#what even are cauldron cakes supposed to be?

[basiatlu]

trick or treat!

This Trick of Treat doodle was sponsored by the candy trolley lady on the Hogwarts Express.

#what even are cauldron cakes supposed to be? #I figured a spin on hohos or cupcakes #Little Dead Debbie cakes #trick or treat #halloween #harry potter #drawing #art #sketch #doodle

[daycourtofficial]

Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun

Summary: based on this ask - Cassian has a secret about you and Azriel, and he accidentally lets it slip to you that the two of you are mates.

Pairing: Rhysand’s sister!reader x Azriel

Warnings: none? I don’t think.

“What do you know?”

Cassian drops his container of oatmeal, grumbling as he picks it up. He closes the cabinet to find you impossibly close to him, keeping him in place.

His surprise is all over his face as you roll your eyes and tell him, “you’ve been acting weird lately around me. You know something. Tell me.”

Not a request, but a demand. You might not be high lady, but as Rhysand’s little sister, you have mastered the commanding voice he uses to force others to yield to his demands.

“I don’t know anything,” he mumbles, trying to push past you. You don’t yield to him, keeping him trapped in front of one of the kitchen cabinets.

“You know something,” you simply repeat. “Something about me.”

“Not everything revolves around you, sweetheart.”

You sigh. Cassian wasn’t a great secret keeper if the secret was about himself, but if it was about someone else, he’d protect it with his life.

“Besides, even if I did know something about you, which I don’t,” he says, pushing you out of his way, “I wouldn’t tell you.”

He gets a few steps away from you when you exclaim, “I’ll tell Rhys about what really happened when you destroyed that building in Summer!”

He balks at you, a secret you came to discover on accident because Cassian was projecting his thoughts too loudly for you not to notice. As a daemati, you tried to keep your powers to yourself as much as possible, but some people, Cassian especially, think really loudly sometimes.

“You’re not even supposed to know that! You only do because you’re nosey and have freaky mind powers.”

You scoff, crossing your arms, “I could use my freaky mind powers right now to find out what you know.”

Cassian’s quick to reply, “if you do I’ll tell Rhys and you’ll be in trouble.”

“Tattle-tell.”

“Freaky mind girl.”

You two are staring each other down, neither of you budging when you gently caress Cassian’s mind with your talon in the way you know makes him cringe.

“Fine- fine! You’re Azriel’s mate - leave my mind alone!”

Your face quickly morphs into shock at Cassian’s words. Cassian slaps his hands over his mouth as if he could bring the words back.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you did.”

Cassian’s eyes roam around the room, “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Your eyebrows raise at that, crossing your arms. “Then who you were talking to?”

Cassian pauses, then softly says, “myself?”

You narrow your eyes, “you, who are already mated to Nesta, are Azriel’s mate?”

Cassian shrugs, inching closer and closer to the door. “What can I say - the cauldron loves me?”

You give Cassian a pointed look, but continue with the lie. “Is he… is he disappointed that you’re his mate?”

Now that takes Cassian for a loop. He blinks a few times at your insecurity. You, who was just as confident as Cassian was, looking so small in this moment.

“Er- no. He’s not disappointed that I’m his mate.” Cassian steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him. “He’s excited, he just doesn’t know how to tell me.”

A smile graces your lips, searching Cassian’s eyes for any hint of a lie.

“Thanks, Cass. I hope you’re excited about it, too.”

Cassian snorts, “Nesta would be ecstatic if someone could take me off her hands every so often.”

Cassian leaves, not after giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a plan begins to take root in your mind.

A few days later, every member of the inner circle is gathered at the table for family dinner. Tonight you’re seated next to Azriel, who hasn’t acted any differently towards you.

Your plan tonight will either confirm or deny Cassian’s words with little consequence if Cassian was wrong.

“Hang on everyone, I have a surprise.”

You leave the table and come back with a white cake. You place the cake on the table, pick up a knife, and start slicing the cake.

“Well, Azriel was out on a mission for his birthday because his boss sucks,” you throw a glance to your brother while sticking your tongue out, “so I made a cake for him so we could celebrate.”

You plate the slice, put a fork on the plate, and pass it to Azriel. The color has drained from his and Cassian’s faces, as they both look at the cake in front of the shadowsinger.

“It’s your favorite,” you say, with a sugary sweet smile. “I know we’re doing something this weekend for his birthday, but I thought I’d make this for tonight.”

You’re distributing other pieces around the table, the others unaware of the meaning behind Azriel and Cassian’s faces.

“I’m not very hungry,” Azriel says, “dinner was quite filling.”

Rhys looks at Azriel as he takes a bite of your cake, “I’ve never known you to decline dessert, especially not her cakes.”

All eyes are on Azriel, his notorious sweet tooth betraying him once again. He looks to Cassian for assistance, who has already finished his plate of cake.

He looks to you, a smirk adorning your features.

Oh. He thinks. You know. He looks again towards Cassian, who is avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.

Fucking traitor.

“Fine, fine.” If you can be stubborn and pigheaded, so can he. He picks up his fork, maintaining eye contact with you as he picks up cake on his fork. You look at him, your eyes piercing his soul. He can feel your emotions through the bond, and all he can feel is excitement.

You want him. You want him to take the bite, you want him to be the one to make things real.

He maintains eye contact as he brings the fork to his mouth, a millimeter from his lips he whispers, “you want this?”

The sight of your cake a second away from his lips, everything you’ve ever felt for Azriel, all leads you to nod your head imperceptibly. He takes the bite, savoring every second of the chocolate flavor.

His favorite flavor.

His stubborn, pigheaded mate did all this to nudge him. His beautiful, headstrong mate, both so much like his brother and so distinctly herself. The scent of the mating bond fills the room, and Rhys starts asking what’s happening, when Azriel lunges for you, wrapping you in his arms as he winnows the two of you away.

Cassian told you about the bond, and now he can tell everyone else about it as you and Azriel spend the next few days in a frenzy of clothes and mouths and love.

“You little minx,” he tells you as you two appear in a secluded cabin. You laugh before taking in your surroundings.

“Where are we?”

It was a quaint cabin, probably two or three bedrooms, and the two of you landed right in it’s living room.

“Well, when the bond snapped for me, I figured the last place you’d want to undergo the frenzy at would be in your brother’s home.”

You smirk at him, “and you just assumed I’d accept it?”

He looks at you, hope in his eyes and in your chest as you feel everything he feels now. “I had hoped. Cassian told me you’d be a fool not to.”

You smile, moving closer to him, “I would have been a fool not to want you.”

He wraps his arms around you, one hand tucking your hair behind your ear. “And I’d be a fool not to try to win your affections. I had a whole plan, you know.”

You gaze up at him, his lips looking incredibly inviting, but you focus on the words coming from them. “What was your plan?”

His thumb swipes across your jaw, “I was going to make you fall in love with me.”

You push your face forward, mere inches from his own, telling him, “I already was.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, and you laugh. “Not a great spymaster, are you?”

It’s his turn to move forward, your lips a whisper apart. You can feel his breath as he tells you, “I couldn’t bear to know, one way or another, how you felt. So I pretended to love Mor, I knew she’d never return my affections, and I thought I’d be safe from the heartbreak.”

“But one day I woke up, and I decided that that was no way to live. So I dropped the act, and pretty soon afterwards the bond snapped.”

His smile falters for a second, before continuing. “I think - I think I had to feel deserving of you before the bond would snap. Not that I deserve you,” he corrects himself, his thumb trailing over your cheek, “but that I could be. That I could be enough for you.”

Doubt and insecurity swims in your chest, and you lightly tug the bond for the first time. It jolts him from his stupor, his grip on you tightening momentarily.

You look up at him, sending love and adoration down the bond. “Having you as a mate is enough for me. You are enough for me.”

He surges forward, his lips meeting yours. The kiss is warm, inviting, like coming home after a hard day. His hands on you feel right. He presses into you, both of you shoving love down the bond toward each other.

You’d have a nightmare to return home to, everyone already freaking out over Cassian’s news to them all. Their excitement for you two clashing with the absurdity of it all.

But that is for another time. Right now, you are enjoying learning everything about your mate’s body and teaching him about yours.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar writing #azriel x y/n

[desideriumwriter]

Late Night Escape

just a simple fred weasley blurb thats been sitting around for awhile, reader gets called "Ms" once but other than that no pronouns used, 0.7k

It’s been another restless night. The stress of your O.W.L.s being only days away has kept your mind racing.

So now, instead of being in bed, you sat on the ledge of one of the windows in the third floor corridor. 

You needed a change of setting, and this was surprisingly more peaceful rather than the common room, where you could hear the snores of knocked out teenage boys from their dorms.

“What are you doing roaming the castle this late, Ms.Y/L/N?” A voice came from behind you, it sounded like a poor imitation of Professor Snapes.

You whipped your head around, only to be met with a tall, ginger haired boy slowly walking towards you, both hands behind his back, eyes narrowed and his soft lips pursed together. Giving you his best impression of the school's potions master.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Mr.Weasley.” You quirked.

“Business reasons. It’s classified, only known to me and George.” He made a motion of zipping his lips together, locking them, and then throwing away the invisible key. It earned an amused scoff and eye roll from you.

“Sounds serious.” You quipped. “I wonder if it has anything to do with your tricks, I've overheard the two of you planning to pull some new ones soon.” 

“I may or may not need to make a stop at Zonko's. There’s a possibility I could be running low on Stink Pellets.” He shrugged and looked to the side as he sat on the ledge next to you, only to look back at you with an intrigued look.

“You never answered my question. What’re you doing out of your dorm?” 

“I can’t sleep.” Your voice is quiet and you avoid his eyes, there’s a sudden sad demeanor to your tone.

Fred’s face softens in response, he can see your face clearer now, your features being lit by the moonlight pouring through the window.

“Well, would you like to come with me?” He tilted his head down, trying to look into your eyes.

“What?” Your eyes shot up to his.

“Would you like to come along with me to Zonkos?” He tapped his fingers along the stone edge you were both sitting on. 

“We could stop by Honeydukes first, maybe swipe a few cauldron cakes...” He sang, adding persuasion to his offer. He knew those were your favorite.

You didn’t respond. Only sighed, trying to figure out if you were willing enough to take the risk of sneaking out of the castle, especially this late.

"Come on! Breaking the rules for one night is no sin, right?" A mischievous smile lit up on his face.

“That’s easy for you to say, you break them everyday.” You nudged him with your foot.

“And you’re not already breaking a rule right now?” He cocked a brow at you. You sighed in defeat, he was right.

You weren’t supposed to wander around the grounds at this time, you shouldn’t even be up at this time. You should be in bed. Or at least be in your common room. However, this was better than lying awake or pacing around in the common room.

“Fine. But how could we possibly get there?” 

“We just take the secret passage.” 

“There’s a secret passage?” 

“Absolutely there is!” He sat up straight. “And I know all seven of them.” He said proudly. “Got them all mapped out up here.” He brought a finger up to point at his head.

You took a minute to think. 

“What if we get caught?”

“When have I ever gotten caught?” Fred scoffed, you cheekily smiled at him, knowing you couldn’t even count on your hands the amount of times you’ve seen him and his brother get dragged off by Flich. 

“Don't answer that.” He shot up from his spot, standing tall and excited.

“Well, are you going or not? Better make a decision soon.” Fred held out his hand, waiting for you to place yours in his as he looked around, making sure there was no sight of Flich roaming near.

“Fine, I guess I’ll come along.” Your voice trailed off as you slowly got off the ledge.

“Hurry up then!” He laughed, “We can’t get caught!” Fred shouted, yet his voice was still at the level of a whisper. 

He tried to sound stern, but the excitement in his voice overtook everything else.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You chuckled and shook your head, happily grabbing onto his hand, letting him drag you along as you both sped towards the one-eyed witch statue. You shushed each other, trying to keep your feet and giggles quiet. You were right. This was much better than lying awake.

tell me what you thought!

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[apollodarling-writes]

Can you write a dialogue between Yandere High lord Rhysand from ACOTAR and male reader about after reader escaped and ran away from his wedding/mating ceremony and Rhysand catches reader agian maybe you could add smut of Rhys forces reader to accept the mating bound and then Rhysand goes through a feranzy and Reader going through heat. If it to much you don’t have too and I couldn’t see if your requests are open or not 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

yan! high lord rhysand with a male! reader who ran away from their mating ceremony

cws : yandere themes, dubcon elements if you squint, forced mating bond, reader in heat (i hope i did this well enough), rhysand in a frenzy, kidnapping, mind-break implied, mean! rhysand, dom! rhys + sub! reader, toxic! rhys, reader whimpers, throatfucking, magic used to aid in a penile and anal stimulation, darkness used for added stimulation, idk the extent of rhysand's powers but i imagine he can do wtv the hell he wants, uhhh dacryphilia, overstim, possessive! rhys, kinda degradation??, the term pretty is used but its in a degrading way, he calls you little mate, spanking, handjob, ball-fondling??????, literal marking, mate marking, a little bit of blood bc of biting,

mdni !!

author note : this is my first time writing for an amab reader. if its not any good, im so so sorry. i did try really hard. idk much about amab anatomy or what it feels like so pls forgive me. i hope this was good and i hope it was what you were looking for!!

it was safe to say that rhysand was livid. after all that he’s done for you, he only asked that you accepted the mate bond, but you couldn’t even do that. a snarl tears through his lips as he orders his inner circle to immediately begin searching for you. feyre was long gone— he’d made sure to ship her back off to tamlin after he’d made a deal to use the cauldron to create a mating bond with you.

rhysand was sure that you knew. it was no wonder that you’d try to run from him, but he thought you knew better. this was supposed to be a special night for the two of you. you were supposed to go through with your part of the mating ceremony, the two of you would fuck on every surface of the home he had built for this purpose specifically, then he would announce you as his husband— his mate. but of course, you just had to be a brat.

rhysand tugged on the bond, a spike of fear being sent through from your end. he was silently glad that he hadn’t taught you everything he did feyre— he could enter your mind whenever he pleased without worrying about you shutting him out.

“i’ll find you, little mate. you can’t run from me forever.”

he makes sure to send a fraction of his rage through the bond before shutting it off completely. that’ll send you into a state of panic, make your movements sloppy, blah blah blah. it’ll be a piece of cake.

it doesn’t take long before azriel finds you. shit, azriel has been keeping his mate captive, so it’s no wonder he’d be so willing. rhysand is quick to winnow to your location — only a few miles from the border of the night court. you must've had help...

