#. Would he have reasons to kill Harry? Like genuine question.

[the-furies]

i am surw we've said this before but hannibal would absolutely kill me for food crimes and that's hilarious. love that 4 me

#pk;m half light🔴 #I DO MEAN OUR FICTIVE BTW LMFAO but like. canon hannibal would too #along w other reasons probably. idk. ACTUALLY. actually. #. Would he have reasons to kill Harry? Like genuine question. #Cuz to kill me he'd have to kill Harry. uhhhh. And afaik he wouldn't kill him on account of ACAB. soooo?? #Like Harry's fine with cannibalism canonically? He consciously v much awarely committed such. Like I think #if Hannibal showed up & was like Let me treat you to dinner :) and ir was some extravagant 5 star meal but it was also PEOPLE #Harry would not give a shit! Food is food!! #If anything he might get killed because he's like. Terrifying when drunk lmao??? OH Y'KNOW. Y'KNOW WHAT. #DOESN'T HANNIBAL GO AFTER PEOPLE WHO HURT OTHERS FOR NO REASON. Yeah he. #Yeah Harry's getting turned into an art project for fucking up that one guy's kneecaps that one time. at Least. #. ANYWAYS! I forgot what i was talking about. #Hi! We haven't been able to take our adhd meds in about 4 days! HWHDND #ACTUALLY WAIT. ok so we haven't watched the show in years btw. But also maybe he'd just keep Harry around to like. manipulate #BUT HARRY COULD JUST CAN OPEN HIM AND BE ANNOYING LMAO like. someone's dying at the end of the day #JDKSDMFJFJ

[the0doreslover]

Hi do you still do requests if so i have an odd one for you.

Ravenclaw reader has a headache and asks for a remedy from one of the Gryffindors, Fred gives her a Potion in a bottle that she drinks all of it. It's not until her second lesson that she starts feeling funny, she realized it's a combo of LSD and water so she trippin. She normally quite shy and reserved. Realising she cant concentrate she skips her lessons and stays at the tower where's she meets Theodore Nott and is giggling like a child. He finds it amusing and she confesses he situation.

chemical romance

it may of been the fact that you hadn’t been sleeping very well for the past couple of nights but you woke up with a splitting headache, causing you to wince in pain at every slight movement you made.

You had just about made it out of bed and into the great hall when you took a seat at whatever table was closest.

you ended up on the gryfindor table surrounded by some of your friends

“you look like shit” ron laughed

“thank you ron, always so sweet”

“what’s going on with you?” hermione asked genuinely curious for her friend

“my head is killing me” you explained

“freddy don’t we have something for that?” george asked his brother with a smile

“are you talking about our new and improved headache remedy” fred replied a bit to animatedly

“i’ll honestly take anything”

“anything?” they asked at the same time making you regret your statement

“don’t do it y/n you can’t trust them” harry piped in

“thanks for your concern harry but i’d literally take slugs if that got rid of this headache”

“if you want we can give you slugs as well” george smiled

“don’t test me”

after breakfast you followed the twins to their dorm and sat quietly on george’s bed while you waited for them to cure you

a few minutes later they came out with a bottle, after pouring it into a cup you were shooed out of their dorm

“so i just drink this?”

“yeah, drink you won’t know what hit you”

you were about to ask what they meant by that before you saw the door being shut in your face

“well, thank you” you shouted at the door hoping they could hear.

wasting no time you quickly gulped back the liquid and started walking to your class.

Potions, one of the most long lessons in your timetable.

you were currently trying to brew a sleeping draught with seamus finnigan while also waiting for your medicine to take effect.

once snape assessed your potion you sat back down and closed your eyes for a second

“hey y/n what are you doing after classes?” you heard seamus ask you

opening your eyes you froze at the change in scene, your vision started going fuzzy, you blinked a few times to try and fix it but instead it made it worse. Now things were breathing?

you couldn’t focus on what seamus was asking you, and instead were just trying to understand what was happening to you.

“i was wondering if you would like to hang out?” his voice echoed like a loud microphone

you looked down at your hand and watched as it left a trail as you waved it. Looking back up remembered a book you read last year on muggle-

those ginger twits gave you drugs.

luckily for you it wasn’t that high of a dose but despite that you still were finding it hard to concentrate on anything.

“so what do you say?” seamus asked again while that question rung in your mind sounding quite odd

you laughed, not on purpose, you swear

“you don’t have to? no need to laugh at me” he grumbled

you quickly shot up attracting some eyes of other students

“sir i need to leave” you said with a smile looking at a random student who looked a lot like snape.

“i’m over here miss L/n, what is the reason?”

you tried your best to locate where he said that from and quickly thought of an excuse

“i’m not feeling well!” you laugh and accidentally said to loud before giving up and quickly grabbing your things ready to shoot out the door.

snape had just about excused you, not believing your situation as you laughed in his face, once you had been allowed to go you wandered the hallways shouting insults aloud

“stupid weasleys, that’s illegal!”

“how dare they give me drugs”

“i’m going to kill them”

despite your anger you couldn’t stop yourself laughing

you shortly found yourself at the entrance of the astronomy tower.

finding no point in going to your next lesson you went up the stairs.

you found looking at the floor quite interesting to be honest, the way the tiles were moving was quite calming to you

you were still grumbling insults towards the twins when you got to the tower

“you alright?”

you jumped at the voice and quickly looked up, despite your vision being a bit off you could make out the face of the slytherin, Theodore nott.

“yeah” you laughed

“alright”

you both started at each other in awkward silence before you burst into laughter yet again

“did i say something funny?” he looked amused

“not you” you smiled

“this is the most i’ve heard you say in all the years i’ve shared classes with you”

“haha very funny” you said trying to be sarcastic but ending up laughing your ass off “i’m sorry, i really am sorry”

“no way” he said, his eyebrows raising and mouth turning up into a grin

you of course could barely make out the objects around you

“what?” you asked

“you’re on drugs!” he said and this time it was his turn to laugh

“no no no” you said trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably starting a chain of laughter between the two of you

“i cannot believe this! Y/n L/n is on dr-”

you quickly shot forward and tried to put your hand on his mouth, but ended up covering his eyes

“no one can ever know this” you whispered while he nodded

“what did you take?” he asked

“i…. don’t know?” you grinned

“you’re funny” he replied

“trust me, i’m not i’m only interesting right now because i’m on drugs… wait am i going to become a drugaholic? shit i’m a drug addict!” you panicked suddenly not finding the situation funny

he sat down leaning against the railing while you followed.

