite Keith catching the golden snitch in every single game ever played, it was never good enough to win them the cup.

"Well I have a few plans”, Lance sat down in front of Pidge and took out a parchment and quill from his robe that was still draped on the chair he was sitting on, “Okay, listen up…”

When Lance was done, Keith nodded, “It’s perfect.”

Lance’s head whipped so hard, it even surprised Keith, “Wait, really?”

Keith frowned and gestured at the parchment Lance had written his strategic play on like it was obvious, “Duh.” He pointed to one of the Slytherin chasers Lance had drawn and started explaining why Lance’s plan would work. Enthusiastic that someone like Keith actually liked his plan, the two of them started exchanging more and more ideas.

Meanwhile, Pidge was studying Lance. His plan was practically fullproof. Why didn’t he become the strategist for his own team? At the moment, Lance was only a reserve chaser for Ravenclaw. Before Pidge could ask, she felt Hunk nudge her side. She turned to see Hunk slowly shake his head. Pidge crossed her arms. She knew a little about Lance being ostracized for not being the right kind of Ravenclaw but how could anyone deny his plans? Heck, Pidge knew even Allura consulted him and that’s how they had been winning since three years ago.

Pidge sat back in her chair and took a good look around her. Lost children, that’s what they were. Didn’t really fit in anywhere. Hunk was a Hufflepuff that was almost too Ravenclaw with all his vast knowledge for both potions and magical theory. Lance was a Ravenclaw that wasn’t book smart but street smart instead with the courage of a Gryffindor. Herself, a Slytherin attitude with a very Ravenclaw brain. And then Keith, a Slytherin that wasn’t liked by anyone from his own house despite his contributions in both quidditch and studies. She would say Keith was a Gryffindor if she didn’t know any better but despite Keith’s reckless bravery, he was as loyal as a Hufflepuff, as sharp-witted as a Ravenclaw and with a deep-sated understanding of self-preservation only a Slytherin could have. Keith’s decisions sometimes made him seem heartless when in fact his ideas were the most practical and logical ones. Arguments with Keith usually led him to drive others away.

However, watching Keith and Lance banter lightly about other possible plays with Hunk on the side trying to cool them down made Pidge smile. She was glad they had each other. The misfit always fits with other misfits. They weren’t like Allura, Matt and Shiro who basically embodied their houses. Still, she was thankful for them. Matt who always supported them, often discussing animatedly about possibly new spells and potions with Hunk and helping Pidge with her latest projects, Allura who admired Lance’s brilliant mind and never took him for granted, and Shiro… Shiro who was always coaxing Keith out, always teaching him new moves on the broomstick, always teasing him and caring for him more than an older sibling, more than a friend. Despite all the shit that their houses sometime put them through, Pidge was glad they were all together.

Everyone had a different magical signature. It fully matured when a wizard was fully harmonized with their magic. Since children and adolescents were still volatile in regards to their emotion, their magic would not fully mature until the age ranging from 17 to 20 years old.

Keith, unlike most children, did not have the liberty or the freedom of a normal childhood. As an orphan under the care of the Blade of Marmora, Keith had matured much earlier and was able to fully control his magic at only the age of 12. However, before that age, Keith’s magic was too volatile to be enrolled into Hogwarts with the other first year 11-year-old children, thus the Marmora and the headmaster agreed that they would wait for Keith’s magic to fully settle before he was allowed to learn magic at the institute. Keith was the only one to begin his first year at Hogwarts at the age of 12.

Shiro, like many others, came fully into his magic at 18. The day that he did, he felt an itch under his skin. He ignored it and went through his normal routine. At breakfast, he joined the little group sitting at the end of the Hufflepuff table. Despite the tables being assigned by houses, not many of the students followed unless it was the grand dinner at the start or at the end of the school year. Any other time, they would sit wherever with whomever they wanted to. The staff didn’t seem to mind and there were no rules for seating placements at the Grand Hall.

It was a day like any other but for Keith and Shiro himself, it was the day they found each other. Shiro had sat in front of Keith that day, not noticing Keith’s wide eyes when he felt Shiro’s magic. Reaching out, Keith’s magic curiously touched Shiro’s and then they both felt their magic pulsing happily, twirling around each other.

Shiro and Keith stared at each other in a different light. It was Keith who spoke first. There was just a soft trace of laughter in his voice as he said, “It’s you..”