“hello, little mate.” rhysand purrs, fingers darting out to grip your collar. he watches with a sick pleasure as your eyes widen with fear, your hands desperately trying to claw his off of you; it was futile. rhysand winnows the two of you back to your home feeling his cock grow hard the more you struggle against his grip.

“if you want to be a brat, then i’ll fuck it out of you.” rhysand growls. “but first, you’ll make me something to eat.”

rhysand ushers you to the kitchen, his grip shifting to the back of your neck as he harshly pushes you forward. a cold chill runs down your spine as you make him something simple— you didn’t want to further incur his wrath. after plating it, rhysand quickly eats it, his gaze shifting to you.

even an idiot would realize that they’d fucked up royally. with the way rhysand’s gaze darkens, hungry and lustful in nature, your senses picking up on the pheromones he was subconsciously releasing. the scent of him was heavy-- citrus and sea numbing your mind as your body grows hot. your cock sits heavy in your pants, straining against the fabric as rhysand pounces on you, his wings encasing the two of you as he presses himself against you.

rhysand rocks his cock against yours once, twice, three times, before slipping his hand into your pants. his digits wrap around your length, smearing pearls of precum along your shaft as he strokes you. a whimper parts your lips and rhysand takes the opportunity to slot his lips against yours. his tongue is quick to claim the new territory, his free hand gripping your hip as he pulls away from you. with a wave of his hand, you stand bare before him, body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"on your knees, little mate." an unseen force followed by a metallic twang forces you to kneel before him, jaw slackening as far as your bone structure would allow. rhysand's dark eyes are blown wide as his clothing dissipates, his hand reaching down to cup the base of his manhood. it was unbelievably large-- based on his wingspan, you knew it would be above average, but this? it was monstrous. you briefly wonder if it would tear you in half.

rhysand slides the tip of his cock along your tongue, the magic swirling around you flattening the muscle in your stead, and one hand cups the back of your head as he bottoms out. tears spring from your eyes, the rough pads of the high lord's fingers gingerly brushing them away as he coos at you. "you can take it."

a gurgled protest on your end elicits a throaty groan from the man above you, his cock throbbing as he slowly thrusts in and out of your throat, a rippling pleasure taking over his senses. rhysand's pace gradually increases, drool dripping down your chin as he wields the darkness around you to prep your ass and stroke your length. the pain and pleasure of both send you into a frenzy-- the pathetic whimpers you release only stimulate your mate further.

"fuck... doin' so good for me, baby."

it doesn't take much for you to cum; the cool touch of his magic combined with the stimulation on your g-spot became too much, your body quickly becoming overstimulated.

"baby, im gonna cum." rhysand announces, his eyes screwing shut as his thrusting becomes more aggressive and powerful. "fuck, fuck-- keep crying for me. y'look so pretty."

rhysand's hips still, thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat as he roars in pleasure. his lips curl into a sneer as he directs his attention to you, and with another wave of his hand, you're bent over the counter. "d'ya think you'd ever escape me? i'm the most powerful high lord there has ever been, and will ever be. you will never, ever fucking escape me."

rhysand brings a heavy hand down on your ass over and over, stinging your flesh and forcing a sob from your throat. "i-i'm sorr-"

"i know you are. you're always sorry." he snarls, his thick cock slotting between your walls and slowly filling you to the brim. the darkness curls around your manhood once more, stroking it agonizingly slow as he speaks. "have you ever thought about how your actions make me feel? hm?"

your mate chuckles mirthlessly as you shake your head. "i know you don't-- because i've been blessed with a pitifully selfish mate."

rhysand suddenly begins thrusting into you at a harsh pace, the sensation bringing tears to your eyes as your fumble to grip onto something. you whine as your mate orders the darkness surrounding him to bind your hands behind your back, wrapping an arm around your midsection to hold you upright. "feel good, pretty boy?"

you babble in response, too overstimulated and fucked dumb to form a proper sentence, causing rhys to smirk victoriously. "do you think any other man in this world could fuck you as wonderfully as i do?"

all you can do is sob in response, coming undone beneath your furious lover. your seed spills to the flooring, your cockhead flushed an angry red as the tendrils continue their onslaught.

"rhys!" you cry. "'ts too much!"

"fucking take it. i know you can," he pants. "tonight is about me; i'll be gentle the rest of this month, but you've really pissed me off, little mate."

you feel your mind begin to slip at his words, melting into a pretty mush as he fills you up-- his hips never once stopping despite the growls he releases and the way his fingers dig into your flesh.

"that's it, pretty boy. give into the pleasure." rhys purrs, pressing your back to his chest and stroking your cock himself. his magic teasingly cups your balls, gently kneading the soft flesh and bringing you closer and closer to your next release. "cum f'me, baby. i know you can do it."

your mate's lips trail along your shoulder, nipping an sucking as if he were searching for a spot in particular. his teeth sink into an area on your throat that has you screaming in pleasure, your body tensing and twitching in his grasp as you release into his hand. "there we go, baby. wasn't so hard, was it?"

rhysand's tongue darts out to soothe the area, lapping at the blood that dribbles from the wound and staining his teeth crimson. he reaches his hand up, licking your cum off of his fingers, then presses tender kisses to your shoulder.

"now you can't leave me."

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "I made you soup because I love you, you dense piece of sponge cake."

Pairing: Cater Diamond x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff, Slight Hurt/Comfort

TW: Cater gets sick, mention of (almost) fainting

Really, the fact that Cater woke up fatigued even after a good and recommended 8 hours of sleep should have clued him in on the fact that he was sick. The dull ache behind his eyes should have cemented the realization in his head, but Cater just didn't realize.

And now he was stuck in bed.

It could have been worse, he supposed. Had it not been for Trey's timely intervention when he nearly fainted in alchemy, Cater would have found himself headfirst into a bubbling cauldron. An incident that earned him a lecture about lab safety and understanding one's limits by Professor Crewel.

Another intervention by Trey got him out of sitting through one of Riddle's lectures, but nothing could get him free from their combined motherly fussing.

It felt nice to be looked after, he had to admit. Even when he whined about the bitter medicine Riddle was forcing him to eat, the redhead only glared at him a little before shoving the spoonful of the vile liquid in his mouth, declaring that it would help him. Trey, on the other hand, was a lot more understanding with him when he threw a tantrum, giving him a patient smile before adjusting his blankets so that he didn't overheat (even though Cater was convinced he would freeze without his blankets tucked all the way around his neck).

It was nice, but it was also tiring.

So when a knock sounded on the door, Cater groaned and turned on his side, staring at the wall in defiance. "I'm fine, Trey, I don't need anything," he called out, quickly smothering a cough with his palm pressed to his mouth.

The door opened, and with it came a familiar voice, words soft and kind. "I'm not Trey, but you don't really sound fine."

Cater whipped around to face you, wincing at how the sudden movement made his vision swim for a few moments.

You weren't supposed to see him like this. Cater had borderline begged Riddle and Trey not to tell you about him being sick and had made them promise that they wouldn't tell you. But you were here, when you weren't supposed to see him in bed, looking as miserable as one could be. When he was too tired to keep up his usual charming persona.

Cater looked at you with wide eyes, feeling the bony fingers of panic closing around his heart and chilling the blood in his veins. His tongue sat heavy in his mouth as he watched you walk inside, closing the door and coming close to where his bed was. All he could do was stare at you mutedly as you placed the tray in your hands that he hadn't noticed before on the small foldable table Trey had brought in earlier.

"(Name)..."

His voice trailed off as you placed a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. If his cheeks weren't already red from the fever, they would have become red under your careful touch and observant eyes. Fighting past the tightness in his throat, he asked, "What... are you doing here?"

You quirked up an eyebrow, looking at him with such concern and care that he felt he would melt under it.

"My boyfriend's sick. How can I not be beside him at a time like this?"

Cater let out a small, fake chuckle as he tried to sit up on the bed. His heart did somersaults inside his chest when you helped him sit up, the place where your hands made contact with his body feeling warm and comforting. "You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to," you cut him off, running a hand through his hair. Cater closed his eyes, taking in the sensation, allowing the panic to loosen its hold on him. His friends had already proved that they wouldn't leave him alone no matter how difficult he got to handle.

It would only be fair to give you a chance to prove the same, right?

Green eyes opened to meet yours, as a genuine smile stretched across his lips. You mirrored his smile, tilting your head slightly towards him. "I made you some soup. Well, Trey did most of the work, but I helped," you hummed, and his eyes drifted over to the bowl on the tray and the spoon set beside it, before coming back to you.

"Why?" He asked, unable to stop the question from slipping through his lips.

"Because I love you, you dense piece of sponge cake."

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#ice writes #twisted wonderland #twst #twst cater #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #twst cater x yuu #twst cater x reader

[orqheuss]

Even the iron still fears the rot PART 1

(Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/GN!Reader ANGST)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Summary:

From the woods came a wretched, inhuman scream of his name, the sound of the cry like an animal trapped in a sharpened bear trap— so very panicked, so very scared. The pure, unfiltered desperation present in the voice burrowed itself deep into his very soul, sending alarm bells to ring harshly in his ears.  “Sebastian!” *** It was supposed to be a normal trip to Hogsmeade. But, when Sebastian and Ominis are kidnapped by poachers determined to seek revenge against the one who killed their fearless leader, will you be able to save them in time?

Word count: 4k

Tags: kidnapping, threats of murder, threats of dismemberment, body horror, gore, blood, panic attacks, detailed depictions of violence

Read at your own discretion

AN: I'm reposting this series finally! I made some edits to later chapters, but this one is relatively the same.

It was a sunny day when they were taken. The excitement of the very first Hogsmeade weekend of the new year sung through the halls of Hogwarts, ushering each and every elated student through the grand double doors at the entrance of the castle and down the winding dirt path towards the magical little town with a gentle melody. Happy laughter filled the woods lining the property, shouts of joy and discussion of what each group of friends were to do first swam through the tall, overarching leaves of the redwood trees. Even the woodland creatures seemed in high spirits. Common squirrels jumped from branch to branch in a race for the best tree nut, wild kneazles ran under the tall canopies, nipping at the ankles of their friends and tittering in play, even a small family of thestrals made themselves known to the wide expanse of students, the mother and father pushing their newborn fowl towards their very first fresh morsel of solid food— its footing unsure and stumbly with only its mothers snout tucked under his chin to keep him standing. Above it all, the brilliant sun blazed down on the pastures of the Scotland highlands, shining on the last of the springtime wildflowers that struggled to survive through the beginnings of autumn. For all intents and purposes, it truly was a beautiful day. 

Two Slytherin’s were a part of the large group, chatting away amongst themselves about the newest invention advertised in Zonko’s joke shop and their favorite homemade fudge from Honeydukes. Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt had grown over the summer between fifth and sixth year; their shoulders filled out more to match their new towering stature, and baby fat seemed to flake from their faces like snakes shedding a new skin. Even with these changes, they were still thick as thieves— best friends from the first moment they met all the way until the very end of their lives. There was very little in the world that could separate the two— even through the terrors of the previous year they somehow still found their way back to the other. It took them most of the summer to be back on speaking terms, particularly on Ominis’ part, but even with all that anger, they still came crashing together like the beginning of a small, green-colored universe. The only change that had been made in all their years was the addition of their new friend, the strange fifth year that joined the school later than normal and wormed their way into their hearts. They had pouted when their new friend told the boys that they could not join for the trip to Hogsmeade, but the duo had quickly promised to bring them back some cauldron cakes to cheer them up after the number of assignments they had to work on. 

It was rare to see smiles on their faces as of late— too much tragedy and death had happened upon them for their liking— but on this day their pearly white teeth were awoken from their long slumber for all the world to see. Grins stretched at their lips as their own laughter rang through the valley, a sight to behold by all. 

The pair were deep in a jest-filled argument about the brunette's troublemaking behavior as the grandiloquent arch of the village came into view. Magic seemed to swirl around the buildings, filling everyone who entered with a sense of calming peace. As many had said in the past, there was absolutely nothing like Hogsmeade— it drew people to it like a moth to a flame. 

The sound of Sebastian’s scoff caught the attention of a small group of Hufflepuffs lingering by the entrance, enticed by him for a moment before turning back to their own conversation. “Oh come off it, Ominis. A little sneak into the restricted section of the library is hardly the worst rule to break in the castle.” 

The blond barked a laugh, unseeing eyes glittering in the sunlight. “It may not be the worst, but it is certainly a rule that you seem keen to break often. How many times have you gotten detention this year so far, again? Five? I wonder how you got all of those.” 

The taller of the two huffed to himself, muttering under his breath in annoyance, “Damned poltergeist, always where he shouldn’t be.” 

Ominis smirked to himself in amusement. “Well, at least I read the rules before I break them.” 

“At least I can see the books I read.” 

A pregnant pause filled the conversation. Sebastian could feel the heated glare of his friend burn into the side of his face and a smug grin tweaked at the corners of his mouth. This was his favorite pastime, poking at a very easily vexed Ominis Gaunt. The other boy broke the silence after a long moment, voice dripping with contempt and malice. “I am going to kill you and make it look like an accident.” 

The brunette snorted, patting the other on the back heartily before quickly retreating farther away to avoid the inevitable slap heading towards him— fingertips barely grazing his arm as he danced just out of reach. “I’d love to see you try.” 

Ominis leveled his face into a blank expression, his twitching eyebrows the only thing betraying his annoyance as he turned on his heel and headed towards Honeydukes, determined to get there before the Saturday rush. 

The other boy cackled at his friend’s retreating form, yelling after him through his giggles. “Meet me in the center of town! One hour!” 

The blond shooed him away with his hand, not pausing in his stride. With a final look in his direction, the taller of the two veered off towards Sprintwitches, intrigued by the new broom upgrades he’d like to explore before the Quidditch season began. 

In the shadows tucked in the alleyway next to the Three Broomsticks, rested a trio of individuals, hoods pulled over their faces to conceal their identity and wands tucked securely in their sleeves. Their eyes trailed the two Slytherin boys, pupils blazing with a ferocious anger and vicious smiles decorating their expressions. While Rookwood, their once strong and powerful leader, may have been defeated by that ancient magic wielding twerp, there were still a few of his loyal poachers floating around in the Hamlet— only now that they were aware of the rare ability you possessed, they wanted it for themselves. It was a pity that you weren’t in town that day, you were their preferred target, but they could definitely draw you out if your friends suddenly found themselves where they didn’t belong. Their twisted smiles got exponentially wider as they thought of the sweet revenge they had meticulously planned for you— it was time to finally avenge their fallen comrade. With one last glance around the sunlit buildings, the three began to creep their way towards the candy store. 