“you’re definitely in the panicking stage but don’t worry i think you have to drugs everyday to be a drug addict” he smiled “you’re fine”

you smiled back and almost forgot, you were actually talking to a slytherin!

almost forgot

“i shouldn’t be talking to you” you said turning away from him

“oh yeah? why’s that”

“you don’t like my friends” you answered

“can’t i not like you’re friends and like you?”

“it doesn’t work like that” you said looking back at him now

“why can’t we make it work?” he said softly

“you know i have barely been able to see your face this whole time” you laughed changing the subject

“why’s that?” he asked

“your blurry”

you both bursted into laughter again

“we should go somewhere else, there’s a class in here next”

“we? no i’m going to sleep this off, have fun going somewhere else” you said beginning to walk away. You felt him grab your hand, turning to face him he smiled

“for the record i always found you interesting”

he let go then walked right past you

you watched his figure go down the stairs and stood frozen for a minute

“wait theodore! i can’t go down these stairs, i could just about go up them, i’ll fall and die!”

#harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #slytherin #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire #pansy parkinson #draco malfoy #weasley twins

[olderthannetfic]

I always see people who have never been antis, talking about/questioning how some antis even ARE antis when you look at their taste in media - ie the ever famous joke of "Hannigram is #problematique" "but it's a show where he eats people" or whatever.

I thought I'd weigh in as someone who could, hypothetically, be called an ex-anti (which, thankfully, nothing ever really came out of it - it was just very 2014 keyboardwarrior-esque behavior of me being a chronically online young adult who would share posts in a group chat making fun of certain shippers, or reblog posts about how 50shades is The Most Problematic Media Ever to exist -- basically I was an anti with anti-lines of thoughts, but i never, like, a ran a Shipping Discourse Blog or whatever)

For me, personally, it was a few different things. I can now see how it's incredibly hypocritical that teenaged me shipped Light/L, while still thinking that Dramione was Bad And Abusive. It ultimately boiled down to a) being pretentious, and b) just not understanding media or what proshippers REALLY believed, with a side of c) not realizing that nuance exists. like i was pretty late to join tumblr, I think I immigrated here during PEAK "yourfaveisproblematic" era which definitely did have an impact on my opinions and my tastes.

to elaborate, a.) being pretentious. i mean this one just kinda goes without saying. "I engage in media in a way more intellectual way than you do, don't you know that? You're a filthy and disgusting person who writes Snape/Hermione because you're an actually disgusting pedophile IRL who would probably date your own student that you're abusing if you could. Meanwhile, I'm a very smart, good, and pure person. When I read Uncle Vernon/Harry, I'm doing it in a G-d honoring whump way that clearly condemns abuse, incest, and rape. Unlike YOU who only writes harmful stuff as a way to get people off :/"

(as an aside, i think this line of thinking will ALWAYS be present in fandom and popculture in some way, sadly. ie the recent trend of people hating on booktok bc the books are 'trashy' and how these porn addicts should read real classic literature instead.)

as for b.), not understanding media - i cannot emphasize enough that i was GENUINELY stupid and disconnected enough to think that proshippers REALLY WERE pro-All Of The Degenerate Dead Doves That They Wrote.

why did i feel this way? why did i understand that Lolita clearly isnt pro-pedophilia, but for some reason i thought that someone shipping weecest was? well, first of all, i think that fanfiction is (generally) seen as Less Serious than classic literature, and fandom is a fun place, so i guess i somehow thought that every fanfic/fanartist who wrote Problematic Things, especially Problematic Things that they portrayed as Sexy, really DID enjoy the thought of that Actually Happening To Real People.

and i think THIS is the bulk of why antis ARE antis. i'm not calling them all stupid - i do think BEING an anti is stupid, but at the same time, there are people who are truly smart and good-intended people who just have some really off color opinions about, like, homestuck ships or whatever. Lawlight is okay because notebooks that kill people don't exist so it's IMPOSSIBLE for the Harmful Aspects of Light/L to be romanticized! but schoolyard prejudiced bullies DO exist and are a REAL problem so Drarry is BAD (*truly completely unaware of the fact that there's 'realistic' aspects of the Light/L dynamic and 'unrealistic' aspects of Drarry - such as, for example, Hogwarts arguably being even MORE of a fantasy setting than DN is.*) I know that media literacy is the hot buzzword of the year to throw around in 2024, but, like, i really did not have media literacy.

as for c.), not realizing nuance exists - ok "nuance" might not be the best word here, but i dont know how else to describe it. like, each time ive typed the word "problematic" out in this ask, i've done so in a very tongue in cheek/ironic/retroactive way, but, like, those posts about how Everything Is Problematic, Including Your Fave ARE true. and i didn't like the fact that my favorite media or favorite person might've Made A Mistake! i need to Talk About Its Issues Because I'm So Betrayed That My Dear Sweet Comfort Media Would Do This To Me. I Need To Prove I Clearly Condemn It.

like, i legit morally could not justify reblogging a twilight post without adding in the tags '#this is my guilty pleasure it sucks that the books were so racist though' or whatever. Most people were lucky enough to avoid that line of thinking, but there was an actual group of people who felt a genuine need to virtue signal all the time, partly bc, hey, they WERE passionate about talking abt #issues in media, but also bc of a subconscious fear of If You Reblog A Singular Piece Of Hetalia Fanart, You're Literally A Nazi And Will Get A Callout Post Written About You.

and during all of this i was at the tail end of my high school experience (yes i know im younger than most of your audience, ha). i was going through A Lot emotionally, going through a lot of life changes, and lived in a very . . . interesting household/place where i couldn't do ACTUAL good in the world that i was passionate about. so to make up for the fact that i was genuinely in no place to do legit activism, clearly i had to save the gay community by arguing about johnlock queerbaiting or whatever.

^ and honestly i do think that is the position of most antis. theyre isolated and cant seem to do Enough in the Real Scary World so they have to resort to talking about how bad of a person someone is for "shipping abuse", bc theyre not in a situation where they could, for example, ACTUALLY fight the good fight to end abuse or raise awareness for it.