There was a foreign fondness in Keith’s voice when he said those words, making all their friends turn to look at them in surprise. As a Slytherin, Keith was often quiet unless prompted to speak. That didn’t count the snide remarks and petty fights he often had with Lance though. Still, even Pidge, Keith’s first friend and housemate, had never heard nor seen Keith exhibit such a soft voice and expression.

Shiro reached his hand over the table and entwined his fingers with Keith’s. His fingers squeezed and massaged Keith’s hand intermittently with gentle circular motions, both of them slowly smiling and just…letting their magic do the work. Allura was the first to gasp when she noticed their magical aura combining. She was the only one with such a gift for the past 5 generations of her family and what a gift it was, to witness Keith and Shiro’s aura wrapping around each other until they formed a new colour completely.

Pidge and Lance had stared at the entwined hands before they both shouted, “NO WAY” and just like that, the whole group was celebrating for their two friends.

The magical combination of compatible auras were in some way, similar to what the muggles often coined as ‘soulmates’.

At age 18, Shiro knew exactly who he would be spending the rest of his life with.

Shiro took his place as keeper and kept a vigilant lookout for the Slytherins throwing around the quaffle.

“Come here often, sir?” he heard a teasing voice from somewhere above him.

Shiro was already smiling before his eyes tracked down the opposing player in green. Keith was just lounging on his broomstick somewhere above the goal rings, that pretentious brat. Honestly, if Keith wasn’t such a good seeker, Shiro would have said that insult out loud.

“Shouldn’t you be patrolling for that little snitch?” Shiro teased back.

Keith rolled his eyes, “Does it matter if I go look for it now rather than later when it actually shows up?”

No it didn’t. In fact, rumours were that Keith was almost in tuned with the golden snitch. Matt and Pidge were the ones who offered the theory that Keith could actually hear the frequency of the golden snitch’s tiny wings due to his partial galra heritage and the only thing that would stop Keith from catching the small thing was if they were forced to wear noise-cancelling headphones during quidditch, which was never.

“AND THERE THEY GO!” Coran’s booming voice resounded throughout the pitch. Truly, there couldn’t be any other that suited as the commentator.

“Swift pass from red number 7 ther-! OH! STOLEN BY GREEN 19!!!”

Shiro braced himself as the Slytherin players approached. He was used to stopping their throws but at the final stretch before the ‘scoring area’ where only one chaser was allowed, the two Slytherin players initiated a very effective feint move involving a short throw-and-catch play, fooling Shiro easily before they scored the first goal of the game.

The crowds reacted in a mixture of awe, cheers, and disappointed grumbling.

The game continued with a change of momentum from all other previous Gryffindor-Slytherin matches. The Slytherin beaters seemed to know exactly when and where to time their hits, aiming the bludgers swiftly to the Gryffindor chasers who were about to catch the quaffle.

“Watch out for those bludgers!” Coran warned just as Allura herself had to back out from catching the quaffle in order to avoid a powerful hit from the bludger.

The quaffle was yet again stolen by the Slytherin chasers and despite experiencing the feint before, Shiro fell for it again, letting Slytherin gain 10 more points.

He could hear Keith’s muffled laughter from above him. There was something going on. A new play- Shiro looked up to Keith again and he knew what that mocking smile meant. They had the game all figured out.

After the next consecutive five goals, Keith called out, “Can’t keep up, old man?”

Shiro gripped his broomstick so hard he thought he could hear the wood start to crack. That brat was infuriating. Shiro adored him.

Too bad for the Slytherins that Shiro was quick to adapt after seeing the play again and again. They next feint was countered with Shiro’s own feint, effectively allowing him to block the quaffle from being thrown into one of the hoops.

Even Coran cheered for the Gryffindor keeper who finally managed to overcome Slytherin’s newest play.

Shiro smiled up at Keith, “What was that part again? Old man?”

Keith simply smiled back, posture stiff and threatening, “Just you wait.”

With Shiro’s save lifting everyone’s morale, Gryffindor finally had the strength to initiate counterattack.

Pidge adjusted her glasses from where she was sitting at the Ravenclaw tower stand. Since Matt and Lance were the majority (in term of house), Pidge and Hunk decided to join them instead of choosing to sit at other houses. Besides, the Ravenclaws were pretty much neutral since not many of them cared much for quidditch matches not involving their team, except Lance.

Whom by the way, was grumbling because of course Shiro could overcome his play after just 7 goals.