The chime of the Honeydukes door rang out as Ominis exited the market, a package of his favorite fudge tucked securely under his arm. He smiled to himself, lifting his chin upwards towards the glowing sun rays that fell from the sky and basking in their sweet warmth for a moment. He adored the time of the year when spring became fall— the moment where it was just cool enough to leave the castle with a thin sweater but still warm enough for the aromatic flowers to be blooming. The lovely scent filled his nose as he carefully tucked his wand into the back pocket of his trousers, secure enough in the landscape of Hogsmeade to get around after years of coming to the tiny town, and began to head towards the center. Rounding the corner of the colorful building, he made his way down the tiny alleyway at its side, deciding to head to another store to pass the time, and caught the tail end of some juicy gossip from two third year Ravenclaw’s that exited the shop after him. He paused for a moment, his ears pricking in their direction as he tried to hear more of the conversation, quietly chuckling to himself as he thought about how hard you’d laugh at the story when he told you about it later. The loud commotion of the bustling town covered the noisy footsteps approaching behind him, blinding him to the sound of shuffling boots and the breeze of the large hand sneaking its way towards his face. His mouth was quickly covered by the stranger's palm, muffling his shout of alarm and pulling him against a strong, barreled chest. Ominis struggled against the arm pressed against his sternum, feet kicking in the air for leverage before his heels met the solid skin of his kidnappers' calves. No reaction came from the brute, bar a slight chuckle that ruffled the hair near the blond’s sensitive ear. His polished oxfords left tracks in the soil below his feet as he continued to thrash about, dragging him out of sight and towards the woods lining the town where they would wait for the other boy.

A little over an hour later, a lone Slytherin rested against the lavish fountain adorning the center of town. His hand dug into his vest pocket, pulling out his bronze pocket watch and checked the time, turning his head left and right in search for his friend. Ominis was not one to be late— in fact, it made him quite anxious. Could he still be in Honeydukes? It was possible, the blond definitely had a sweet tooth and enough money to buy out the whole store. Standing from his perch, he began to meander his way towards the candy shop, eyes still searching the crowds for the telltale tuft of the Slytherin’s dirty blond quiff. He swallowed around the worry that constantly built in his throat whenever something seemed wrong; the lump that formed just under his jaw rarely disappeared since the events of his fifth year. The brunette’s hands began to shake at his sides, coupled with sweat beading just above his brow— the beginnings of an episode palpable in the air. Deep, shaky breaths inhaled through his mouth and filled his lungs, ebbing off his panic attack as he struggled to tell himself that his friend was fine; Rookwood and Ranrok had been defeated— there was no one else out there looking to kill them. Merlin seemed to be answering his prayers for a calm sixth year so far. Even still, his pace sped up unconsciously, his body working outside of his control. 

The Sallow boy rounded the bend on the outskirts of town, the encompassing woods just to his left as he took in all the sounds around him like a mother bear searching for her lost cub. The back entrance to Honeydukes was just barely in his sight, and a little bit more panic stabbed into his chest when he didn’t see his companion. Nearing a jog at this point, he raced the rest of the way to the stout periwinkle-hued brick building, bursting through the door and into the unusually sparse emporium, startling the few students milling about the shelves, and sped towards the front counter. The brunette frantically described his friend to the clerk behind the till, nearly begging her to say that she’d seen him recently. Much to his chagrin, the woman shook her head and told the young wizard that the blond had left at least an hour ago, sympathy dripping from her words as she hoped for his safe return to his friend. Sebastian could feel his heart leap into his throat, skipping every other beat in anxiety as he ran out the way he came, rounding back through the forest trail, shouting for his friend. Harsh breaths fell from his lips in heavy pants— his heart feeling like a stampede of buffalo under his ribs. His nerves sparked just under his skin, sending a sharp, electrifying pain to every part of his body. For a moment, the freckled boy felt like he was back in the Scriptorium, staring down the murderous, sanguine bolt of the cruciatus curse heading right towards his chest. His heart pounded against his ribs even harder— any more pressure and it would surely break his sternum. A thick, murky fog of foreboding seemed to permeate the air around him. 

“Ominis!” He called, dread slowly creeping its way into his mind, narrowing his vision and sharpening the colors around him. 

From the woods came a wretched, inhuman scream of his name, the sound of the cry like an animal trapped in a sharpened bear trap— so very panicked, so very scared. The pure, unfiltered desperation present in the voice burrowed itself deep into his very soul, sending alarm bells to ring harshly in his ears. 

“Sebastian!” 

For a moment everything stood still— his harsh, choked breaths and the cracks of his heart breaking the only noises that filled the young brunette’s ears, sending his brain to a sputtering stop. 

Ominis. 

The boy sprinted towards the tall trees, feet harshly slapping against the ground as he flicked his wand out of his sleeve. He careened around stumps, stumbling over the multitude of roots littering the ground as he ran in the direction of the voice. Sebastian shouted for his friend again, raw panic coiling in his larynx like a cobra poised to strike as he waited for a response in what was most definitely the most demented game of call and response he had ever played. It was returned mere seconds later, muffled like something was covering the caller's mouth— hoarse and crackling from overuse. He pumped his legs faster, adrenaline spilling out of his adrenal cortex as fight or flight kicked in. 

The Slytherin skidded to a halt in a wide pasture tucked away near the center of the copse, eyes narrowing and lips forming a dangerous scowl at the sight before him. In the center of the grass circle stood three poachers, a male and a female flaking the sides of the other male in the center. In the middle man's arms was a trembling Ominis, eyebrows furrowed against his scathing glare and enraged, hysteric tears building just above his lower lashes. 

“Ah, welcome! We’ve been waiting for you.” A patronizing, sugary sweet voice came from the woman to the right of the Gaunt boy— the leader, Sebastian deducted. 

Ignoring her for now, the brunette cast his gaze back to his friend and assessed him for damages. Blood dripped from his nose in a steady stream, a bruise blooming over the bridge and creeping around his right eye. He struggled against the poachers' hold, one burly arm pressed against his chest, their hand covering his mouth, and the other wrapped tightly across his waist, his arms pinned to his side. Long, lithe fingers wrapped around the forearm holding him still, digging his nails into the fleshy skin and raising crimson-colored welts. A deep bite mark screamed on the hand muffling his cries, blood pebbling to the surface— likely the reason for the dark purple and blue discoloration that marred his pale skin. Off to the side, a long, attenuated onyx wand lay just out of reach, its red beacon blinking against the browning grass as it searched for its owner. 

White hot fury streamed through Sebastian’s body— blinding wrath dyeing his vision a startling red as he raised his wand level with the kidnappers eyes. The man laughed dryly, villainous mirth dancing in his irises as he squeezed the blond tighter to his chest, drawing a pained whimper from the boy against his will— his eyes squeezing shut and forcing the tears building to streak down his cheeks from the constriction of his abdomen. A searing burning sensation prodded just under Ominis’ jaw from a wand being pressed hostilely into his neck, no doubt forming a circle shaped burn against his skin that would scar. 

The leader of the three sneered at the brunette, quipping in a condescending tone. “I’d put that wand down if I were you.” Her eyes flicked to the other boy’s hand, watching his fingers tighten around the handle of his weapon. She chuckled. “Drop it, or he’ll be sent back to his family in a snuff box.” 

Sebastian snarled at the villain with a deep, primal rage— his voice growling through his clenched teeth. “What do you want with us?” 

Ominis’ eyes snapped open once more, eyebrows raised to his hairline and lids stretched wide in shock as he recognized the sound of the brunette’s voice. He frantically shook his head at the other boy, muffled words and curses spilling from his lips in a vain attempt to get him to leave and avoid a worse fate. 

The other man stepped slightly forward, wand poised to strike at a moment's notice. “We want the kid with the ancient magic. Lead them to us and we’ll go.” A sickly grin stretched the corners of his mouth, revealing rows of decaying teeth. “We’ll keep your friend here as collateral.” 

The brunette’s wand hand shook, molars tightly clenching around the uncontrollable amounts of anger pumping through his system as a blasting curse readied itself at the tip of his tongue. He only got through half of the arm movement before his weapon was blasted from his hand with a sharp expelliarmus. Snapping his neck back towards the woman, he was greeted with the sight of a snark-filled smirk reaching from lips to cheeks— her wand slightly smoking at the end from the spell. He met her eyes across the tiny field, narrowing his scorching glare like if he stared hard enough she’d burst into flames. 

The woman wagged her wand at him like a mother scolding a child, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Now that wasn’t very nice. I’ll give you one more chance! Raise your hands above your head or you’ll be down a classmate.” 

Sebastian said nothing, his fists clenching at his side and his hackles raising upwards towards his ears as she took a step closer. A sunbeam caught her toothy smile just right, making her canines look like sharpened fangs— a wolf in sugary scented sheep's clothing. Her lips twitched as she fought against a frown, turning her wand towards a still struggling Ominis and flicking her wrist in a quick motion. A long, jagged cut appeared just under the blond’s right eye, stretching along his cheekbone and oozing blood down his porcelain face. Sebastian froze in his tracks, a look of horror taking over and shining in his eyes. He met the heated stare of the woman once more, her grin suddenly twice as evil and as sharp as laughter glowing in her irises. 

Eyes darting left and right and panic rising once again, forming a knot in his throat, the freckled boy realized he was trapped. His face was stuck in a perpetual snarl, teeth gnashing together and grinding with an audible creak as he stepped back, legs poised to run. As much as his body screamed to leave the death trap and go get help from someone who would be more equipped to handle the situation, he knew that he couldn’t leave his friend— couldn’t throw him to the wolves to be eaten bit by bit until there was nothing but gnawed on bone remaining. Sebastian truly felt like a wild animal stuck in a cage, waiting for the trapper to return and skin them alive for his pelt. Another small sound, akin to the whimper of a wounded fox, came from his captured friend, pure, unadulterated fear clouding over his eyes and sending a dagger directly into the young brunette’s heart. He knew what he needed to do, for both his survival and Ominis’. With everything within him fighting to do the opposite, the brave young wizard finally surrendered.

He slowly raised his hands, palms open and placating as they stopped just at the sides of his head. If they both wanted to get out of this alive, he had to bide his time and do as they asked. 

Taking slow, even steps towards the brunette, the woman’s grin stretched even further up her cheeks, nearing the point of unearthliness. Stopping right in front of the freckled boy, she tapped the end of her wand against the bottom of his chin, tilting his face upwards to match her gaze. Sebastian couldn’t help but think that she had some sort of otherworldly, deadly beauty about her. Her teeth were sparkling ivory, perfectly straight and sharp enough to rip out his throat if she so much as wished it. Eyes the color of absinthe met his, drawing him in like a heavy, raging current; there was something hypnotizing about them, like a solidified Amortentia potion— if he stared too long he would very likely begin to hallucinate. Her low cut shirt dangled tantalizingly from her chest, revealing briar needle sharp collarbones. Everything about her was meant to draw you in, entice and seduce you before she bit off your head like a queen praying mantis. If Sebastian didn’t know any better, he would say she was part Veela, or maybe a Siren— a creature meant to lure men to their death. She was terrifyingly gorgeous. His nostrils filled with the incredibly strong scent of madagascar vanilla and an underlying tone of coppered ichor. 

She leaned close, breath brushing against the hairs on his neck as she whispered in his ear. “Good boy.” 

His body stiffened unconsciously, savage anger and paralyzing fear waltzing together in his stomach. 

She leaned away after a moment, straightening her back and meeting his glare once again. “Now, tell me where the mutt who killed my brother is.” 

Sebastian’s eyes widened minutely, a silent moment of understanding passing between the two students before he spat in her face. “Over my dead body.” 

Molten lava bubbled under the surface of his amber irises, its ire begging to be released so it could set the whole word aflame for hurting someone he loved and threatening another. 

A pained sound came from the blond across from him, his peat-bog eyes pleading with his friend to stop, to run, to leave him and save himself. He couldn’t bear the thought of the boy dying in his stead— not when Ominis loved him much more than he loved himself. 

The woman cackled, throwing her head back in mirth and wiping the spittle from her cheek. She cracked her knuckles, raising her wand and leveling it with Sebastian’s chest. “Oh, you have no idea what I have in store for you— you’re going to wish I killed you.” 

The boy didn’t have a moment to process what she meant before he was roughly depulso’d into the closest tree, the back of his skull making contact with the coarse bark and sending a burst of blinding stars to the forefront of his mind. He tumbled to the ground as blackness began to take over his sight. The last thing he saw and heard was Ominis digging his teeth into the hand covering his mouth once again, spitting a chunk of bleeding flesh to the ground and screaming out for him. His body struggled twice as hard, desperation clawing its way into the blond’s throat. Animalistic wails filled the space around them as he fought with all his strength to get to his fallen friend. 

A loud thump silenced all sounds, and Ominis’ body crumbled to the forest floor below. 

Pain swam behind Sebastian’s eyes, nestling itself just at the front of his brain, and the world around him went dark. 

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Take the World in Your Hands | Eris x Elain | Seven

Summary: Eris's brothers catch wind of his proposal to Nesta. They plan to find and deliver her to their father as a gift, surely winning his favor. Their plan takes a turn when they kidnap the wrong Archeron sister and Eris finds her in the Autumn Court dungeon.

Notes: part one of the Hewn City escapade. Elain has a little spiral. Once upon a time I had a guy buy earrings from me and he said that him and his girlfriend always split earring like he would wear one and she would wear the other and I've been waiting to use it somewhere. New moodboard for the Hewn City!

Warnings: angst, anxiety, Keir is gross

Word Count: 2.7k

Ao3 link / Masterlist

Eris. He is on his knees, surrounded by darkness. Not the stillness of night, or the emptiness of death, but the living blackness that had embraced Elain in the depths of the Cauldron. Everything and nothing, breathing and throbbing around him like a heart pumping blood. It is the place where all life begins and the epilogue that comes after the end of time.

Eris is covered in dirt and blood. So thoroughly caked in it that Elain can't tell if it's his or someone else's. His breathing is ragged and every line and crease of his face is emphasized by the grime. It makes him look his age. It makes him look tired.

The moment is charged with anticipation. His face and body taut, stiffening with every passing second. Then, whatever he is waiting for happens. And he sags, all that tension releases, shoulders drooping. He takes a shaky deep breath and it looks like the first one he has taken in a long time. Perhaps the deepest breath he's ever taken.