There was way more to it and way more that I could say, if I wanted to, but this post is long enough as it is and probably doesn't make much sense.

I feel bad for antis, honestly, or at least the ones who are antis in the way I used to be.

--

Oh yes, passionate young fools who think they can at least fix the internet if not their lives make up most of the cannon fodder. Some of the ringleaders are just mini dictators and wannabe cult leaders, but most anti-leaning types are just traumatized or clueless, even a lot of the ones who do serious damage and don't just mock shit in private with their friends.

[kittensyoonie]

Ateez X Male Reader

Yeosang is pushed to finally confess to y/n after having a crush on him for over a year. Except, he’s a massive introvert who found himself in a very anxious situation.

Kang Yeosang X Male Reader (no agab mentioned)

Requested: no

Warnings: none! Just some fluff~

Y/n and Yeosang met during Ateezs’ time abroad in America before their debut. The two met at a skate park and immediately hit it off. The fact y/n could care less that Yeosang or his friends might be famous made Yeosang feel safer with him.

So even after he went back to Korea, they kept in touch. The boys noticed how he’d smile more and more through the years when they would text. They’d tease him about it, but all in all were pretty encouraging. They approved of him. Even Wooyoung, his best friend, was very fond of him.

During their tour in America, they came up with a plan. They’d invite y/n to the concert, and push Yeosang to finally confess to him. They knew y/n returned Yeosangs feelings and were waiting for him to figure it out. They realized though, even if he figured it out, he’d be too scared to do anything himself.

Y/n didn’t suspect anything when he showed up at the venue. He thought it was just his friends inviting him to see them live and hang out afterwards. There was no reason for him to think otherwise.

They didn’t tell Yeosang that they had invited him though, so when he was finally able to split off from the others and interact with atiny, he was pleasantly surprised to see y/n in the front of the crowd, smiling fondly at them. He couldn’t help but constantly come back to the section to see him, wave to him and even make a heart at him.

One of the times San came with him, waving to y/n and blowing a kiss to him before teasing Yeosang, making him do the same. Yeosang, as embarrassed as he was, couldn’t find it in him to kill San for it since it made y/n genuinely laugh and smile.

After the concert y/n was brought back stage and immediately pulled into a hug by Mingi, who missed the latter a lot. All of them except Jongho hugged him in fact, the youngest just patting his back as a greeting. Y/n didn’t push him, knowing he was not fond of skin ship.

Since y/n took public transport to the venue, he was able to take a ride with the boys back to the hotel room, where he was able to catch up with them. Though, Yeosang was pretty quiet. To be honest, this was the first time he’d seen y/n in person since he realized he had a crush on him.

They decided all of them would hang out in Yeosang and Mingis room until it got close for them to go to sleep. Slowly they started trickling out of the room until it was just Yeosang and Y/n, Mingi having went to Yunhos room to bother him.

Yeosang figured out halfway through what they were planning though and got even more quiet and shy. But he also knew his members well enough to know they wouldn’t set him up like this unless they were sure y/n returned his feelings. Somehow it made him more anxious.

So then they were sitting together on the bed watching whatever Harry Potter movie just so happened to be playing, alone, at almost one in the morning. Yeosangs mind was racing hard the entire time, wondering how he can finally say something to y/n.

Y/n seemed to pick up on the fact that something was wrong though. His beautiful voice snapping Yeosang back to reality.

“Sangie? Is everything okay?” The boy asked, tilting his head a bit.

To Yeosang, that question was perfect timing. It was now or never. His breathing hitched as he stammered, he didn’t know how to get it out. He sat up more, looking at y/n. “I… I…” he sighed, looking away.

Y/n sat up and furrowed his brows, moving to gently place his hand on his upper arm. “Yeosang?” When he didn’t get a response, he decided to ask him a question. “Hey, do you trust me?”

Yeosang looked back over to him, looking him in the eyes. He nodded, of course he trusted y/n. He trusted him with his life.

“Then close your eyes.” He gently commanded.

Yeosang took a minute to listen to the command, but eventually closed his eyes, his breathing shaky. He could feel y/ns movements on the bed.

He could feel him moving closer, before feeling his breath against his lips. Yeosang almost opened his eyes, but willed himself not to. His heart was racing so fast he thought it would stop.

And when he finally felt y/ns soft lips on his, he could’ve sworn it did stop. He felt like it couldn’t be real, but it was.

Y/n didn’t pull away, allowing the kiss to last. He knew Yeosang well enough to know he would’ve pushed him off if he truly didn’t want him to kiss him. When he finally did pull away, he couldn’t help but smile at how flustered he looked, a gentle giggle leaving his lips.

The giggle woke Yeosang up as he opened his eyes. He could feel his cheeks burning. He unconsciously touched his lips, looking between y/ns eyes and anywhere else to calm down.

He ended up leaning over and kissing y/n himself, already addicted to the feeling. And the latter had no issue returning the kiss. He in fact, cupped his cheek.

Yeosang was the one to pull away this time, biting his slightly swollen lips. Y/n smiled fondly, caressing his cheek as he pulled away. “Yes Sang, I feel the same.”

Yeosang couldn’t help the warm shy smile the covered his face. He returned his feelings. He genuinely liked him back.

#kpop x male reader #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #kpop x reader #ateez x male reader #atz x reader #ateez x reader #yeosang x male reader #kang yeosang x reader #Yeosang x reader #atz x male reader #kang yeosang x male reader

[cubeapples]

Why do you even ship tomarry? Like it honestly seems from most of your posts that you don’t have a very favorable view of Harry or Tom’s feelings/treatment of him, so what do you even like about it? Genuinely confused why you aren’t maining bellamort when nearly every post I’ve seen from you has put Harry down in some way and found a way to bring Bella or one of the other Blacks up.

ok, this is a very good question and i understand where you are coming from. i really do. this is what it seems like if you take a quick glance of my blog and you're right, i have thought about this myself too.

but the truth of the matter is, i like bellamort, but i dont love that ship, whereas i love tomarrymort if it is done right.

tomarrymort is a very difficult ship to bring together in a Realistic way, Because of all the problems i have pointed out. bellatrix happens to be one of my favourite characters and i hate the way she is treated as an unfavorable side character who has to compete with harry for voldemort's affections but loses because harry is v's pwecious liddol horcrux.