Matt just shrugged, “It’s Shiro. He practically raised all of you in quidditch. Can’t blame him for being able to overcome that. But it really was a good play. I’ve seen other teams try to perfect that but they never could because of the scoring area rule.”

“Thanks.” Lance smiled sincerely, “That’s the thing though. Number 19 and 20 from Slytherin, they.. Keith said they followed the rule book to a T. Obsessively. So I figured, if anyone could pull a feint before that line, it’d be those two. ‘Cuz they’d rather lose the game before breaking the rules.”

Hunk was happily looking through Matt’s self-made binoculars, “I think Keith just challenged Shiro or something. They got that weird ‘I’m-gonna-bring-you-down’ look they always make during practice.”

Pidge snorted, “Of course they would. After all…” She smirked up in Keith’s direction, “This isn’t over yet.”

Matt leaned towards his sister, “Careful Pidge, your Slytherin is showing~”

Gryffindor managed to score three times before something changed again. Keith mounted his broom properly before flying in front of Shiro to give him a mock two-finger salute, “Try to keep up, old man.”

Shiro was not at all expecting Keith to suddenly kick into overdrive as he dove straight into the game. At first, it seemed as though he was just flying in swift circles around the players. Keith moved so fast, Shiro saw him only as a green object. It looked as though Keith was chasing the golden snitch amidst the players. But even the Gryffindor seeker was looking incredulously at Keith, so that meant that the snitch was still not spotted yet. Again, Keith’s flying seemed harmless to Shiro. Except… it wasn’t.

“OH IT SLIPPED AGAIN!” Coran shouted with a little exasperation, “Perhaps the quaffle is a little slippery…” he muttered as an afterthought.

Shiro watched closer and then realization dawned on him. He only noticed after hearing Coran’s comment. Allura always caught the quaffle perfectly during practice but ever since Keith started circulating the pitch, Allura and the other two chasers failed to properly secure the quaffle in their hold, three out of five times losing it to the Slytherin chasers.

Finally, Shiro understood.

It was just a subtle thing that Keith was doing but it worked. Merlin, it was genius. Shiro let out a chuckle. He hadn’t ever seen this kind of play before, only heard of it.

Misdirection was a funny thing. And Keith, the swiftest flyer Hogwarts had ever seen in the past 50 years was definitely capable of initiating this play. He was fast enough to distract the chasers for a split second and was skillful enough to navigate, pause, break and turn his broom at will.

Heck that little green brat even affected Shiro at the goal post. All it took was a distraction close enough in Shiro’s eyesight and suddenly, he was fooled by the feint he had just learned to overcome earlier. When Slytherin scored again, Shiro could hear Keith’s laughter. And he couldn’t help but laugh along. Even though Shiro had never lost to Slytherin before, he felt as though he wouldn’t mind losing this game. The play was too good.

When he caught Keith’s attention, Shiro smiled in defeat while shaking his head slowly. And Keith, the mature brat that he was, gave Shiro his cheekiest grin.

Lance and Hunk were the only ones standing in the tower stand as they cheered for Keith. It was old news that their group rarely supported the housing system, just each other. Lance got a glare from Allura when she heard Lance cheering for her current enemy.

“Whoops.” Lance grimaced before he shouted in Allura’s direction, “YOU’RE STILL THE ONLY ONE FOR ME, ALLURA!” and then he added as a whisper, “…even if you lose this game, haha.”

Pidge was smiling at her fellow housemates. They didn’t even practice this play. It was just explained earlier in the changing room and yet they were pulling it off as though they’d been practicing it for months. Even she couldn’t escape from cheering for them every time they scored. She was surprised Matt wasn’t laughing at Shiro or something.

When she turned to her brother, she noticed him scowling.

“Matt? What’s wrong?”

“Katie…” he started without looking away from where he was scowling, “Remember those lions that I told you about? The ones who accused Keith of manipulating Shiro’s magic to bond with Keith’s?”

Pidge started frowning. Those prats were the worst kind of people. Prejudiced and so insistent on taking the house traits seriously. They never liked Shiro befriending Keith or herself but it got worse when they found out Shiro and Keith’s magic had officially bonded.

“’Course I do. Why?”

Matt finally looked at his sister, all seriousness in his eyes, “They just left their stand. And they’ve been glaring at Keith throughout the whole game.”