His skin ignites into flame, beginning at the tips of his fingers and traveling up his wrists and arms. He lets his head fall back and tears fall down his face, sizzling as they meet the flames enveloping his body. There is a golden hue to the fire and a heartbeat like the one in the darkness. It consumes him, covering his face and circling his head like a halo or a crown.

It ebbs away as quickly as it began, leaving Eris alone in the nothingness again. But now, he glows. There is new power beneath his skin, left behind by that golden flame. The years of horror have burned away, leaving behind a being made of pure power and fire and light. It adds to his already aching beauty, the glow in his eyes before was nothing compared to this. Sunlight shining through amber, sparks dancing inside it.

His features convey a calm that Elain has never seen, a dazzling and terrifying combination with the power coursing through him. Rivalling Rhysand's. Rivalling every other High Lord's-

Elain woke with a start. She took in the dark, still room, and registered the feel of her own body pressed against Eris's warm skin. She glanced at him over her shoulder. His face was peaceful and his breathing deep and even. All was well.

Then she began to sort through the contents of her dream, replaying every moment in her mind. It felt like a punch in the stomach when she realized what she had seen. And now she had to decide if she is supposed to tell him, or if it had just been for her. To hold in the back of her mind until it happened. A kernel of hope. Sleep pulled her under again before she could decide.

Elain turned back and forth in the mirror, running her nervous hands over the velvet of her dress. Her brown curls were arranged in a messy style, adorned with the pins that Eris had bought her. Each pin had a dangling golden charm of Autumn flora. Acorns, maple leaves, pinecones, and mushrooms. In her ears, she wore one of the glass dragonfly earrings she had picked and one golden tear drop.

She had decided against a necklace, letting the exposed curves of her breast be the centerpiece instead. How very unlike her. She wore Eris's dagger on her thigh, the leather strap snug against her skin. She wore no makeup, but the natural blush of her cheeks and lips was a pretty shade of pink against the purple of her dress. The matching shoes were dainty, embroidered plum velvet with a small heel. Even through her nervousness she knew that she looked beautiful.

Eris's knock sounded against the bedroom door.

"Come in," Elain answered, cursing the slight tremble in her voice.

Eris appeared, eyes twinkling with his eagerness to see her final outfit. Eris himself had opted for deep brown leather pants and a mossy-green silk shirt, covered in deep purple embroidery. He wore his hair slicked back and the other dragonfly earring dangled from one ear. It was simple, but of course he managed to look handsome and powerful. Effortlessly beautiful. Elain began to worry she may have overdressed.

"Little dove," Eris purred, sensing her anxiety, "You look beyond beautiful. Lovely, exquisite. Perfectly wicked."

He stood behind her, dragging a fingertip across the beaded pattern of her bodice, following the motion in the mirror. Elain shivered and leaned against him. He bent to press a kiss to her neck, but Elain swirled out of his touch and pressed a hand to his chest to stop him.

"I can't smell like sex or they'll kill you on the spot," She warned, though her skin had flushed a deeper red. Eris growled.

"Then we'll just stay here," He said, eyes dragging over her neckline. She usually hated it, attention like that. But she knew his admiration and respect equaled his desire. So she basked in it instead of hiding.

"This was your idea," Elain laughed at him.

"Fine," Eris threw his head back and released a loud, dramatic sigh. Then he looked at her with a mock frown and a playful gleam in his eye. "Shall we then, sweet one?"

He reached out for her hand, lacing their fingers together, and winnowed them into the belly of the beast.

Elain inhaled the familiar scent of the Night Court and shivered. It was the same as ever, heightening her awareness of every change within her. Home may be the same, but she was not. Music drifted to her ears and she thought of Nesta, the Symphonia resting on her vanity as she painted her lips for some event.

The Hewn City was in fine form tonight. For all the talk of nightmares and horrors, the city under the mountain could be exceptionally beautiful. Every stone surface gleamed, warm fae lights casting their golden glow. Long tables had been arranged in the great room, centers adorned with candles, glass ornaments, and stars made of silver and copper. The High Lord and Lady sat at the end of the longest table. Elain felt a rush of relief as she realized no one else from the inner circle had come. There was no one else here for her to disappoint.

Rhysand saw her first, gliding into the room on Eris's arm. His fork fell from his hand and clattered to the dark marble floor, silencing the circle of guests around him. Feyre frowned at him and followed his gaze, face draining of color when she saw her sister. A servant scrambled to pick up Rhys's forgotten utensil and bring him a new one.

Rhys started to stand, fury painted over every feature, but Feyre grasped his arm and pulled him back down. She had recognized the glamour before he had, quickly calculating the consequences of an outburst.

It was the longest walk of Elain's life, through the great room and the sea of watching eyes as they approached the High Lord and Lady. Feyre's hand remained on Rhysand's arm, barely leashing the power that threatened to explode. Heads were turning, wondering who Eris had brought as his date.

"Rhysand," Eris purred, bowing low. Elain curtsied as though it were not her family before her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Rhysand snarled, his voice low.

Impatient claws tapped at Elain's shield. She stayed firm, despite her surprise. She knew he would check and make sure she was not under some sort of influence but she had not expected it so immediately.

"That's no way to greet my guest," Eris tsked.

"Elain?" Feyre asked, brows furrowed, waiting for an explanation.

"I took a trip," Elain said simply, willing her voice to be steady. Confident. At the very least, it did not tremble.

"Indeed," Feyre rolled her eyes.

"A trip to the Hewn City?" Rhysand was not amused.

"It was more about the company than the destination," Elain drawled. Rhys's eyes narrowed, but Eris gave her hand a squeeze, pleased. The High Lord's eyes flickered between them, glancing from dragonfly earring to the other.

Eris and Elain had not come up with much of a plan between them, beyond deciding that the main objective was to grate on Rhysand's nerves as much as possible without pushing him over the edge. Whatever annoyed Rhysand would also annoy Feyre. Her temper was not as much of a cause for concern. It would be no fun, after all, if they did not make it out of this ordeal unscathed.

They also agreed that Eris would not leave Elain alone. She knew her sister and brother-in-law would try to corner her and talk to her alone. When they did, Eris would step away and let her have her moment. But until then, and after then, he would be glued to her side to ward off any questionable characters.

Currently, Eris held Rhysand's piercing stare, utterly unaffected by his fury. Feyre was studying her sister, as if searching for injuries. Her gaze found the dagger strapped to her thigh and her brows furrowed even further, puzzled. Shock still lay underneath her expression. Elain felt another set of claws, her sister's, tapping in her mind. She gave her nothing.

"Well, we're late enough as is," Eris said, feeling Elain tense beside him. "I suppose we should find our seats."

"Does Beron know of this?" Feyre demanded. Elain stiffened again, feeling incredibly stupid. How had she not thought to ask Eris that? Had his brothers told their father about her or was she to be a surprise?

"No," Eris said, firm. Certain. "He knows nothing."

He whisked Elain away before they could ask anything else, neither of them turning back. They did not need to be looking at the couple to know that they now stared at each other, sharing some infuriated internal conversation. Elain offered Eris a small smile and he grinned back, reassuring. The grand entrance was complete.

Their seats were in an ideal spot. Far enough away that Feyre and Rhys could not talk to them without shouting, but close enough for them to watch and seethe. Indeed, Elain could practically hear Rhysand's teeth grinding together as he looked at them. The rest of the party was seemingly forgotten by him. And what a shame, for the room looked lovely.

"Are you alright?" Eris murmured to her as they sat.

"I just feel foolish for not thinking to ask about your father," She answered in her own hushed tone, focusing on spreading the silver napkin across her lap.

"He will never know," Eris said, keeping his eyes on the little piece of paper that marked the spot as his, name scrawled in beautiful calligraphy. If he looked at her, it would be with too much tenderness. It would be her Eris. Someone that no one else knew and no one else could see.

"My brothers were waiting for his return to surprise him. They'll never speak a word of it because they'd have to admit that they failed. I promise, you were always safe with me."

Elain wished that his words helped, but her anxiety only grew. There were so many things she hadn't thought to ask. So many things she still wanted to say. How had he justified spending these days away with her? What would the cost be?

She looked at the paper at her own place setting. Guest. Nothing felt quite right. It was as though being here, surrounded by the jagged stone walls and marble floors made it all real. The reality of the last few days was crashing into her.

Her fingers trembled in her lap as a servant placed a plate of food before her. She stared at the roll on the edge of her plate and it reminded her of the moldy bread Eris's brothers had thrown at her. She had been so certain that she would not escape the Forest House without some new terrible memory. She then Eris had appeared in the dim light, hair shining like a crown of gold.

Elain glanced at him, at the mask of sneering cruelty he had put on. And it struck her that she would likely never see him without it, after this. The loss was sinking in, twisting her heart. Of course he had to pretend here, she knew that. He could not be her Eris here. He could not be her Eris ever again. But he was never hers to begin with and she knew that. So why did it hurt like this?

A strangled, sob-like sound escaped her throat and Eris's gaze whipped toward her, eyes immediately assessing.

"Eris," Elain heard a deep voice rumble in greeting, "You look well."

Keir stood beside their chairs, a wry smile gracing his features. Elain smoothed her expression, shoving her grief deep down.

"Never better, Keir," Eris smiled but his voice sounded a little pained. Elain wondered how many times he had heard such a greeting while healing from terrible wounds underneath his fine clothes.

"Who is your lovely guest?" Keir turned his attention to Elain, who tried not to shrink into her chair. It did not escape her how his eyes dragged over her low neckline just a little too long.

"A friend from the Night Court," Eris gritted out between a tight smile. His words were rushed, trying to get the king away from them as quickly as possible.

"What a beauty," Keir laughed, as if he had made a clever joke.

"Indeed," Eris's voice lowered to a near growl.

"Well, enjoy the feast," Said the king, oblivious to the annoyance of the Autumn heir. He ambled away, hands clasped behind his back.

Elain dropped her shoulders when he walked away and Eris pressed an apologetic kiss to her cheek. And caught a glimpse of Rhysand, red with anger at the simple gesture. So, he placed a hand on Elain's back, fingertips tracing soothing patterns, and stared back at the High Lord with a lazy grin.

Elain looked up at him and when he saw the worry and sorrow in her eyes his smile faded. His hand pressed flat between her shoulder blades.

"Come," He said, "Let's find the wine."

Elain tucked her arm into his elbow and followed him away from the grand table. But Eris did not head in the direction of the wine. He found a quiet alcove out of view of the High Lord and tucked them inside.

"What's wrong?" He asked, hands resting on either side of her face, thumbs sweeping over her cheekbones, "Was it Keir? I hate him."

Elain grasped two fistfuls of his silky shirt and drew in a shaky breath. Tears were threatening to spill over and she couldn't speak around the lump in her throat. How could she begin to explain the mess swirling in her mind right now?

"We can go," Eris whispered, full of worry, "We've already pissed them off. We don't have to stay."

"When do you have to go back?" She asked, voice trembling. Angry with herself for not asking this before.

This is not how she wanted to feel. She wanted to make a statement, to annoy Rhys and Feyre. But now they were here and all she could think about was Eris.

"Soon," He admitted, shoulders drooping a touch, "But don't think of that yet. We have one more night together. And right now is about you."

Elain nodded and curled her fingers around his, melting into his touch. She wondered if she should tell him her vision. If she should have told him before they left. Eris smiled so softly, so sadly. He kissed away the tear that fell down the side of her nose.

"Let's get tipsy and try to have a lovely time, yes? Be sad later, if you must."

"Kiss me," Elain whispered, her grasp tightening.

Eris glanced around, making sure no one important would see. Then he pulled her in and kissed her. Elain felt some strange relief. He had not been changed, somehow, by the facade of detachment. His lips were still soft and warm, his touch still tender. All of that had been real. Elain kissed him harder.

He pulled away breathless, still not letting go of her face, and looked at her. There were dangerous words hidden in the honey of his eyes. Words of ruination. Elain saw and she wanted them. To breathe them into her lungs and be drunk on them. She did not let herself think of what she might give up just to hear him say them.

"Wine?" Eris said, instead of one of those blasphemous things, his breaths unsteady. He pressed one last kiss to her lips.

"Wine," Elain agreed, "Or whiskey if they have it. Maybe shots."

#eris fanfic #eris fanfiction #eris acotar #eris vanserra #eris x elain #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #acosf #elain archeron fanfiction #elain archeron #elain acotar #elain fanfic #elain archeron fanfic #pro elain archeron #elain kingslayer #autumn court #hewn city #acotar crackfic #acotar crack ship #acotar crack fic #acotar crackship

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🖤 Okay, so next you add two eggs to the mixture!

📺 READ YOU LOUD AND CLEAR! TWO EGGS… THERE WE GO!

🖤 Erm, you’re supposed to break the eggs before you put them in…

📺 EH. WHOOPS.

[TENNA takes out a gun from her coat and shoots the eggs. + 10 MP (Mafia Points).

…for guns. Obviously. ]

📺 … HAH! THAT SHOULD FIX IT. CAN’T GET ANY MORE BROKEN THAN THAT!

🖤 …Um, great job! But that gets eggshells everywhere, Aunt Tenna! They’ll make the cake all crunchy! So I’ll just pick them out… along with the, um, bullets.

📺 ALRIGHTY! YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE COOKING KNOW-HOW ANYHOW!

📺 … SAY, KID.

🖤 Yes?

📺 REMEMBER WHEN YOU TOLD ME NOT A LOTTA OTHER PEOPLE NOTICE YOU? NOT IDLE-LIKE, AT LEAST.

📺 EARLIER, THE GUY’S CLEANING UP IN HERE DIDN’T EVEN GIVE YOU A SECOND GLANCE! REAL ODD TO SEE THAT IN ACTION – LEAST FOR ME!

🖤 It's happened lots of times when I was here before, haha! You just didn't notice because I've never mentioned it before now.

🖤 Um, you notice a lot of things, don't you?

📺 DO I?

📺 … I SUPPOSE YOU GOT A POINT. EASY TO CATCH WHAT STICKS OUT WHEN YOU KNOW THE CITY AS WELL AS I DO!

📺 SOMEONE MUST’VE LEFT A RECORD PLAYER ON RIGHT NOW, FOR INSTANCE. THERE’S THIS TUNE THAT’S PLAYING OFF SOMEWHERE – YOU HEAR IT, KID? BEEN IN MY HEAD EVER SINCE WE POPPED IN THE KITCHEN.

📺 ALWAYS FORGET TO TURN OFF MY RECORDS…

🖤 …Right.

📺 LEFT!

📺 … THAT WAS A JOKE.

🖤 …

🖤 Hey, um, I got all the eggshells out! Next I'll add a splash of vanilla, and then it should be ready to go in the oven!