to me, that just ruins my whole mood for reading the fic because i believe that bella doesn't have to compete at all, not when she is objectively already so much better than harry in Voldemort's eyes. He favours those who are cruel, cunning and devoted to the cause. None of which harry is or possesses.

a truly good harrymort fic would have overcome this issue, not just make voldemort like how much harry hates him and learn to live with it, because who tf would like that??? Oh hey! Look at me! My partner hates me because i murdered his family and am advocating for the destruction of all the people like him! Isn't he fucking beautiful with his murderous eyes! Haha!

like.. not it.

and harry can't just suddenly turn all pureblood supremist and be like, omg, i should be v's favourite because i overcame my views from the past and.. and Bellatrix sucks because she killed sirius!!!!!

and voldemort would not like to be antagonised everytime he's trying to live. i hate to break it to you, but harry can't stop him from murdering people, but bellatrix would stand next to him, also torturing people, so obviously, bellamort is the easier ship.

but that doesn't necessarily mean i like it more.

i am a huge fan of enemies to lovers and if done right, can be peak.

and i am not a fan of the trope where voldemort urges harry to hurt him because voldenort killed his parents and welcomes harry's rage. it's so fucking stupid, like, please slap me because i killed your parents and facilitated in the murder of your godfather who was wrongly imprisoned for 13 years because of me, and you are sooo mad at me for it. just, no.

he is not the type of person to beg. at all. voldemort is a taker, he takes advantage and he exploits. he does this to bella, too. why did she end up in jail? because she was serving him! does it seem like he apologised to bella for it? No! So why should harry be any different?? Especially harry, because it was due to harry that he lost the war in the first place!

so, voldemort himself would harbour a LOT of resentment towards harry, not just the other way around, and im telling you, it won’t be easy to get over this hatred, and i think that should be explored more. Not just voldemort Suddenly being interested in harry because harry is the only one brave enough to outwardly hate him (which is literally such a stupid, shallow reason for voldemort to take any notice of him at all.)

It looks like neither harry nor v is willing to compromise and this is the challenge they have to overcome in order to get together.

voldemort is a character who does not bend to anyone's wills and having him bend to harry's will is a discredit to his character. at its core, tomarrymort will always be a toxic ship because of their fundamental different world views and i like it when it is kept that way, and with Voldemort being horribly overbearing. harry cannot keep him in check, he's just a kid compared to Voldemort's age.

tom is also someone who believes anything can be solved with murder and if harry refuses him, and he doesn't like harry vey much, it will end in bloodshed and that is what i like about this horrifying pairing in the first place. the fact that v would not hesitate to kill unless it is one of his closest followers. This is a challenge that has to be overcome too.

im also sick and tired of harry always being given the preferential treatment in fics just because he's witty and sassy or whatever, like this isn't canon. he's just some guy, not tom riddle who was a prodigy since eleven, not bellatrix who even harry described as being powerful.

and don't you think it's stale that the fact that harry is a horcrux is always always some kind of basis to them getting together??? it's just sooo... overused and the fic community is saturated with the same tropes over and over again.

and tom and harry are not murder husbands. Just.. no. It's either butchering tom's character or harry's character. And im telling you frankly, if you want murder husbands, that is literally voldemort x genderbent bellatrix.

And i know that harry is most peoples favourite character, so voldemort is not given enough justice in their writing. His character is always butchered when harry outsmarts him or something and im sick and tired of it. Like, yeah voldemort is not a good person, but if you hate him so much, why are you shipping harrymort? Literally leave.

Overall, it is not the ship i hate, i just really hate some of the overused tropes and think they can be done better. me putting it this way can seem like i don’t like harry, which is not true. it’s just that i hate this fandom’s glorification of him and how they think that voldemort always owes him something for being a terrible person, which i think is really ooc.

my inclusion of bella and the blacks into their dynamics has thus nothing to do with my dislike for harry, but more so on the fact that the complete disregard this fandom has for bellatrix angers me.

Important disclaimer!!!:

I am in no way bashing anyone or any trope. I understand that everyone is entitled to their own opinions and writing. I hope you understand that this is simply my perspective and if i have hurt any of your feelings, i apologise. Please keep writing whatever you wish to write. Everyone's writing is truly a gift to this community and keep writing what makes you happy.

#anon.ask #bellamort #voldemort #lord voldemort #harry potter #tomarry #harrymort #tomarrymort #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

SPOILERS ALERT!

So...where do I even start? Okay! Let's answer some questions.

How do I feel about Harry's route?

If I could describe Harry's route in one word----it would be 'fun'. It's honestly a fun experience from start to finish. I never felt bored or exhausted while playing. I genuinely enjoyed the whole route from start to finish with a big smile on my face. As a self-proclaimed connoisseur of romance stories, I think Harrison's route is better than William's route.

How was the story?

The story is more related to Harrison than about the Crown. For comparison, if we look at William's route, it's mainly about Kate getting to know more about William's evil and us learning about, what most likely is going to be the main villain of this game---'the Golden Butterfly'. However, in Harry's route, it's not about the Golden Butterfly. It's about Harry's revenge story. The Golden Butterfly is never mentioned in his route. So if your first route is Harrison, then I am sure you won't know about the existence of Golden Butterfly unless you play William's route.

What is Harry's curse about and his tragic end?

Harry's curse is basically that of a lying fox. His tragic end on the other hand is to die or live alone without being trusted by anyone. Harrison's ability involves detecting lies by looking into someone's eyes. He learned about his curse at the age of 17 after his father died.

Who was Harry's father and mother?

Harry's father's name was Marco and he used to be a police officer, kind, hard-working and had a strong sense of justice. Marco was a loving father to Harry and he and his mother all lived like a happy family. Harry's mother's name is unknown but it was revealed that she used to be a teacher and died early in their lives.

Harry also wanted to be like his father, a police officer or lawyer but after his death, Harry's goal entirely changed to revenge path.

Marco's death and Harry joining the Crown.

Marco was found dead when confronting a serial killer at a crime scene....or that's what's written in the newspaper. However, in reality, there was much more to it. After his burial, Harry heard some of his father's colleagues' conversations. They were talking about how Marco was killed because he knew something, that shouldn't be known.