Keith loved flying. He never enjoyed quidditch much. Most of his love for the sport was an extension of Shiro’s own feelings. The game was so strange to Keith but who was he to judge that? Still, flying was Keith’s favourite pastime and only hobby. He almost hugged Kolivan when the Marmora presented him his first own broomstick. It meant a lot when Keith knew that the Marmora themselves weren’t big on ‘gifts’. He was able to train with Shiro much better after that. The school broomsticks didn’t move quite as smoothly as the latest ones that had a more aerodynamic design.

As Keith once more distracted Shiro from blocking the goal hoops, he heard the familiar fluttering of the golden snitch. He couldn’t see it yet but it was definitely released already. Keith smirked. As long as the Gryffindor seeker didn’t spot it yet, they could prolong the game for as long as it was necessary to keep the quidditch cup out of Gryffindor hands. If Keith could just… get them more than 300 points ahead, it should be enough. Besides, if they could repeat the current strategy against the other houses, they were a shoo-in to win the cup.

He kept distracting the chasers and Shiro all the while keeping an eye on the Gryffindor seeker. After Slytherin scored 3 more times and Gryffindor scored once, the red seeker finally spotted the golden snitch.

With an easy-looking maneuver, Keith swiftly flew towards that annoying fluttering sound. It would only be about a 250-point lead but that was better than what they originally expected. Without Lance’s play, Gryffindor would have won whether or not Keith caught the snitch. He was so gonna get those stupid (yet really expensive) ingredients Lance always wanted to create the perfect face mask or whatever it was that he used before bed time. It was a tradition he learned from the muggle world. Keith never knew why some wizards hated the muggles. Those people built buildings with their bare hands (indirectly but still using their hands nonetheless to create those…. ‘machines’ Pidge called them) and created weapons to fight for them. Muggles were impressive.

Getting his head back in the game, Keith had already outflow the Gryffindor seeker and he could finally see the fluttering golden snitch.

Keith reached his hand out. He could feel the cool golden metal despite his thick gloves as his fingers wrapped around the snitch.

“Gotcha” he whispered to himself.

All of a sudden, Keith’s outstretched arm exploded in sharp pain. Keith let out a hoarse scream as he felt himself swerve to the left from the massive impact. He was disoriented from the pain for a few seconds before he managed to balance his broom again.

His right arm was broken and was resting at a very odd angle.

Keith gritted his teeth. Then, the shouting started. Keith looked up to see more than a dozen bludgers moving all over the pitch. The students were screaming as some bludgers went through the tower stands and others were trying futilely to stop the rogue bludgers with ‘finite incantatem’ spells. The beaters from both teams were shouting for their teammates to dismount as they deflected what they could with their bats.

But four beaters couldn’t honestly battle more than 12 rogue bludgers.

Despite the pain in his arm, Keith flew. He was their fastest flyer, he had to help. Before three bludgers could hit Allura, Keith swiftly tackled her and practically pushed her with her broom towards one of the exits.

“KEITH!”

“GET OUT OF HERE!”

Allura’s eyes were wide with fear when she saw his arm, “Y-Your arm-“

“ARGH!” a loud cry from the pitch broke off Allura’s sentence.

Keith’s head snapped at that sound. He knew that voice.

Turning away from Allura, Keith quickly flew towards Shiro. One of the bludgers had hit Shiro’s broom, breaking it into two.

On any other occasion, Keith would have enjoyed the exhilarating wind against his face. But at that moment, all he wanted was to go fast enough to catch Shiro.

“SHIRO!!”

Keith didn’t even care that one of his arm was broken. He reached out his uninjured arm and-… “GOTCHA!” Keith gripped Shiro’s arm and let them descend towards the ground.

Shiro’s momentum from falling off his own broom pulled them quickly towards the pitch but it was at a speed that they would survive from. Around 10 of the rogue bludgers were finally tamed by the professors by then. Unfortunately, Keith was not so lucky.

Just a few feet more from reaching the ground, Shiro saw it coming from his left. In that split second, he could tell by the speed they were moving that it would hit Keith. He could only look up at his bondmate, pure fear in his eyes when he shouted, “KEITH LOOK OUT!”

It hit Keith on the side. And in that short amount of time, Keith knew to let Shiro go so that he wouldn’t be dragged along for the ride. Shiro fell the last few feet and landed on his back with the wind knocked out of his breath. But he couldn’t care less about the trauma as he immediately sat up to look for Keith.