📺 SOUNDS SWELL!

🖤 Um, did you know that I've never actually cooked with an oven before? I have a magical cauldron back at my castle! It's very easy to make anything with it, since if you put the ingredients in and make a little wish, the food will come right out! This is a lot more effort than that… but as long as I follow the rules well, it shouldn't be too hard to make something good!

📺 A LITTLE WISH? D’AWW, THAT’S SWEET.

📺 EITHER WAY, YOU’RE BETTER AT IT THAN I AM! YOUR CAKES DON’T EXPLODE!

🖤 I'm still not sure how you managed that… but it's okay! You're still learning! So, um, just as long as you're careful to not put any more inedible substances in the things you make…

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[ask-wren-zhang]

Wren was peacefully dozing in a cosy, dimly lit corner of the library when a delightful aroma tickled her nose. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the tall Swede holding a cauldron cake right before her nose, a smile playing on his lips.

He placed a finger to his lips, signalling her to remain silent, they were in the library after all. "Happy All-Hallows Eve, Wren!" he whispered with excitement.

A familiar, delectable aroma coaxes Wren out from her slumber before even realising she’s nodded off again; eyes aweary as they blink in hopes of banishing the drowsy weight blurring her vision, till she recognises the windowless walls of the library and the disarray of books surrounding her. She really needs to rethink this noxious habit of hers, one can only burn the midnight oil so many nights in a row…

All that is pushed side when she sees the golden snack in front of her-

-but her gaze is quickly drawn from the familiar baby blues; in his palms, nestled a confectionary delight of her favourite.

“You…you brought this, for me?” She whispers, hoarse with fatigue, but laced with a peckish lilt she carries always. “I-I don’t know what to say, Felix.”

Wren accepts the tasty gift - encased with glossy, rich chocolate, and already she can almost taste the spongy cream within the velvety sugary shell. “Well, I suppose except, ‘thank you.’”

She swallows back the lump in her throat. It’s not every evening someone surprises her with a dessert after she falls asleep during a study session.

Her eyes, warm with gratitude, meet Felix’s, blue and luminous in spite of the dim flickering lights. “And Happy Hallowe’en.”

#rp #felix åberg #wren speaks #spooky season

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Part 6 of my Feytamsand fic! (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Rhysand sighed as he looked at the tray shoved through the bars of his cell. “Cheese and crackers? Really? You think I’m a mouse or something?” Rhysand shouted at the servant, who quickly scurried away. “I’m a High Lord, for Cauldron’s sake!” Rhysand yelled at the guards of his cell. One of them sneered at him. “Not anymore, you’re not. Now shut the fuck up.”

Rhysand covered his face in his hands. He supposed he should be happy he was even alive. The moment he’d finished his confession, the crowd had come to kill him. The only thing he remembered was drowning in bodies, unable to think or even breathe, before the crowd was shoved back by some magic and he was being scooped into familiar arms before he felt his body shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, to the size of a rat. “Behold, the war criminal, Rhysand!” Tamlin boomed, and the crowd cheered. “Rest assured, he shall pay for his actions.”

Then he’d been taken away, later returned to his fae body, and handcuffed, and later thrown into this cell. Tamlin had winced in sympathy, but he could do nothing to help him at this point. His duty was to his people first and foremost, and as far as the world was concerned, he was a war criminal.

Well, he was a war criminal, wasn’t he? Feyre might have committed the acts, but he had been complicit, had encouraged her to act in a malicious way. That made him equally guilty.

He hadn’t regretted it the first few months following the High Lord meeting, but when it became clear that Tamlin was helping them, saving his life and Feyre’s several times, he began to doubt.

The Spring Court citizens were innocent. Even Tamlin wasn’t a bad person. He should’ve had more faith in Tamlin; should’ve known he’d never side with a tyrant like the King of Hybern. He should’ve told Feyre to fucking check his brain. How could they have been so stupid? Sighhhhh…no point crying over spilled milk, right?

But maybe he should. This wasn’t something he could just forget overnight. He was a murderer, and the sooner he realized that the sooner he could work on bettering himself. Perhaps him losing his title was a good thing. Had he still had it, would he have even realized what a terrible person he had been?

Remorse. Truly one of the worst feelings in the world, yet one of the most powerful. Rhysand recalled the moments when he couldn’t breathe under the weight of the crowd. They were merely showing him what he had done. Who he had killed.

He hated himself. He was worse than worthless. He was a menace.

He pushed away his cheese and crackers. He didn’t deserve to eat. He didn’t deserve to live.

He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but some time later, he was shaken awake, and he had to unstick slices of cheese and crumbled bits of cracker from his face. “Yes?” he mumbled. “Get up, you fool, we need to leave quickly,” Feyre muttered to him. She tugged on his arm. “Gah, he’s too heavy. Fuck this.”

“Leave?” Rhysand blinked blearily. Feyre’s face went in and out of focus. “Where are we going?”

“We’re getting you out of here, idiot! I used my daemati magic on the guards; it won’t last forever.” She turned to Tamlin. “Can you shapeshift him?” Within moments, Rhysand was a little hamster, and Tamlin shoved him into his pocket. Ewwwwwwww. Rhysand cringed at the smell and grime of the place. What the hell was that? Leftover cake from weeks’ past? He tried to gag before it occurred to him that maybe hamsters don’t have a gag reflex. Well goddamnit. Fuck off, Tamlin. “We just need to get out of this building so that we can winnow back to Spring,” Tamlin whispered to Feyre. “I’m-not-sure-I-can-hold-this-effect-for-that-long,” Feyre grunted. Quick as lightning, Tamlin shapeshifted them all into butterflies. While it spared them from the scrutiny of the guards, who found themselves suddenly awaking from their slumber, it was achingly slow. It didn’t help that moments later, there was shouting, indicating they had noticed Rhysand’s absence. Sighhhhh. Rhysand found himself slammed against the wall, his wing bending, as guards rushed by, swatting him out of the way. He couldn’t even groan in pain. It was all he could do to follow Tamlin and Feyre, his wounded wing screaming. One guard’s eyes narrowed on them, and in a flash, his Fae magic had frozen them all in place. There was a CRACK! And a flash of light, and Feyre broke them out of their prison with her spell-breaking powers. Unfortunately, in doing so, she revealed themselves to the guard. “Guys! The prisoner is here! He is-“ Rhysand knocked him out with a solid punch to the temple. Tamlin and Feyre stared at him. “What? I was trained in Illyrian combat, you know.” Tamlin shapeshifted them into dogs this time around, and they were able to quickly bound down the rest of the hall while most of the guards had already gone to the other end of the prison to search for Rhysand. A couple of guards shouted as they ran past, but nobody tried to stop them. At last, when they jumped out of the prison and reached open air, they bounded a healthy distance away before Tamlin shapeshifted them back into themselves. The three of them stayed there for several minutes, bent over their knees, panting. “Win-now,” Tamlin gasped. He grabbed Rhysand’s hand, and Feyre reached out with her own. Together, they winnowed to the Spring Court.

They laid on the Spring Court grass for a long time. “You…you two saved me. Why? If the people find out-“ Feyre and Tamlin looked at each other like, This fucking idiot. “What?” Rhysand demanded, very much feeling the absence of his daemati powers at this point in time. “We saved you because we fucking love you,” Tamlin grumbled. “In spite of everything, perhaps because of everything. We both have too much emotional baggage with you to let you go now, especially after that self-sacrificing stunt you just pulled, idiot.” Rhysand blinked. “Do you mean…you both want to be with me?” Feyre nodded. “And we discovered our love for each other was not as dead as we’d once believed. So, we thought…why not be together? All three of us.” Rhysand blinked. “Wow…you really think this could work? With three of us?” “I think it would work better than two. It was always messy and intense with two of us; we were always missing the third person to balance us out. You dated Tamlin, and it ended badly. I dated Tamlin, and it ended badly. You married me, and it nearly ended too-“ “Wait what?” “-were it not for us coming to Tamlin. Of course, in order for this to work, you’ll have to avoid public appearances for…a while, I think.” “What am I to do, then?” Tamlin shrugged. “I could shapeshift you into a dog during the day, maybe.” “Tamlin!” Feyre yelled. “Yeah, Tamlin!” Rhysand yelled. “I would love to be a small little dove on your shoulder, not a goddamn dog!” Tamlin blinked. “You…are being serious. Of course you are.” He shook his head, smiling. “You’re really ok with this? Hiding from everyone for a long time?” “If I have to hide from the public to be with you two, I’d gladly do it every day for the rest of my life. I love you both,” Rhysand answered sincerely. Tamlin and Feyre looked at him softly, leaning onto each of his shoulders; for the first time in a long time, Rhysand was perfectly content.

#feyre archeron #feylin #feysand #tamsand #feytamsand #tamlin #rhysand

[chaserpucey]

Hogwarts Legacy NPC Starter's ( 1 / ? )

I bet Durmstrang students don't have to put up this this kind of stupidity.

Haven't we enough chaos without Peeves?

It you singe my robes -

Pleasant bit of magic, isn't it?

Why, you cheeky little charmgrinder.

Next time it shrieks I shall bake the thing.

Would you mind putting me back down.

You call that an attack?

Perhaps you might set me down, moonmind!

Isn't a broom good enough?

Oh, I'm just out and about. Riding a Graphorn.'

Riding a Hippogriff's all well and good till it throws you.

When is _ going to learn to stay away from the Restricted Section?

Striking up a friendship with , are we?

Why would you want to spend so much time with ? Do you feel sorry for him?

I'm still struggling with antidotes. Startling to me that so many of them use Mandrakes. I'll be sure never to go into that line of work.

That reminds me, did say we could borrow the book overnight, or that we'd get detention if we had it out overnight?

The people I feel sorry for are the ones who don't receive any owls, poor things. Have you seen their little faces at the table?

If anyone needs help with an essay or assignment, I don't mind lending a hand. I wrote two inches for Binns yesterday while I was eating my lunch.

That poor first-year trying to get into the Gryffindor common room. I swear the Fat Lady was having them on. Poor thing had to wait till next day.

Someone was trying to come up with some sort of pepper hex the other day.

I like to keep a bit of Wiggenweld Potion under my bed. Not naming names, but someone's bought a few too many tricks from Zonko's.

Try working with a wand that's been passed down from three unruly sisters.

Well, my father naturally assumed I'd be a strong Seeker, just like him.

Thank Merlin Quidditch was cancelled.

I took my copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi to Herbology and I left it in the greenhouse, by the Mandrake seedlings. _ was horrified I didn't have it for class. Said I need to get my priorities straight.

What's the point of even learning about Herbology if we can't get ourselves into some trouble with Gillyweed?

If I haven't personally met a mermaid by the end of term, I can tell you, I shan't be happy.

Any of you know where I can find some Leaping Toadstools?

Did you get your Bitterroot from Pippin's? Or did you pick it yourself? I'm desperately in need of some.

I heard some chatter near the girls' lavatory about Boomslang skin. Do you think they're looking to brew a Polyjuice Potion?

I suppose I'd be curious about a Beautification Potion. What? Not for me, moonmind. For a friend of mine.

Don't be stupid. How do you look at a rock and say, 'Oh, I think I'll drink that.'?

Those French don't even hold their wands right so I don't know what they're teaching at Beauxbatons.

Almost makes you want to send them one just to give them a thrill.

Me? I'm dripping with owls.

Is there anywhere in Hogwarts you haven't explored?

I thought I was a good duellist, but I wouldn't dare cross you.. .

It was brilliant how you defeated _ in that duel.

Where did you and run off to?

Almost got me expelled, that did.

My father used to say that I looked part Erumpent. It's not funny.

If I Transfigure my poor toad into a goblet one more time, I think he's going to insist he stay that way.

Professor _ going to quiz us on rare water beasts next week.

Can't wait to tell _ I actually saw a Kelpie in Ireland over the summer.

Don't know why the common rooms all have secret ways of entering. Who wants to go into someone else's common room anyway? We were sorted for a reason.

Someone's parent sent homemade Cauldron Cakes and they shared them in the common room. Think they mistook salt for sugar, mind you. Half-eaten cakes everywhere for days, there were.

Our dorm's atrocious. I do wish people would clean up after themselves once in a while

A Bundimun destroyed my homework last night.

If I didn't know better, I'd say they were raised by trolls.

I was distracted by Peeves and ran face-first into _ the other day. Our books went flying. Think it made Peeves' entire week.

_ caught me making faces behind his back. It was awful – not to mention losing so many house points.

I need to get some dragon-hide gloves for Herbology. I refuse to handle Chinese Chomping Cabbages with bare hands.

Going to harvest some knotgrass from the greenhouses today. Did you know that it's used in Polyjuice Potion?

I'd like to open a shop in Hogsmeade myself one day.

I'd wager it was something to do with their time as an Auror.

Every time she pretends not to see me in the halls, I cast at her with a Trip Jinx.

I was trapped on the Grand Staircase for an hour the other day waiting for it to move.

My friends and I like to spend our evenings watching the sun set from the Quidditch pitch.

That’s all the pitch is good for this year, sadly.

Have you been to the Owlery lately? House-elves have fallen a bit behind in the cleaning this week.

I heard an ex-Auror lives in a hamlet outside of Hogsmeade. Think I'd want a quiet life too after years fighting Dark Wizards.

I'd like to retire to Hogsmeade one day. Open a pub. Bore future Hogwarts pupils with tales of my childhood.

Any news about the dragon near Pitt-Upon-Ford? Be enough to make me move, to be honest.

I met some of my best friends in Flying. Nothing creates a bond like thinking you're all about to die.

_ promised me his old broomstick once he's saved up for a new one.

I practised doing a loop-the-loop on my broom all summer.

I miss going to matches.

Cheering everyone on was magnificent fun.

The Chudley Cannons are going to be unbeatable next season; you just wait and see.

_ glanced at me the other day in the Great Hall. I spit out my breakfast. Not sure it sent the right message.

I used to write to my parents every week. Now I can't remember the last time I sent them an owl.

Wish I'd brought a pet owl to school.

So many letters arrive every day and none of them is ever for me.

I rather enjoy Transfiguration myself. The complexity – the precise nature of it; truly something to be admired.

Professor _ is a marvellous teacher. Never requires us to write more inches of parchment on a topic than necessary.

If I can just stop vanishing my notes when practising Evanesco, I think I can get an O on my Transfiguration O.W.L. this year.

Wish I had your skill. I'm like a drowned Billywig at Crossed Wands, I am.