After hearing this, Harry investigated this matter and later he found out that the reason why Marco was killed was because he found out the existence of the Crown. Harry, initially thought that the Crown must have killed his father because he knows this secret, so he joined the Crown to find the person who killed his father.

Marco's killer.

Marco's killers involved three police inspectors known as '3 eagles'. While living with the Crown, Harry approached the top Privy Council members to help him locate the 3 eagles who live outside UK. The Privy Council on the other hand, didn't trust Harry because he is a member of the Crown and on top of that a 'cursed one'. So Harry made a contract with the Privy Council on the basis that he will give him inside info about the Crown and the Privy Council will investigate about the 3 eagles and bring them to Harry for his revenge.

Marco and Victor.

14 years ago, when Victor and William were on a mission, they come across Marco, who learned about the existence of the Crown. Marco asks them why they always have blood in their hands and Victor tells him what the Crown is fighting for. After hearing their true resolve, Marco decides to pretend that their meeting never happened and leaves the place. From then onwards, there were times, when Victor and Marco would meet each other on several occasions. Apart from a few conversations they don't step into each other's territories as if they were respecting each other. Even the Queen herself doesn't know about this matter. Marco thinks that both the Crown and the police must work hand-in-hand to save UK.

But then one night, Victor received an anonymous letter asking him to meet the person who wrote the letter in a certain place at a certain time. Victor goes to the specified location but doesn't meet anyone. The next day, it was revealed that Marco was killed by a serial killer. Even to this, Victor doesn't know who sent the letter to him and even if it was Marco that sent the letter, he still doesn't know what Marco wanted to say to him before dying.

About the Privy Council.

Like Victor said, the Privy Council are mainly the advisors of Her Majesty the Queen. They are on the side of justice and they think that anyone who is not following the same sense of justice they have must be banished. In short, they want to banish the Crown because the Crown judges evil with evil. But bringing down the Crown is near to impossible on their own because it's the Queen's own establishment. So they needed something. They needed someone like Harry to bring down the Crown.

While Harry made a contract with the Privy Council, the Privy idiots used this opportunity to bring down the Crown. When the Privy Council brings Harry and the 3 eagles in one place, if Harry gives into his emotions and kills the 3 eagles on the spot, the Privy Council members can use this as evidence and say to the Queen that a 'Crown member killed 3 police officers who are following the path of justice'. The Crown members only and ONLY act according to the Queen's order and if they acted on their own accord, they will be immediately banished by the Queen herself.

Honesty speaking, the Privy Council is very boring as a villain. I don't want to see these people ever again in any other routes!

Harry and Kate.

Okay, now coming to my favorite part. Harry and Kate's relationship starts off as a cat and mouse chase. Harry was not really into the idea of Kate being his personal fairy tale master so he tells her that if she can learn one fact about him within 3 days by herself, then he will accept her. Of course, she does and after three days, Harry officially recognizes Kate as his fairy tale master. But Harry had one request. That is to walk in front of him whenever they are together. saying that it would distract his curse. The real reason for this is not revealed until later.

Harry thinks of Kate as someone, who shouldn't be following the path of darkness. When Harry first saw Kate, she kinda reminded him of his father, who also learned about the existence of the Crown and got killed. So in his way, he decided to protect her. The reason why Harry told Kate to walk in front of him is because he wants the outside world to know that Kate is not involved with any of the Crown members in any way possible. He wants her profile to be as much clean as possible so that later when she leaves, her being involved with the Crown won't ruin her life. It's the same as Marco's case where he was killed because he was secretly friends with Victor.

Their relationship is really cute. Every time Kate asks something, Harry answers and asks her if he is lying or not? And Kate has to use her brain to figure out. Harry is also very supportive of Kate and he thinks that Kate's feelings are her own and it must not be tarnished by anyone. Another scene is where both Harry and Kate go to meet a book writer and he tells about his one-sided love who was about to leave the country and Kate was like 'let's catch up to her before she leaves' and pulls the author's hand. Kate borrowed her cycle from her post office and carried the author all the way to the port, while Harry, to his surprise, was left behind. Harry's was like 'Are you actually leaving me behind?'

Later they both get locked in her post office and this is where Harry finally asks Kate to call him 'Harry'. (She was calling him Harrison all this time)

Another cute fact about him is that whenever Kate walks in front of him, Harry watches her back. But sometimes, Kate feels lonely and out of nowhere would turn around to look at Harry, to see if he is actually following her. The moment their eyes met, Harry blushes for a second before giving her an aloof smile. Harry is scared of looking Kate in the eye because she is so honest and kind. Usually, when he looks someone in the eye, there is always some amount of lie in them, but it's not the same with Kate.

After Roger tells that Kate has feelings for him, Harry of course rejects her, because he doesn't want to ruin her future. Later he reveals his revenge plan to Kate and also gives her one more chance to think if she wants to fall into the darkness with him.

In the Blind route, Kate accepts to fall into the darkness with Harry and Harry is like:

Harry: "...When everything is over, let me hold you, Kate."

Kate: "We're already holding each other!"

And proceeds to hug him tightly.

Harry: "Not that..heh. When the time comes I'll ask you again, dummy."

Harry wants Kate to see through his lies and uncover them. She does eventually and finds out that Harry did in fact lie to the Crown members to protect them. All this time Harry was fighting his fight alone to make sure that the Privy Council doesn't, in any way, hurt the Crown and bring them down.

Harry and the other Crown members.

Harry genuinely cares for each and every Crown members, especially Liam. Since Liam is always so self-giving and would shield anyone from everything, Harry feels like she must take care of him or else he would end up hurting himself. In the end, there was a scene where Harry was at the gunpoint of the Privy Council members and 3 eagles and Kate and Liam rush in to save him. Liam used his ability, so that no one else other than Kate knew that he was standing next to her. When one of the 3 eagles was about to shoot Kate, Kate released at that point of time that Liam might be standing in front of her (invisible) as a shield. But Harry ended up saving both of them. Liam asked how Harry knew and Harry tells him that after living with him for these many years he knows that Liam would do something like this.

Liam also is very fond of Harry. It always pains him when Harry is suffering (and people have to keep him in check so that he doesn't go crazy). After Kate revealed the truth about Harry's lies to the Crown members, Liam was especially heartbroken that he wasn't able to help Harry as a friend.