The hit from the bludger made Keith lose control of his broom, causing him to land roughly onto the pitch, breaking his broomstick and other parts of his body as well. It wasn’t just his arm in a weird angle this time.

The final bludger was tamed. The teachers were running towards the pitch. Pidge, Lance, Hunk and Matt were running down the stairs of the tower stand. And Shiro was running towards Keith. At first, there was no sound. And Shiro felt dread fill him. But he could still feel their bond. Keith was still alive. Shiro begged that Keith was just unconscious. That’s why he was so quiet.

But suddenly, Keith screamed.

It was a long cry of strangled pain, over and over again.

It was a sound that Shiro would never forget.

It was a few hours before they could finally see Keith and Shiro at the hospital wing. Shiro was admitted overnight as a precaution for the trauma from his fall. And Keith was admitted, obviously, for his multiple injuries, not limited to broken bones and crushed organs.

“Hey guys.” Pidge was the first to approach the only occupied beds, Lance and Hunk close behind her.

Shiro was out of his bed, opting to sit on the chair beside Keith’s bed instead. His hand was tenderly gentling Keith’s uninjured left hand.

“Hey.” Keith croaked weakly at his housemate.

Pidge quickly jumped to sit on Keith’s other side, carefully avoiding his arm. She smiled softly at Keith, “You look like shit dude.”

Keith snorted.

He did look like shit. His whole torso, right arm, pelvic region and left leg were completely wrapped in bandages. They had to save his crushed organs first from the second bludger hit. That took more than two hours. The rest of the time was used to setting his bones again before administering the skele-gro potion to allow the bones to reconnect properly.

Lance and Hunk hovered at the foot of Keith’s bed. Hunk raised a small pouch and dangled it, “Made your fav cookies! Shay helped pack’em. This pouch is much bigger on the inside than on the outside, fyi. And I made around 5 batches. Coated them all individually with that white chocolate Klaizap sent to you, it was on your bed I hope you don’t mind. Of course, I had to melt them first before I could coat the cookies and then leave them on the drying tray, I mean, THAT was how long we had to wait to see you.”

Keith gave a weak laugh. Only Hunk would stress-bake 200 cookies for him and nervously rant about it, “Thanks Hunk..”

Lance hid his sadness at seeing Keith sprawled on the hospital bed by pretending everything was fine, “Dude. You were awesome. If it wasn’t because you were practically fighting against your own quidditch mentor here-“ he gestured his head towards Shiro, “-you would have easily scored that 300 lead.”

Shiro shook his head slowly with that same smile he gave Keith after the misdirection play, “That was the best play I’ve ever seen.” He turned to Lance, “Allura’s gonna be pissed you didn’t share it with her instead.”

Keith croaked out with a soft sneer, “Heh. Good luck with that.. Only someone as fast as me can run that play.”

Lance raised his hands exasperatedly, “Obviously he’s fine enough to compliment himself, ladies and gentlemen.”

They all laughed at that, all of them ignoring that rogue bludgers almost killed their friend. Ignoring that Keith could have died. Ignoring that they had all heard Keith’s pure unadulterated screams on that pitch. Ignorance was bliss. They could share this small moment, just making Keith smile.

After a few minutes, they all heard a woman clear her throat.

Lance was the one who pouted at the matron, “Just 5 more minutes please~? I promise we’ll go to dinner in just fiiiiiivvveee more minutes!”

The matron did not look happy at Lance, Pidge and Hunk. In the end, Shiro was the one who encouraged them to go get some dinner before everything vanished.

“Fine.” Pidge grumbled, “But we’re coming back tomorrow.”

Shiro chuckled, “We won’t stop you.”

Keith inclined his head towards his friends, “..see you guys tomorrow.”

“Bye mullet head.” Lance gave a small wave.

Hunk placed the pouch of cookies on Keith’s bedside, “Goodnight Keith.”

Pidge didn’t say anything from where she sat beside Keith. Instead, she just gently caressed the back of her fingers against his cheek. All she could think was that those people had hurt what was theirs. Pidge knew that none of them ‘belonged’ to their houses because their houses didn’t fully accept them, so alternately they belonged to each other. And those people had hurt their Keith. Then her eyes met Shiro’s in a silent reverent stare.

Shiro nodded and said, “Have fun.”

The matron quickly ushered the trio after that. She locked the hospital wing to avoid any more visitors. She approached Keith’s bed and gave Shiro a disapproving glare, “I would urge all patients to sleep on their own beds, Shirogane.”