Just curious, were you born with a broom?

Oh, you shouldn't be using that sort of magic. You'll get into a lot of trouble for that

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence prompts #harry potter rp prompts

[jimblejamblewritings]

yes, i’m a squib | part 8.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The Quidditch Cup was not a joyous affair for you but in fact a rather tortuous one. Since February, all of Hogwarts had been on edge when your father broke into the Gryffindor common room. Ron insisted that he was trying to kill him— standing over him with a knife. You didn’t believe it but it wasn’t the best look for your father. At the same time, if he was in a room with Ron then he was in a room with Harry. And clearly, Harry was still very much alive. The Quidditch Cup was supposed to be a time for everyone to try and forget the madness, the excitement of the final match of a season. You supposed it would have been exciting if it wasn’t for the fact that the two houses that made it to the finals were Gryffindor and Slytherin.

No matter who won, you would have people you cared for that would be deeply disappointed. Draco frowned when he saw you in a red sweater— you borrowed Ron’s— but was pleased to see you in the jewelry set he and his mother got you as your Slytherin representation. You chose to sit next to Cedric, in a throng of other Hufflepuffs in order to seem less biased. It was working until Neville found you in the second half and quickly, Ron, Hermione, Dean, Ginny, and Seamus followed. It became a Gryffindor meeting once again. You gave up and cheered for Gryffindor. Although, you still applauded now and then whenever Slytherin managed to get the Quaffle into a goalpost. The game was only made more stressful by the fact that both teams seemed not to care about the fouls they were accumulating as long as they were beating the others. It was becoming more dangerous by the minute.

You were torn as Harry suddenly caught the snitch. This was the first time that Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup since Ron’s oldest brother went to Hogwarts. You wanted to celebrate with them. But your cousin also just lost arguably the most important game of his life. You decided to give Harry a thumbs up— that he returned— and ran to your cousin. You linked your arm in the crook of your cousin’s elbow.

“Come on, let’s sneak out to Hogsmeade while the teachers will be too distracted to notice I’m leaving.”

You still hadn’t got your permission slip signed. With your father somewhat around, you didn’t want it signed unless it was from him. You’d even settle for Professor Lupin as your godfather before Mr. Stapius. But really, you just wanted your dad to sign something. Draco gave you a smile and the two of you practically ran from the quidditch field.

“How are you paying for this?” Draco asked when you pulled out your purse before he could hand the waitress his money.

She took it and set down your food in front of you.

“Dad,” you said, simply.

“Uncle Sirius is rich?”

“Uncle?”

Draco shrugged. “He’s your father isn’t he, that’s what you said. I should try to treat him like family… why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because, Draco, somewhere deep down in there you do actually have a heart.”

He rolled his eyes. Lunch with you made him forget entirely about losing the Quidditch Cup. Because you paid for lunch, Draco insisted on paying for the sweets at Honeydukes. Like the two of you always seemed to do with sweets, you split a cauldron cake. You ate and laughed as you walked back into campus. Draco suddenly stopped and you turned from him to see Professor Lupin in front of you.

“Others would consider this aiding and abetting, Mr. Malfoy.”

Your cousin scrambled away from you. You held up the rest of your cauldron cake which only earned you a look from Lupin.

“Leaving campus when you don’t have a permission slip signed is punishable. I should give you detention and take points from your house.”  

“Oh, come on Uncle Remus, it’s only Hogsmeade.”

“I’ll forget the detention. If you trade me those licorice wands.”

You easily coughed them up. You began to run off, not even caring that Remus took forty points from Hufflepuff. After the Hogsmeade debacle, you stayed out of trouble for the rest of the year. You only made a few more illegal trips to Hogsmeade with your cousin before deciding to stop all together. Not that there were many trips to Hogsmeade anyway. End of the year exams left everyone stressed. Fifth years were prepping for O.W.L.s— you knew it was bad when even Fred and George began to study. Seventh years were constantly carrying around their books to study for N.E.W.T.s. Every other grade had regular Hogwarts’ exams but students were still freaking out.

You on the other hand were taking it mildly better. You turned in your essay to McGonagall, feeling rather good about it. Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, Astronomy, and History of Magic were all essays as well. They were just timed and in class.  Of course, you finished those without a worry in the world either. Herbology’s essay and practical exam of growing a successful puffapod was a walk in the park. You and Neville walked out of the Herbology room with your heads held high. You only began to shake at the thought of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. You began to walk to the dungeons with all the other third years. Then, all of a sudden, the panic set in. Everyone took their seats— you sat with Draco. Snape strolled to the back of the classroom and pulled the lid off of a copper cauldron. He peered inside before abruptly turning to face you. He stuck out a hand.

“Your essay, Ms. Black.”

You handed it in.

“Topic?”

“I wrote about Draught of Living Death, Professor, and the potential potency increase if combined with the Potion for Dreamless Sleep.”

“Very well, Ms. Black. You are dismissed.”

“Wait, what?” The other third years protested.

Snape silenced the entire class. He didn’t offer them any explanation. Instead, he told them to get out their cauldron and begin working on the first spell for exams. As everyone got to work, Snape poured out the tiniest vial of your felix felicis and gave it to you. The rest he bottled up and locked in the separate Potions supply cupboard. The vial was enough to get through Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You ran to find Cedric who just finished his final exam in Transfiguration. He laughed when you pulled him from his friends.

“Oh, good. You’re still here.”

“I was just about to head to Hogsmeade with the others. Do you want me to get you something?”

“I need your help.”

“For what?”

You held up the vial and Cedric tried to snatch it from you. He inquired nonstop about where you possibly got some liquid luck as you dragged him to the Charms room. You chugged down the vial and knocked on Professor Flitwick’s door. Not even moments later, you felt the potion start to work.

“I’d like to take my exam now, Professor Flitwick. If that’s alright with you?”

“Of course, Ms. Black. You just have to get five out of the seven charms from this year and three from a previous year to be considered passable. Your essay extra credit means you only need, we’ll say two charms from this year and two from a previous.”

Cedric blinked in amazement. The felix felicis really did work. You knew that even with extra credit you probably should have still done four charms from this year and two from last. You started with the charms from the previous year. Reparo was perfectly mastered, and the natural opener to your act. Cedric did as you asked and cast a simple spell towards you that you were able to block with the general counter spell— albeit the block was very messy and bounced off of the chalkboard. When it was time to move on, you pointed your wand at Cedric and casted the Cheering Charm. The boy smiled wide as if it was picture day for school before the smile dropped. It wasn’t long but it was good enough. The same thing happened when you casted the Body Binding Spell— Cedric went stiff for a moment. That moment was all you needed to earn the passable level.

“Well done, Ms. Black. Hard work seems to be all that you need.”

You nodded enthusiastically and raced to find your godfather. You watched the fourth years pile out of Lupin’s room and slipped past them.

“Uncle Remus!” you yelled, not caring that Cedric was still there. “Show me that boggart!”

You gripped your wand with fury. Hesitantly, Remus opened the cabinet. You prepared for the boggart to shift into your Uncle Lucius, bracing for the flash of platinum blonde hair. You paused along with Remus and Cedric. The long blonde hair never appeared. Your biggest fear changed. It was less about you and more about the person that you cared about the most. Instead, you were face to face with Sirius Black. But a Sirius Black with no life behind his eyes, holding a sign with his Azkaban numbers and Dementor’s Kiss written down on it. It felt like the luck was punched out right out of you. Your wand lowered slightly before you raised it again with a shakier hand.

“Riddikulus.”

Sirius gave you the slightest of smiles. “Hi, Poppet.”

Lupin ushered the boggart back into the cabinet. Cedric gave you a hug that you didn’t really return and left to go Hogsmeade. Lupin pulled you to sit on the floor with him. He grabbed two butterbeers and chocolate.

“I was expecting Lucius Malfoy,” he said.

“So was I,” you sheepishly admitted.

“I also wasn’t expecting that well of a performance.”

You held up the vial of felix felicis, a little bit of the golden potion was still there. Lupin grabbed it from you.

“(Y/N)!”

“Before you start, Professor Snape let me brew it and keep it. It’s only for final exams, I swear, just this class and charms,” you rushed out.

“Pro-p-prof— Severus authorized this?”

“It’s just for my exams, Uncle Remus.”

“I’m still not sure how you found out but I very much enjoy you calling me that.”

“I do too, it feels like I’ve got real family.”

Lupin finished his chocolate and you watched the itching begin. He coughed into his elbow twice before taking a long swig of butterbeer to try and balance out the reaction a bit. Lupin looked at the bottle.

“(Y/N), I wasn’t in a position to take care of a baby because of the werewolf thing and I’m still not sure how much better I am now but… if you want to spend summers with me, you don’t have to go back to Mr. Stapius— I’ll say it’s a very run down cottage, though.”

“Uncle Remus, you could live in a shack and I would still stay the entire summer.”

“That’s g—”

Ron came bursting into the room, finding out where you were from Cedric.

“Cornelius Fudge is here! They’re executing Buckbeak at sunset, Hagrid lost the appeal.”

You jumped up to your feet. “They can’t do that! We have to stop them.”

“One step ahead of you, (Y/N).”

As Ron said that, Harry and Hermione emerged from the Invisibility Cloak. Hermione was holding Crookshanks who meowed twice in greeting. Lupin stood up as well.

“Children—”

“Hi, Professor,” the other three said at the same time.

“An execution at sunset is well past a curfew that you still have until the school year is officially over.”

“Uncle Remus, a hippogriff is being falsely accused. This is serious.”

“I— okay,” Remus said exasperated.

He just put his hands on his hips and watched the four of you squeeze together underneath the cloak and shuffle out. The door seemed to close on its own. You all raced through the halls of Hogwarts in attempts to get to Hagrid’s hut as fast as possible. You knocked on Hagrid’s door until the half-giant opened up. Hagrid ushered you all inside quickly, before you were seen. He poured out tea for all of you, sniffling the entire time.

“Are you sure there is nothing we can do?” Harry asked.

“It’s alright, you kids shouldn’t be here. Don’t want you watchin’ an execution.”

“We want to be here to support you, Hagrid,” Hermione said as she grabbed the cream. “It’s n— Ron! It’s Scabbers!”

Crookshanks immediately reacted but Hermione was faster than her cat. She scooped Scabbers up and handed the rat to her friend. Both Ron and Hermione apologized to each other once more for ever arguing about a stupid rat. Hagrid stood up quickly, his jovial expression disappearing immediately.

“They’re comin’. You kids go on an’ hide, now, get out ‘fer they see you.”

You all exited the hut through the back door. Hagrid slammed the door and greeted Dumbledore along with Cornelius Fudge and the executioner just as the four of you hid in the pumpkin patch. You watched with sad eyes as you stared at Buckbeak. Hermione pulled at your arm. The two of you snapped out of it quicker. You both helped throw the Invisibility Cloak all over the four of you. The four of you began to run back towards the castle, stopping when you felt that you were safe enough to watch. You all squeezed each other’s hands as you watched the executioner’s axe come down— closing your eyes before it actually reached the hippogriff.

“Scabbers!” Ron whisper-screamed.

The rat had been going crazy the entire time you guys were watching Buckbeak. He jumped from Ron’s pocket, leading to Ron leaving the security of the Invisibility Cloak to chase after him. Naturally, you, Harry, and Hermione had to follow. You finally found Ron who was now on the ground clutching his rat. Hermione was the first to notice where you all stopped. She frantically patted you and Harry’s arm. You both looked up where she was looking. Ron was right underneath the Whomping Willow.

“Ron! Get up!” Harry yelled.

“Behind you.” Ron pointed.

The three of you turned to look at what he was pointing at. The black dog that you only saw once before was back. Although, it was a lot less friendly looking than before. The dog was growling and started to run. You, Hermione, and Harry ducked but the dog leaped over you as if you weren’t even a factor to it.

“Ron!”

You screamed his name at the same time that Ron was simply screaming. It became a scream fest. Ron was yelling as the dog pulled him down the hole in the tree— Crookshanks following behind. You were yelling for your friend. Harry and Hermione had made the mistake of getting too close to the tree and were now holding onto the Whomping Willow’s branches while screaming for dear life as it tried to shake them off. With the tree distracted, you ran towards it and practically punched the knot at the base of it— remembering where the dog had hit it last time. You ducked momentarily in case it didn’t work but soon Harry and Hermione’s screaming stopped and the tree launched them into the hollow in the trunk. You quickly followed.

The hollow was in fact a tunnel. The tunnel seemed to lead farther and farther down and you realized that you were no longer underneath the Whomping Willow and probably not even on the Hogwarts campus anymore. You tumbled down and crashed into the pile that was Harry and Hermione at the base of the tunnel. The tree of you jumped up and ran to your friend. Ron was clutching his rat in one hand and his leg in the other. Crookshanks huddled in the corner, never taking his eyes off of Scabbers.  

“Ron, are you okay?”

“Harry, it’s a trap. The dog— n-n— he’s an Animagus!”

Ron pointed again and you three looked. Your mouth dropped in shock. Sirius Black was standing in front of you. In an instant, Harry and Hermione pulled out their wands.

“If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to go through us.”

Your head snapped back and forth between your friend and your father. Your father looked like hell. His hair was kind of matted and hung down limply. His clothes were absolutely tattered. The most prominent thing to you was that he was skinny. But skinny as if the very life was sucked out of him— you came to the unfortunate realization that it must have been from the dementors. Sirius ignored everyone else to look at you for a moment. His face was somewhat unreadable.

“I told you not to come looking for your old man, Poppet.”

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious. You couldn’t tell anything really, his emotions weren’t very strong. The three of you looked up as you heard footsteps. Hermione began shouting for whoever was above to help. A door you hadn’t noticed before bursted open— the damaged wood splintering everywhere— and Professor Lupin stepped out. He kept his wand arm raised, eyes flitting between Sirius and you all.

“Where is he, Sirius?” Lupin asked.

“Professor? You’re his friend?” Harry practically shouted.

Hermione gave the man a wicked glare. “Harry, don’t trust him! He must’ve been helping Black sneak into the castle to find you— he’s a werewolf!”

Remus and Sirius both chuckled. “You really are the brightest witch of your age, not entirely correct but close enough.”

“I’ll tell the entire school,” Hermione spoke up.

“Go ahead,” Remus said. “The staff already knows.”

“Dumbledore knows?”

“Yes, now where is he, Sirius?”

The man pointed to Ron. The redhead protested with little real words and lots of spluttering.

“No, not you!” Sirius yelled. “The rat!”

“Scabbers? But Scabbers is ju—”

“Peter Pettigrew!”