Another scene is where Jude....Ah...Jude...!!! I haven't told you about Jude yet. You see, another thing great about Harry's route is I got to see Jude even more and if a route has more Jude in it, it instantly becomes my fav! Of course, everyone who is reading this wants to know about Jude too, right!?

After rejecting Kate's confession, Harry doesn't go back to the Crown Castle. Harry was accused of betraying Crown, everyone was suspicious, Kate was sad....but not me. Do you know why? Because Jude and Kate go on a date!! Yayy!! (Technically, it was mission and Ellis was also with them....but let's just pretend that it's a date okay? I got to hang out with Jude anyways and every interaction with Jude is a date for me!). It was a mission, actually for Roger and Ellis, but since Roger had to attend to an emergency patient, Jude who was free, stepped in. But the whole mission was a trap and Jude get's shot while protecting Ellis. Jude was in critical condition and needed another expert doctor. But that doctor had some issues with cursed people and had a policy that he wouldn't treat cursed people.

Harry, who knew about this and went to beg the doctor to save his friend. Another scene where Harry cares about friends.

Of course, Jude is saved in the end! For that, this route gets 1000/10.

Final thoughts?

In all honesty, both William's and Harrison's routes are good. But in terms of enjoyment, I'd pick Harrison over William.

Well, that's all for now. On to the next one! Liam.

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Angst 3, 10, 19, 22, 28 & 34 Famous H starts getting distant, cold and mean and everyone around them notices... while y/n is being attacked by the media and fans and he doesn't give af, she feels like everything is her fault and that kind of life ain't for her. Ps: Please make me cryyy, I need it, tysm

Hello friend! I'm not taking requests ATM so I'm not sure which prompt list you were looking at! But I hope it's this one I've just found through my old blurbs! But I truly hope you are feeling better soon! Sending you all the love and comfort <3 I hope this one shot hits the spot!

WC: 3.5k

Y/N just knew that there was more going with Harry than just stress from being busy, as he would tell her lately. Yes, he had a rather eventful year with tour and films and promos, but he was being absolutely frigid with her. Y/N had been with pretty awful partners in her past and they had wrecked her self-esteem and sense of worth. Harry had been someone who had started to make her feel worthy and strong and worth the effort and it was easy to fall in love with him and trust him, so seeing the way he was acting towards her now made her self-doubt and loathing far worse than before. The most painful part of it all was that even if the problem was on his end of things, which she knew it was, she felt completely culpable for it all. 

It made sense though. She was always the common denominator when it came the issues. She could never seem to get it right and after seeing things slowly start to go to shit with Harry no one couldn’t convince Y/N that the one who was at fault was her. She was damaged goods, she was broken, she was unworthy of someone so full of light. Maybe she deserved the way he was icing her out and the way that everyone seemed to be turning away from her. She felt her stomach twisting with hurt and a lump forming in her throat as she looked through the comment section on her Instagram.

Harry looks so miserable with Y/N! I hope he dumps her.

H looks so happy and free when she isn’t at his shows! Like he’s having way more fun and interacting with the fans.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again… Y/N is Harry’s ugliest girlfriend LOL Sorry not sorry!

You’re such a try-hard! You literally copy everything H does for attention. Get a fucking life.

Obviously Y/N & Harry are a PR stunt! He would never get with someone that ugly LMAO

She looks like a stuck up bitch. So much for TPWK

Nobody likes you Y/N! Maybe you should just kill yourself…

Her eyes were welling up as she read the cruel words. People could be so horrible for no apparent reason. She hadn’t been OK for a while now, her mental health was suffering as people just tore her apart. The fans and the media. She wasn’t sure at what point she became the focus of people’s attention in that capacity but she wanted it all to stop. It had gotten to the point where even Jeff had pulled her aside to see if she was OK and she had mustered up the coolest smile she could and confirmed that she was fine. He didn’t seem to buy it, but he also didn’t seem to push it either and after that he didn’t ask again. She heard some foot steps approaching the hotel room and she wiped at her eyes quickly and locked her phone before switching on the TV. Soon enough the door was opening and in stepped Harry, all sweaty from his work out as he removed his ear phones.

“How was it?” She asked genuinely.

“Fine. Kinda dingy, lots of the equipment was missing.” He mumbled as he turned away from her to strip off his shirt while toeing off his sneakers.

“Oh, bummer.”

“Yeah.” He responded, “Are you gonna come to the stadium with me today?” He asked and she bit her lip for a second. The words from the comments lighting up in her head and she felt unsure.

“Do you want me to come?” She asked another question in response to his question and he sighed audibly.

“That’s not…” he paused, “Just do what you want.” He said, clearly frustrated at her response and she felt a lump in her throat.

“Sorry for upsetting you. I just don’t want to get in the way or be handful or something.” She elaborated and he turned towards her and sighed.

“Then why did you come?” He asked her and that question was like a kick to her stomach. The hurt radiated from the depths of her chest to her fingertips.

“I-”

“You’re the one who asked if you were able to come on tour with me and for what? You don’t even come to the shows! You just sit here all day watching TV on your own!” He defended his statement and she frowned, “It costs money, you know?” He said and that made her heart lurch even more, “Every date you’re here for we pay for extra food for you and I get a bigger room and shit. You don’t have to come to tours if you’re just gonna make it a miserable time for yourself and everyone else.” He said and she felt a tear slip down her cheek as he said that and she glanced down at her hands folder in her lap. That’s all she was… wasted money? Wow. It’s not that she didn’t want to be there, she definitely wanted to but the horrible things people would post about her were breaking her down from the inside out and as much as she wanted to be there to support him physically she felt it was unfair to her, she had done absolutely nothing to deserve the treatment she received. Harry saw as a few more tears slipped down her cheeks silently and sighed before approaching her.

“Hey.” He said softly as he grabbed her hand, “Look at me.” He beckoned and she glanced up at him, “Sorry, that came out wrong.” He said and she sniffled and shook her head.

“S’fine.” She offered a half smile and that seemed to appease him enough. However, it wasn’t fine, not in the slightest.

“I do want you to come tonight, by the way.” He said to her.

“OK, I’ll start getting ready.” She promised and he smiled before hurrying off to the shower. 