“My magic helps him heal, madam.”

And it did. Their magic had bonded. Physical touch between bonded wizards helped to heal injuries by distributing their magical core.

The matron’s expression soften when Shiro reminded her of their bond, “Yes yes… That would help greatly. Nasty little thing that skele-gro potion.. They still haven’t made a pain reliever to go with it.”

“Thank you, madam.”

Excusing herself for the night, she left to stay in her office. It would be another 5 hours before Keith could take a pain reliever potion. Once her door closed, Shiro cast a muffliato charm surrounding Keith’s bed.

“It’s okay Keith…” He spoke softly, “It’s okay to let go now.”

Keith’s eyelids fluttered as he did as he was told. The coast was finally clear.

It started with little twitches in Keith’s left hand and feet. The tension of keeping his body locked up slowly eased. His breath quickened, matching the rapid rise and deflation of his chest. The twitches turned to full spasms followed by a wet sob. That was when the tears started flowing and the dam was broken.

Shiro watched as Keith dropped all his masks and cried out all the agonizing pain he was truly suffering. And all Shiro could do was return the grip Keith had on his hand.

“..it…” Keith hiccupped through an intense sob, “…hurts.. Taka-…shi…”

“I know.” Shiro cupped Keith’s face, locking their eyes together, “I need you to hold on, Keith. I’m right here, okay?”

Keith nodded, and weakly pulled Shiro’s hand. Shiro got the message before laughing, “This is not how I planned to get in your bed, Keith.”

In midst the endless tears and sobs, Keith let out a wet laugh, “Shut up-…and get in here..”

“Bossy.” But Shiro complied, making sure to avoid all of Keith’s injuries. He was somehow able to join Keith on the bed by sacrificing his arm as a pillow (the actual pillow used as a cushion for Keith’s side). Keith still held onto Shiro’s hand, taking deep breaths throughout the torment of his injuries. All the while, Shiro kissed his head, wiped his tears away and whispered comfort in his ear.

Their magic entwined and wrapped them both in a cocoon. Miraculously, even without a pain reliever potion, Keith eventually fell asleep in Shiro’s arms.

Pidge, Lance and Hunk never went to get dinner. They never planned to. There was too much anger thrumming under their skin. The moment they turned to the first corridor outside the hospital wing, they saw Matt and Kolivan talking. When the three of them approached, Matt and Kolivan turned towards them.

Kolivan looked into their eyes one by one. Whatever he was looking for, he found it. The leader of the Blade of Marmora inclined his head towards them, his own version of a tacit approval, before making a quiet exit out of the castle. He was present during Keith’s surgery that was conducted both by a blade healer and a healer from St Mungos. Keith’s mixture of anatomy was luckily not an issue with both of them present. The discrimination that Kolivan knew Keith suffered made him believe that the perpetrators would escape unscathed. But then Matt spoke to him and proved his words when Kolivan saw Pidge, Lance and Hunk. He saw a similar look in Shiro’s eyes earlier as well. If it wasn’t for Keith needing Shiro’s presence, Kolivan was certain Shiro would have dealt with ‘them’ on his own.

Once the Marmora leader was out of sight, Matt turned to his two friends and younger sister, “We have 6 hours. Allura, Shay, Luxia and Olia are dealing with our alibis. Nyma and Rolo are standing guard right now outside the… classroom.” Matt smirked, “Shiro’s joining us after he can finally give Keith a pain reliever potion.”

Lance tilted his head with a bored expression but his eyes reflected how eager he was to meet the people that dared to hurt his friends, “What are we still doing here then?”

Hunk lifted his hand as though to ask a question, “Um.. I have these potion recipes that my parents never allowed me to make because they said it had…questionable effects to its drinkers.”

There was an awkward pause of stunned silence where everyone just stared at the Hufflepuff before Hunk continued, “I… also know the antidote recipes..? So its not like.. y’know. A forever thing. I just wanna know what happens.”

Pidge huffed a small laugh, smiling at her brother, “I guess they’re lucky Shiro only gets an hour with them, huh?”

“You have no idea.” Matt shook his head slowly, still looking at Hunk with a bewildered expression, “But 5 hours with you guys should be interesting.”