“You’re lying,” Harry defended. “You killed him twelve years ago.”

Your dad began to chuckle like a madman. “Oh, I meant to kill little Peter. He got through twelve muggles before I got to him and I thought I did a good job. But he bested me, not tonight though.”

“No! Everyone saw you.”

“Everyone thought they saw him, Harry,” Remus spoke up. “I did too until you showed me the map. That map never lies. If you saw Peter Pettigrew it is because he is very much alive.”

Sirius took a step forward. “You still think that’s just a common house rat? He’s been in your family for how long now, twelve years? Unusual for a life expectancy of only two. He’s missing a toe, isn’t he? Came to you like that. Strange when all they could find of Pettigrew was—”

“A finger,” you whispered.

Hermione shook her head. “All Animagus must register.”

“Wrong again!” Sirius said with what you could mistake as delight. “You really shouldn’t have registered yourself, Poppet. The Ministry let three unregistered Animagi slip by them for their entire education at Hogwarts. Say hello to Mr. Padfoot, one fourth of the creators of the Marauders Map.”

Harry pointed his wand towards Remus. “Moony? Was my dad—”

“Mr. Prongs,” Sirius said before turning angry. “And I’m going to murder Wormtail, the traitor who doesn’t deserve to share our title!”

Lupin stopped Sirius from taking another step. He could see that Hermione and Harry were still hesitant. One wrong move and they lost Peter Pettigrew or got themselves hurt.

“Now, wait a moment, pal.”

Sirius grasped at his friend’s shoulders. “Let’s kill him! Let’s kill him, Remus. You know what he’s done, what he did to Lily and James. Le—”

“Wait just a moment.”

“I’ve done my waiting. Twelve years of it IN AZKABAN!”

Your dad, for the first time ever, was beginning to scare you. You dropped to the floor, clutching your head in your hands. Not many things made you shut down. You wouldn’t have made it very far in life if they did. Not the orphanage, not bullies at Hogwarts when they got bold enough to confront you, not the taunting at being a squib. But you froze in fear because your dad looked so much like Heron Black when he yelled.

He looked so much like your Aunt Bellatrix— he even looked like Lucius who wasn’t technically related to your family at all. That side of the Black family you didn’t like at all. When they got angry, it was like they could destroy the entire world. Sirius looked over. It’s like the world didn’t matter in that moment. He didn’t care that wands were still pointed at him. He broke from Remus’ grasp and moved to crouch down in front of you.

“Poppet, Poppet, I’m sorry. Dad didn’t mean to yell like that. I didn’t mean—”

Snape came bursting in. His wand was pointed, the sneer on his face growing larger at what he thought was his victory.

“Step away from the children, Black.”

“Severus, wait—”

Lupin was cut off as Snape pointed the wand at him instead. In a split second decision, Harry raised his wand at Snape and shouted out ‘Expelliarmus’. The wand and the man attached to it went crashing into a dusty bedpost in the corner of the room.

“How do we know to believe you?” Harry didn’t lower his wand. “How do we this is all real and not convenient coincidence?”

“Ask the cat.”

“Crookshanks?” Hermione asked in frustration. “How can we possibly?”

“You have an Animagus amongst your friends. Isn’t that in McGonagall’s lessons still? Animagus have the basic ability to understand animals.”

You lifted your head. “I don’t need the Animagus to speak to a cat.”

Sirius blinked. “You don’t?”

“I’ve been speaking cat since I was nine… Crookshanks!”

You beckoned the fluffy orange creature over while your father looked up at Lupin who seemed just as surprised to find that out. It wasn’t exactly something you needed to advertise. And after Professor McGonagall’s surprise when you first met at that exact same fact, you quickly realized that not everyone in the world could speak to animals. It was in fact not a normal magical skill to learn. Crookshanks, who had told you once before that you were the only other member he actually liked in the Golden Quartet, rested in your lap as he meowed and purred up a storm.

“Hermione, unless your cat is a liar. Crookshanks has had it out for Pettigrew ever since meeting my dad. He knows a human in an animal body from a real animal.”

With a shaky hand, Ron reached out to hand Scabbers to Sirius. He dropped the rat with a gasp when Scabbers bit him. Lupin began shouting spells with his wand, finally hitting the rat as he tried to squeeze through a hole in the wall. The little house rat turned into a full grown man who was now trapped in the place with the rest of you.

While not many people looked like their Animagus form, Peter Pettigrew was exactly what you would expect if you said human version of a rat. Peter immediately scrambled towards Remus. He clutched onto his friend’s cardigan as he begged the man to save him from Sirius. Your father’s face dropped as anger washed over it. He got up from where he was crouched in front of you to make his way to Peter Pettigrew who was failing at convincing Remus of his lies.

“How dare you, Wormtail. How dare you. I told them last minute to make you the keeper of the Potters’ whereabouts because I knew Voldemort would look for me. You betrayed us all. You intended to from the beginning. You got Lily and James killed, you got Alicia killed, you got me taken away from my daughter. You’re going to pay for that, Wormtail.”

Peter turned to you and Harry.

“You two look just like your parents. Harry, just like your dad. (Y/N), aren’t you—”

Sirius grabbed Peter by the shoulder. “Don’t ever think of speaking to either one of those children. Say another word to my kid and I’ll kill you in my dog form, rip you limb from limb with my teeth. Give me your wand, Remus.”

“Wait!”

Harry yelled and you looked at him. He couldn’t possibly believe Pettigrew?

(Part 9)...

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[diana-bookfairchild]

@flufftober Day 21: Kiss For Good Luck

Ginny’s teammates ran amuck in the lockers.

Vaishnavi looked to be performing some sort of chant. Simone was drawing a pentagram on the floor, and Laura was. . . . fiddling with a radio?

“What’s going on?” The redhead asked Valerie, her closest friend on the team.

Ginny was the newly minted chaser of the Holyhead Harpies. Seeing as it had been her favourite team since childhood, her entire family had been ecstatic for her – except Mum and Ron. Mum fretted, like she did over all her children with dangerous careers: which was pretty much all of them, with the exception of Percy and maybe George. Ron, on the other hand, sulked about her not joining the Cannons. Ginny had pointed out that as a newbie, to be taken seriously, she needed to build a winning streak, not a losing one.

Ron had lost it. The ensuing events had not been pretty.

Honestly, Ginny was pretty relieved they could fight about petty meaningless stuff like that. It was better than the days of We-Should-Be-Allowed-In-The-Order-Too and We’re-All-Suffering-From-Spell Shock-Grief-and-PTSD-and-Taking-It-Out-On-One-Another.

Ginny got along well with all of her teammates, but none more than Valerie – born Valentine – Rutland, pureblood-by-definition witch (having one muggle grandparent), on the reserve team for less than two years and nearly as new to the main team as Ginny, who’d rebelled against Voldemort and his Death Eaters by using her family’s trunk business to give unlimitedly extended trunks to muggle-borns for them to hide in, and had lost an uncle during the Battle of Hogwarts.

The two women had bonded over loving quidditch and butterbeer, a lot of trauma and annoying brothers. Also amazing boyfriends.

“It’s the pre-game panic,” Val said, looking amused. Ginny had once asked her if the nickname reminded her of when her body hadn’t reflected her gender and her birth name, and her friend had denied it, saying that she had been lucky enough to have gotten a supportive family and an early Sex-Change potion. “Everyone has their own weird thing they just really have to do right before the game. Wait till Rhiannon gets here, nothing gets more ridiculous than hers.”

“What’s yours?” Ginny asked, interested. Hogwarts had nothing like this. The House League was pretty small time compared to something like this, she supposed.

Val hesitated before confessing in a small tone – “I like to look at my merchandise.”

“Val,” Ginny said in a mock horrified tone. “How arrogant. Merlin, fame really does get to one’s head.”

“Shut uuup,” Her friend whined. “Besides, says the girlfriend of The Man Who Conquered. You hypocrite.”

Ginny stuck her tongue out, even as she internally pulled a face. She loved being Harry’s girlfriend, being the Boy-Who-Lived turned The-Man-Who-Conquered turned Star Auror’s, though? More of a chore than anything.

Still. Harry was worth all the hassle, and much more. Harry was worth everything.

If she went back in time and told her ten-year-old self she’d grow to date the cute green-eyed boy on the platform, who just so happened to be Harry Potter, she’d probably explode. Ginny could only feel amused at the delusions of that naïve kid.

Harry wasn’t perfect. Ginny wasn’t either, for that matter. They fought over who took the last Cauldron Cake, over who had to do the dishes, over who had to tell Mum they wouldn’t make it to dinner; and much more serious matters – Harry hiding injuries, Ginny hiding nightmares, Ginny being left behind, Harry’s secrets, their careers.

But they also loved each other. Harry woke a complaining Ginny up to see a beautiful sunrise together, Ginny learned how to make her mum’s treacle tart for Harry, they fell asleep in one another’s arms even without sex, she held his hand when he landed in the hospital after one of his missions and Ron and Hermione held vigil beside the bed, Harry teased her about her childhood ambition to be a niffler and hippogriff hybrid, Ginny held Harry as he confessed that she had been the first one to properly tell him she loved him – Sirius had told him he and Harry’s parents loved Harry in passing during a long rant --, Harry screamed himself hoarse cheering for the Harpies, Harry helped Ginny document what she had been doing at which time in an effort to convince herself she wasn’t being possessed, and they played with Teddy and hosted his birthday parties.

And the sex was amazing. George often teased Harry and Ron for ‘settling early’ but she was pretty certain that he hadn’t shagged someone on a broomstick in the moonlight, while whispering his love. Not that she would know. She preferred staying out of her brothers’ sex lives.

Her relationship would be both less and much more than she had ever dreamed of during her childhood.

“What would yours be, then?” Val asked, breaking Ginny out of her reverie.

“My pre-game ritual? Better than yours, I’d reckon,” She smirked, and her friend rolled her eyes. Ginny considered the question. She didn’t feel the particular urge to do something new or neurotic. She felt nervous of course, but she also felt ready to go out there and prove herself.

Ginny loved being Harry’s girlfriend, but she wanted to be more than that. She wanted to be more than the girl who thought pouring her heart out to a diary that talked back and turned out to be the Dark Lord was a good idea. She wanted to do something she loved. She wanted her heart to pound, to be exhausted everyday but still get up and do it again, to be cheered on. She wanted a partner who could help her with her trauma, but still love her and respect her as a strong woman and her own person.

Harry was all that, and so much more. It was also good that he’d been family for a while, and so none of her brothers dared to disapprove.

“I don’t know,” She said finally. “Can’t really think of anything.” Val looked disappointed, and opened her mouth.

“WEASLEY!” Gwenog Jones yelled. “People for you. Get rid of them quickly!”

“As you command, Coach,” Ginny said, bowing dramatically and rushing out before Gwenog could react.

She wondered who it was as she hurried through the rooms – Gwenog would throw a fit if she was too late. A green blur suddenly threw itself at her, resolving all doubts.

“Ginny! Ginny!” The child shrieked.

“Teddy! Teddy!” Ginny imitated.

“We’re gonna see your game!” Teddy smiled his toothy grin while speaking in his childish voice, missing several letters. “Nana says to make sure ‘Ginny doesn’t break her head’.” His large green eyes, twinning with both Harry’s and the Holyhead Harpies merchandise he was covered in, blinked up at her. Every Weasley was a sucker for his eyes like that. “Whassa mean, Ginny?”

“Don’t listen to mum, Teddy Bear,” Ginny said seriously, kneeling in front of her boyfriend’s godson. “You know how adults say, like, super boring things?”

Teddy’s green hair melted into black – indicating sullenness – for a second, before rippling back. “Like grandmum’s bedtime?”

“Exactly,” Ginny said solemnly. “So we should just listen without thinking about it, or we’ll be punished.”

Teddy nodded just as solemnly, obviously forgetting his original question in commiserating with her.

“You’re a boring adult too now, Ginny,” Andromeda said dryly. “Come on Teddy, let’s go.”

“Never,” Ginny said, affecting a great deal of vehemence. Teddy hugged her, whispering good luck. She kissed him on his head.

As they left, both Harry and Ginny waved back at Teddy. Ginny turned to her boyfriend and gasped falsely. “My, my. The Harry Potter? Whatever did I do to deserve this?”

“I was looking for my girlfriend,” Harry said, grinning. “Have you seen her?”

“No,” Ginny murmured, sidling up to him. “Maybe I can be a … stand-in?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“I don’t know,” Harry said seriously. “She’s pretty irreplaceable.”

Ginny’s heart fluttered.

“Going to give the girlfriend a kiss for good luck?” She asked, dropping the pretense, and wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck. Harry’s hands came up to support her waist.

“Doubt she needs it,” Harry said. “She’s an extreme badass. I need one from her to make sure I don’t fall over the stands.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Don’t jinx it, Potter.” She paused. “And if it does happen, make sure you’re nowhere near Teddy. He’d take a dive after you.”

“How is it my fault that he decided a Gringotts cart was a good place to practice Muggle Superheroes?” Harry complained.

“We all know you telling him the story of your oh-so-wonderful heist was what inspired him, Harry,” Ginny scoffed. “You’d better not lose access to him.” She teased. Everyone knew there was nothing Harry could do that would make Andromeda cut him off. Teddy worshipped the ground he walked on.

“My access to Teddy what you’re dating me for, Weasley?” Harry asked in mock offense.

“What else is even there?” Ginny sighed.

“Well, I am the Chosen One.” Harry smirked.

“Oh, I’m swooning. Catch me, oh great Potter!”

“That’s Captain to you, Weasley.” He paused. “Maybe you do need that good luck kiss. From the youngest Seeker in centuries.”

“Former Captain, thank you very much. Who was it that captained Gryffindor to its win in their last year? And, oh yeah, who won the Cup the year you were Captain?”

Harry pouted. Ginny hated how much that made her want to kiss him. “No kiss then?”

“I’m afraid I can’t resist the famous Harry Potter charm.” Ginny got onto her toes and kissed him. He tasted of treacle tart – of course he did – and Ginny got the feeling she always did when they kissed. Harry nearly lifted her off her feet as they kissed fiercely.

“It’s patented,” Harry gasped for breath, and pressed kisses to her cheeks and jaw.

Ginny laughed at that. “I love you,” She said tenderly. She hated being emotional – came from all the masculine toxicity growing up, she supposed – but Harry changed that.