Everyone in the band seemed to be happy she had come along and greeted her with so much warmth and kindness. Harry had just disappeared from her, as she expected. And honestly, she was doing what she would’ve done at the hotel while they sound checked - just sat there for several hours watching TV in a general area wearing a big, fat frown. Harry was in his dressing room getting fitted, he didn’t bother inviting her over or anything. She was there for a while and then got this strange feeling that someone was watching her and when she turned around she saw one of the venue’s staff member’s sneaking a video of her and then turned quickly to pretend to be busy stocking up a fridge. She really wanted to let it go, but she could already see the headlines of how she was unsupportive and didn’t want to be there anyway. She bit her lip nervously before standing.

“Ummm, excuse me?” She said to the young woman who then turned, looking at her with this feigned innocent expression.

“Yes?”

“I don’t… mean to be…” she fumbled on her words, “I ummm, I saw you taking a video of me and I would really appreciate it if you could delete it. Backstage is supposed to be camera free apart from the tour photographer and videographer. You crossed a line and on top of that, I didn’t consent to be filmed by you.” She said nervously and the girl looked offended with her.

“I wasn’t filming you.” She said with a straight face and Y/N nibbled on her lip nervously.

“OK, sorry.” She nodded and shrugged, “Maybe I just saw wrong. But it looked like you were filming and if it were someone else who saw this you could get in a lot of trouble. So just be a little more mindful so that you don’t get in any kind of problems.” She warned with a polite smile. The girl was obviously lying and she didn’t plan on telling Jeff or anything, maybe Harry after the show, but she didn’t want to get the girl’s phone confiscated or anything.

“Sure.” She said curtly before offering a fake smile and walking off. Y/N sighed and headed back to the couch. 

She sat there for a couple hours until it was time for dinner and everyone was heading back to eat. She chatted with the girls and Mitch while Harry floated around. When it came time for Sarah to eat she grabbed the baby and played with him to allow her and Mitch the chance to settle down for a bit. She seemed very engrossed in that and trying to avoid Harry, it gave Sarah an odd feeling and she sat beside Y/N.

“It’s really nice to have you back.” Sarah said with a smile.

“Thanks, it’s nice to be here.” Y/N said and Sarah saw that her smile hardly even reached her eyes.

“Have you been doing OK?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, traveling really gets to me though.” She explained. It was odd for Sarah that Y/N was being so vague with her. They had a pretty good relationship, she just seemed so unlike herself and it was worrisome.

“You can tell me to bugger off if I’m being too nosy, but how are you and H doing?” She asked and Y/N focused her attention on the baby.

“S’alright… I mean he’s busy and tired from the touring and the traveling, and well you know how he sleeps for ages…” she said with a smile and Sarah giggled and nodded.

“It just… seems like you lot aren’t really seeing eye to eye.” She elaborated.

“Oh, definitely not today.” She huffed, “We had a bit of a tiff before heading out.” She explained and then proceeded to share with Sarah what had happened.

“Proper prick, he was.” Sarah scoffed and Y/N sighed, “I mean, yeah, but I have been a bit of a downer and just… yeah.” She accepted.

“Ummm, no. If anything that warrants him treating you far nicer than that.” Sarah expressed and she sighed, trying not to cry as Sarah validated everything she had felt deep inside, “Honestly, how’ve you been doing? I know that this can’t always be easy.” She expressed and Y/N sighed shakily.

“Honestly… it’s been rough.” She confessed, “I don’t know why, but all of a sudden the fans and the media just turned on me from one day to the next. They’re just being so cruel and making up rumors and telling me to die and I know that I should ignore it, but it just gets so loud sometimes.” She whispered painfully, tearing her attention from the baby to Sarah who was looking at her with soft eyes.

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

“People can be really cruel and it’s just been getting to me, I need to grow some thick skin or something…but lately I just… I can’t stop crying.” She disclosed sadly, “I don’t want to come around to the shows and bring gloom and doom, you know.” She sniffled.

“Oh, Y/N.” Sarah cooed and Y/N cleared her throat and blinked away the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, “Have you shared that with H?”

“Nah… we had that conversation at the start of things. He seems to get a bit frustrated when I willingly wade into it all so if you don’t mind, let's just keep that between us.” She said softly and Sarah nodded, but it made her feel uneasy to hear that. “Earlier today, when you guys were sound checking one of the venue staff was recording me back here… I asked her to delete it and she swore she wasn’t recording me, but I mean…”

“Yeah, we’re kind of trained to know these things.” Sarah said.

“Right. And I didn’t want to get her un trouble, so I apologized in case I had imagined it, but let her know to be cautious of bringing out her phone backstage because she could get I trouble. And now, I don’t doubt there’ll be some rumors about me being rude to fans or something in a few days…” she huffed in irritation.

“God…you should really tell Harry.”

“I don’t want to make waves and to get her in trouble. It’ll make things worse.” 

“Yeah, I get it.” Sarah said, “But if you ever feel unsafe or threatened like that again please say something. It’s not allowed for a reason. OK?” Y/N nodded.

As always, Harry had done a marvelous job at his show and Y/N couldn’t have been more proud of him. Despite how hurt she felt by him from earlier in the day she couldn’t help but smile and kiss his sweaty forehead as he scooched into the car waiting to zip them away from the venue right after he ran offstage. 

“You did so good, baby!”

“Don’t regret coming out, do you?” He chuckled and she shook her head and he grinned. They were pretty silent on the ride back after that little exchange and she pulled out her phone to kill a little time. 

But the first thing that greeted her were shared posts from some of her friends. She felt her stomach drop, she knew what this would be about. She looked at the screen shots of the story recounting how rude she had been to the staff member back stage. There was a picture of her looking miserable on her own on the couch with a caption of how everyone was hanging out in another room and no one wanted to interact with her. Then there was a bit about her threatening to get the girl fired for allegedly filming her and other completely made up things that made Y/N want to scream. She felt her eyes start to well up as the vehicle came to a stop in front of the hotel, there were already fans lined up at the entrance and Y/N took a deep breath, she didn’t want to cry in front of them. Harry slipped out first, resulting in a cheer erupting from the fans and screams of his name. He extended his hand to help her out and she grabbed it to plant her feet on the ground and he let go and hurried off, thinking she was right on his heels, but he was a few steps ahead of her. However, as soon as she was within the fans’ line of sight she heard a few boos. That started to encourage some heckles of names and other insults. And then she felt something hard hit her arm and she looked down to see a cracker of sorts and she frowned. 