Keith stirred and started feeling the pain all over his body again. The white hot pain was coming back and he didn’t want it anymore. He whimpered and shook his head. He didn’t want to wake up. He couldn’t- Not again, not again, please, pleas-

“Shhh Keith, it’s okay.” Shiro whispered softly, quieting his pleas. Keith didn’t even realize he was saying it out loud until Shiro spoke over him.

Keith heard a distant “I got it, Madam.” before he felt the bed dip beside his head and then Shiro was there pressing their lips together. Keith made a questioning noise but otherwise didn’t complain. He especially did not complain when he tasted the familiar liquid Shiro was forcing down his throat from their kiss. He could feel himself slowly floating on a cloud, the pain ebbing away into a dull ache that was barely noticeable.

His mind was finally calm and he could breathe easily again. Keith opened his eyes properly only to be greeted by Shiro’s blinding smile, “Better?”

Shiro had braced himself rather ingeniously, hovering the way he was over Keith’s recovering body without crushing him. Since Keith was able to think clearly, he contemplated silently before deciding to swat his boyfriend’s arm, “You just wanted to do that ‘medicine kiss’ with me didn’t you?”

Truthfully, he could have just helped Keith sit up to drink the potion. It’s not like Keith’s spine was injured or anything. Keith glared at Shiro until the Gryffindor gave him a sheepish look that was answer enough. A few weeks ago, sometime after their magic bonded, they had watched a ‘movie’ Lance had brought to Hogwarts and Pidge and Matt managed to build their own device that mixed a little muggle technology and few simple spells to display all the contents of the ‘CD’. The movie wasn’t that interesting but Keith remembered how obsessed Shiro was with the ‘intimate healing trope’ Hunk called it. Shiro was specifically interested in the ‘mouth-to-mouth medicine dosing’.

Keith chuckled when Shiro started pouting slightly. Keith wrapped his uninjured left hand around Shiro’s neck and pulled him down till their noses touched, “Kiss me properly already, old man.”

“Brat.” Shiro teased fondly before complying with the much needed kiss. What they didn’t say in words, they expressed with the urgency to be intimate. Keith breathed in their magic, so saturated around them after a whole night of sharing their magical core. Keith could feel traces of Shiro’s fear of losing him but he felt Shiro’s relief the most. They didn’t even hear the matron clearing her throat rather loudly. Unfortunately, their snogging session was short-lived when the pain reliever fully kicked in and Keith started slipping back into sleep.

Shiro parted their kiss and stroked Keith’s cheek gently, “Sleep, Keith.” he whispered quietly.

And Keith did.

A crack resounded in the previously abandoned classroom.

Matt turned to Shiro, surprised to see that his friend had apparated so easily. Shiro just shook his head at Matt’s questioning eyebrow lift, “That wasn’t me. Klaizap brought me here. Said I’d run into the headmaster if he didn’t take me here directly.”

“Of course that little guy would know where we are.” Then Matt let out an exaggerated relieved sigh, “PHEW! For a second there, I thought you learned to overcome the anti-apparition charm and anti-disapparition jinx before I did!”

“I’ll leave that to you and Pidge, thank you.” They both laughed before Shiro’s friendly demeanor suddenly took a sharp turn as he remembered how much his bondmate had suffered during and after the bludger incident. He was sure Pidge, Lance and Hunk were still having fun but their time was up. Shiro had a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes when he asked Matt slowly, “My turn now to play with them, isn’t it?”

Author’s Note: I always believe there’s this line that people would cross when you push them to their limit, directly or indirectly. And when you mix that with magic, damn. Imagine the possibilities… I know I made it like it was off-screen torture or something but IMAGINE, the paladins are hardly dumb, and they have magic, imagine the amount of times you can hurt and heal, hurt and heal, make them forget, CHANGE them. I like how some hp ff emphasized on the greyness of magic, light and dark. Not all light-affiliated wizards are good and not all dark-affiliated wizards are bad. This fic isn’t really about this distinction but more on what magic could actually do and how it would affect morality.

The paladins and the accomplices (the girls I mentioned in passing) are exacting revenge because they CAN. If someone did what those teens did to one of your own, hurting them as much as Keith was hurt, and you had the ability to return the gesture without a trace and without leaving permanent damage, would you?

Anyway, I really enjoyed writing that, it’s been awhile since I wrote something like this… I hope you guys liked it. Maybe one day I’ll write a full fic with the whole 7 book shibang hahahah I love wandless wordless Pidge urgh I might continue just for her sake tbh

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