“I love you too,” Harry whispered. His tone was intimate, his voice was low and husky. Ginny could listen to it forever. She could hear the emotional vulnerability, the ‘my heart’s been broken enough, please don’t leave me too’ ringing through his words. Ginny kissed him again, one hand cupping his cheek, ‘I’m not. To the best of my ability. Not by my will. I promise.’

They parted, foreheads resting against one another. “You’re going to kick ass,” Harry promised. “You always do.”

Ginny hardly lacked in confidence. But when Harry told her that, it increased exponentially. “’Course I am,” She said. “You’ll be there? After the match?” She didn’t let the emotion through this time, but she knew Harry understood.

“Wild hippogriffs couldn’t stop me,” He said seriously. Ginny kissed him on the cheek, reluctant to leave him. But she was cutting it close. Their fingers were interlocked.

Harry slowly let her hand go, gaze never leaving hers. Ginny smiled at him. His lips quirked in response. She turned and went back to the locker room.

“So?” Val asked.

“So what?” Ginny shot back, grabbing her broom and keeping a ear out to the commentators’ talk.

“You look like you had an excellent pre-game panic,” Her friend noted.

“I didn’t do anything special,” Ginny protested, genuinely surprised.

“Well, your expression is the same as that,” Val said, jabbing her thumb at Vaishnavi, who now that she was done with her chants, was practically glowing and seemed determined to get out there.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Who was it for you?” Val asked, in investigator mode, apparently.

“Andromeda and Teddy. And Harry.” She felt her voice soften at his name.

“So that’s it,” Val smirked. “Pretty disappointing, Weasley.”

Ginny’s eyes furrowed. “What?”

“Harry. He’s clearly your pre-game nerves thing. Look at your face,” Val laughed. “The boyfriend, Ginny, really? How cliché.”

Ginny had to smile as she thought of Harry being her pre-game ritual. She wanted him to be there before every game. She wanted him for the rest of her life. “Personally? I think it’s pretty lucky.”

And lucky it was. They won the game. And Harry was always there, for the rest of both of their lives.

#flufftober #flufftober2022 #day 21 #harry potter #hinny #hinny fluff #ginny weasley #teddy lupin #hinny imagine #original trans character #harry potter x ginny weasley #canon compliant

[ravenelyx]

6, 13, 29 love!!!

Aceee!! <3 helloo

Here you go !!

6- What’s the last line you wrote?

I don't really remember which one between those two is the actual last, so I'll spoil and post both :")

From the upcoming chapter of I love you in every timeline:

Sebastian looked at Daphne as she disappeared up the stairs with a growing dread in his chest, her sister's letter tightly clutched in her hand. She'll be back to Hogwarts soon, she had said.

From a upcoming crackfic / one-shot I've been working on:

And so she did — hesitantly, reluctantly, and only because she didn't want poor Sebastian to go through whatever the red-head had set him up with alone. If the potion killed them, at least they would die together.

13- Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

Not at all - it's far too distracting for me :")

29- What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I'm not sure how to answer this... I suppose I actually like it when I write those sort of ironic, cute sentences here and there. So far: those are some of my favourites :")

From ILYET:

Sebastian followed suit, stepping on the soft ground of the pub. He frowned slightly and looked down, confused as to why one would deprive himself of the privilege of a stone floor.

It turned out the only privilege the owner deprived himself of was hygiene.

"This place hasn’t been cleaned in centuries, has it?" He asked, kicking the dirt with the point of his shoes.

From upcoming wips (including new ilyet chapters)

A few apples from a sketchy house hidden in a corner in Hogsmeade? Perfectly edible, if not a bit chalky.

A glass of Firewhiskey lying around in a Scriptorium that hasn't been opened for thousands of years? Only a little sour.

A soupçon of whatever Garreth had conceived while watching Poppy Sweeting accidentally drop a string of her hair that caught up in her hands into her cauldron while adding Newt spleens to her Everlasting Elixir? She would get a stomach pump for less.

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The ones still showering hadn't even drawn the curtains, splashing water and soap everywhere as they violated each and every rule of public nudity regulation; the others were laughing and chattering, pushing each other over as they dressed. It was going to be a long shower.

"I'm still washing the soap off," he replied curtly as the blond jolted here and there to avoid the flying drops of water.

Ominis wiped his face with the hem of his robe, a frown on his face.

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"Well, I would have loved to visit Honeydukes as I'm… well… not from here as you know!" He answered stubbornly, and you almost rolled your eyes. He deflated — perhaps the only reason he should actually visit Honeydukes is to commission himself a huge birthday cake with golden lettering that spelt 'Officially Pathetic N.1'

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Part 2.) Library

Things were going well for the girl, she had good grades so far, her dorm room and fellow house mates were nice and most importantly, she had many friends, which she all oddly met in the library.

"They left me!" Exclaimed the Hufflepuff, when she found the library table where her and her friends were supposed to have a group study- well, empty.

"'Lets have a group study together', they said! 'Lets meet up at the third table in the corner of the library' they said! And they aren't even here!" [Y/N] huffed, finally letting out her annoyance and sat down the table, placing her books down.

To be fair- it was also the girls fault. She was a bit late because she got lost and all, but Hogwarts was a big place! Of course she'll be lost.

It was all hallways, left and right, the stairs were moving too, which made [Y/N] panic and trip whenever she climbed the stairs faster, scared that the stairs will move while she's still in it.

She tried to focus, reading one of her books in hopes of getting at least one lesson in her head and also, chewing a cauldron cake which she sneaked inside the library, when she felt a slight brush against her toe.

She froze. Blinking, she contemplated. 'Someones pet cat perhaps? Or a spider?" Pet cats often get lost and roam around the castle, either looking for their owner or just wandering.

It could be a spider, the castle was old after all. Slowly, [Y/N] peeked under the table only to find 2 pairs of eyes staring back at hers.

"Heya Girlie!" "EEP-!"

She yelped in suprised and lifted her head only to bump her head against the table. "Ow.." "Uh, if you mind Girlie, we're trying to hide so-" "Keep quiet will ya?" The other boy finished with a wink.

Lifting her head, carefully this time- not bumping her head. She saw an irritated Slytherin, looking around. The student was drenched, with pink ink, it was all over him.

The Slytherin seemed to be looking for something, or someone. It was obviously the pair of boys underneath the table, they were giggling underneath the table, hiding.

He grit his teeth and exited the library. The two boys then left the table and stretched, dusting of the dust off them. "Great idea George, would've gotten caught!" " Have you seen his face Fred? He was like an angry Ogre!!" The two snickered.

They looked identical, twins. They both had red hair, the same smile and the same face. "Oh yeah, thanks for not ratting us out Girlie!" The other spoke.

"I'm Fred Weasley, -" "and I'm George Weasley!" The two introduced themselves. "I'm [Y/N] [L/N], I'm a first year.."

"Great to meet ya and all [Y/N], but uh, we've got to go!" Fred said, "I can already hear Percy's rambling about discipline!" And George finishes as the both laughed.

"See ya, first year!" Both of them waved good bye in unison. [Y/N] giggled to herself.

The next day, she again entered the library. Looking around for places to sit, she unfortunately found the library packed with students.

Glancing in the corner of the library, there she found a bushy haired girl reading, her eyes moving obviously concentrated on her book. "Excuse me.." Her attention now on the Hufflepuff.

"May I sit here?" "Sure, as long as you're quiet." The girl nodded then sat beside her. Again, she tried to focus, but her mind betrayed her.

She glanced at the girl beside her, now realising that the book she was reading was massive and she was already almost finished with it.

"Staring is rude, you know?" "O-oh! Sorry, I'm just amazed at how far you've read the book already! What're you reading?"

"Hogwarts: A History. This is a new version though, it's been updated. Did you know that the sorting hat belonged to Godric Gryffindor?"

"Really? That's so cool! What else does it say there?" The Hufflepuff's attention then got caught, and in amazement her eyes twinkled.

"It is also said that, During the- oh, my apologies. My name is Hermione Granger, you?" "My name is [Y/N] [L/N] it's a pleasure to meet you!"

The two talked, about Hogwarts, Houses, Potions, Spells and eventually, the conversation turned into random topics.

"I like candy, I carry a lot of them in my pockets. Though I gobbled them all up before I could even enter the library."

Hermione chuckled at the girl ,

"I'm not that interested in candy, my parents are Dentists, they said it's bad for my teeth."

The two talked for hours until they realised they have talked to each other enough. They bid their good byes and the girl left with a smile on her face, giddy that she made a friend.

Hermione on the other hand had butterflies in her stomach, she huffed. Someone was interested in her rambles. Usually, people were annoyed at her for talking about her interests or what she read about. To them, it was really, really boring.

But [Y/N], she was actually listening, the way her eyes twinkled as she grew more invested Hermione's stories and how she smiled whenever she talks or whenever she asks questions, got Hermione feeling some type of way.

Days passed and they met again, the girl never left her mind. She was always there, which in turn confused Hermione. Though, the Gryffindor only pushed the thought away.

"Good day, [Y/N]." "Hello Hermione!" Hermione pushes the chair, and sits on it, preparing her book in alphabetical order, getting her ink and papers ready. Listening as [Y/N] talks about random things.

"Snape gives me the creeps!" "Same here, he stares too much." The red head boy and his friend talked to each other.

"Oh look, it's Hermione." The read heads joy deflated when he saw the bushy haired girl, he rolled his eyes. Before he could even leave the library, Hermione spotted called the two boys over.

"Hello Harry, Ron." "Hello Hermione." Greeted Harry, while Ron only ignored the girl and his eyes layed on a Hufflepuff girl. "Who's this?" "Oh, this is my friend [Y/N]."

[Y/N] smiled and offered candy to the boys, which they gratefully took. "I'm Ron Weasley," "Harry, Harry Potter." "pleasure to meet you guys!" They smiled at eachother.

Harry smiled, finally meeting someone who didn't went bonkers when they knew his name. Most of them only even become friends with him because he's popular.

"Weasley? Are your brothers Fred and George Weasley?" "Huh, oh yeah, you know them?" "Yeah! They were so silly.." The Hufflepuff recalled as she chew on a sugar flavoured jelly bean.

"'course, they're my brothers." Ron rolled his eyes, he said unwrapping a candy quietly. Hermione sighed, only watched her friends eating candy, in a LIBRARY. She was not, by any means, impressed.

"Anyways, have you guys made the essay that professor Snape has assigned us?" She asked, Harry and Ron groaned, complaining about the essay.

"Oh! Is it about the Wiggenweld Potion? Oh I loved the story behind it! Though I haven't- " Ron asks if he can have a jelly bean "sure, take some! - done it though, the ingredients are really difficult to research on-" when Hermione was about to offer help, Ron suddenly coughs loudly.

"BLEUGH-" He spits out the jelly bean and started to wipe his tongue with his robe's sleeves while still coughing and wheezing. Desperately wanting to wipe the taste out of his mouth. "What happened?" Harry laughs at the red head.

"It was snot flavoured!" Ron exclaimed, his face in utter terror. After that, an angry Madam Pince kicked all the group out, leaving an also angry Hermione to teach Ron about 'manners' and a laughing Harry and [Y/N].

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TROPED MADNESS 4.0: CHOPPING BLOCK

Two fics were written following a Theme of [Romantic Tragedy], and including the Tropes of [The 100 AU] and [Secret Lovers]!! Voting determined which author would be named our TROPED MADNESS CHAMPION! Two (2) heart-wrenching fics this round, but, unfortunately, only one author can survive to the end!

A huge congratulation to our Runner Up, our final author on the Chopping Block!! This author has wowed us all and blown through these rounds with style!! A Snowy Clurphy disaster fic to a fantastic Linctavia first pet fic (with DRAGONS!!), a super cute and cozy demon fic, and even bringing The Maze Runner into The 100!! We were thrilled to have you writing for us, and we hope you'll be back to write with us again soon!

We want to say a big thank you so much to all the authors who participated, we are so happy you decided to be a part of TROPED Madness 4.0, and we hope you’ll join us again for more events in the future!! Information about our future events (Timeloops anyone?) can be found here, at @troped-fanfic-challenge!!

The Author who has been Chopped is:

@slyth-princess!

Always Been the End of the World

QR/R1 | Rated T | The 100 | John Murphy x Clarke Griffin | 5.9k

Summary: Clarke's day is turning out to be a disaster. If stubbing her toe and her shitty roommate, she also has to deal with John Murphy, the bane of her existence. Even though she loves working at this bakery his mere presence makes that harder with each day. But with a major order, for her childhood best friend's wedding no less, she can't let him distract her. Nothing he does is going to get under her skin today.

Unfortunately, it seems, Mother Nature has other plans.

Although, just maybe, her day doesn't end up being quite as much of a disaster as she thought.

These golden ashes (turn to dirt)

R2 | Rated T | The 100 | Lincoln kom Trikru x Octavia Blake | 5.9k

Summary: In the Kingdom of Arkadia to be born with Magic is a death sentence. For this reason, when Aurora Blake gives birth to a daughter of fire, she makes the choice to hide her away. But those that burn cannot be contained for long.

When Octavia has had enough, she runs to the forbidden Wood. It is here she meets her destiny. And, in doing so, makes her plan for something she has dreamed of most of her life.

Revenge

Cauldrons and Crows and Chocolate Cake

R3 | Rated G | The 100 | Jasper Jordan x Maya Vie | 5.8k

Summary: Jasper Jordan is fully aware that, as far as demons go, he is not particularly good at being one. With no taste for violence or revenge, the closest he comes to doing anything most consider demonic is either accidental or a prank. Which is why, when Bellamy Blake tells him he has been summoned by a powerful witch to help her with something he nearly falls out of his seat.

When he gets to her bookshop, however, he is pleasantly surprised by what she asks of him. And even more presently surprised by the company she keeps.

Baby you're just harder to see than most

R4 | Rated T | The Maze Runner | Thomas x Newt | 5.9k

Summary: 97 years ago the world ended. Not in a rain of fire as was foretold, but instead, in a rain of blood. As The Flare devoured Earth, so did WCKD rise.

Thomas has dedicated his life to The Mission - monitor Earth for signs of survivability, prepare the residents of the WCKD space station for re-entry, and ensure humanity's survival. It’s an important mission. It's one he can't do with any distractions.

Which is a problem when someone he's not supposed to love steps back into his life and turns everything he knows on its head.

A huge thanks and congratulations to our second place finalist!!!! The TROPED Madness Champion will be revealed in the next post!

All fics for Madness can be found here! Thanks for hanging out with us and happy writing! Don’t forget to keep your eyes peeled for info about Troped Timeloop, and a new Trope Exchange Event, coming soon!

xoxo - S&B

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