“Ignore them.” He said to her, barely audible over the commotion.

“You’re a bitch!” Someone shouted and she felt her eyes start to well up.

“Harry deserves better!” Someone else heckled and she started to hurry towards him. She felt a few more things bouncing off of her and then suddenly she gasped as a far heavier object was making impact with the side of her head and the she just felt soaked. She glanced down to see a Starbucks drink all over her top and she felt it also dripping down the side of her face.

“Harry!” She shrieked and he turned back and gasped from the shock. She immediately started to cry upon the absolute humiliation of this. She expected him to at least say something, but he didn’t address it at all.

“Fuck, come on.” He mumbled to her and reached for her hand and pulled her inside swiftly. She only cried as they rode up to their hotel room and he squeezed her hand in reassurance. She felt worthless and stupid and she was completely speechless that he didn’t say anything to the fans out there about their abusive behavior. She was so disappointed in him and it seemed to complete break her as they stood there in silence. She moved her hand out of his as soon as the elevator opened and she rushed down the hall to their room.

“Y/N!” She didn’t respond as she keyed her way into the room, not bothering to hold the door open for him, causing him to rush in before it closed on him, “Hey, baby.” He said as she grabbed her toiletry bag from her suitcase and she didn’t respond, “Y/N!” He practically shouted at her only to be met with silence as hot tears continued to stream down her cheeks and then she hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door loudly. Harry hurried over to the door, about to knock on it when he heard the shower come on and then he heard the shower door shut after a few moments and then he just heard her start to sob. It made his insides twist up horribly as he heard her cries. 

He knew she’d been having a rough time, but so had he. He didn’t feel like he needed to defend his relationship or justify it to people who really had no idea what he was truly like. He felt that if he talked about what had been happening he would just be fueling the fire and that was the last thing he wanted to do. And so he waited, but once her shower hit the 30 minute mark he was dozing off. Harry woke up to Y/N pulling on a crewneck over her wet hair. He squinted in the light of the room and groaned groggily before stretching a bit. 

“Baby.” He mumbled and when she didn’t answer he sat up and he felt his insides sink uncomfortably when he saw that she was fully dressed and packed up, “Baby, where are you going?” He shot up and she sniffled and shook her head.

“I can’t do this anymore, Harry.” She whispered painfully.

“Tour?” He asked and she whimpered through her tears and shook her head.

“Us. I can’t do it anymore.” 

“Baby, don’t say that! It’s just some stupid fans!”

“It’s not though! They all fucking hate me and it seems like you do too! You didn’t even defend me after they fucking hurt me!” She accused, “You just sit there and let it happen! I can’t believe you did this to me!” She cried and he pouted.

“What do you want me to say? What could I have even done to fix that after it had been done already?!” He questioned defensively.

“Your lack of involvement led up to this moment, Harry. You’ve been icing me out for months and I don’t buy the stressed and tired excuse anymore! We’re all stressed and we’re all tired! Especially me! For months now I have been cyber-bullied and threatened and harassed and told to kill myself! I am falling apart and you don’t even seem to give a shit and it fucking hurts! It hurts when the person you love couldn’t even be arsed with defending you!”

“It just makes it worse if I say something, Y/N!”

“Maybe, but it reassures me that you care about me and my feelings! You know what I’ve been through and you know that I like to feel reassured! This, whatever the fuck we are, I never wanted this.” She hiccuped through her tears, “It’s over.” She wept and Harry frowned.

“Y/N-”

“I can’t anymore, H. I can’t.” She gasped through her tears, “I hate how I feel when I’m with you. I hate it so much!” She admitted and that just about tore him apart. He felt absolutely gutted as the words replayed over and over in his mind.

“You’re ending this over some stupid fans?” He asked incredulously and completely overcome with hurt.

“Yes, so please get out of my way, I want to go.” She persisted and his face morphed from one of disappointment and disbelief to one of anger.

“You’re fucking someone else, aren’t you?” He questioned.

“No, what the fuck?”

“Oh please, why else would you just dump me this way? You’re incredible, didn’t take you long to move on from me, huh?” He asked and she scoffed.

“Harry, no! This isn’t about any other man! It’s about you and the fans and their attitude towards me.”

“Sure fucking thing, Y/N… sure fucking thing.” He countered and she shook her head through her tears. 

“You are absolutely unbelievable and I can’t believe I ever fell for you.” She cried as she pushed past him to the hotel room door. He rushed after her as she wheeled her suitcase down the corridor and to the elevator and pressing the down arrow.

“Y/N, you can’t seriously be ending our relationship over this fucking prank! Please.” He begged, grabbing her hand and she frowned.

“Please let me go, Harry.” She whispered shakily.

“Baby, no.” he whimpered and she sighed.

“Let me the fuck out of your hold or I will scream.” She warned and he sniffled as he reluctantly let her go.

“You’re coming back, right?”

“No, save yourself some fucking money without me here anyway.” She threw back what he had said to her earlier.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I wasn’t-”

“Stay the fuck away from me, Harry. I mean it.” She warned as the doors slid open.

“Y/N, baby, please-” he whimpered and she sighed sadly.

“Goodbye, Harry.”

Read Part 2 here!

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[unusual-raccoon]

If you could rewrite the hotd and make three characters like their book counterparts and those three characters are Jace, Daemon, and Rhaenys would you take it?

First of all, thank you for the ask my dear 🥹. Second of all, YES!

Jace in the books is one of my favorite characters (alongside Cregan and Addam), and is part of the reason I am so Team Black. There is just such an innate sense of honor and integrity with his character that I really enjoyed and so I’d love to see more of that in the show. Even though I have loved Harry’s portrayal, I feel Rhaenyra’s first three boys have been done a disservice in their portrayal on the show as a whole in the larger scheme of next gen characters. Give me Jace who is knowledgeable and cunning and politically savvy and something to fear!!!

Book Daemon is worth it to me, given how hard he dominates Team Black alongside other powerhouses like Jace and Corlys. I do think Matt is really gonna bring it next season. Book!Daemon was playing ZERO games and I loved him for that. He also cheated on Rhaenyra, so kind of a fat L for Daemyras [me], but seems to have his redemptive moment and genuine reflection at God’s Eye where he makes the ultimate sacrifice for his queen as a gesture of love and loyalty. He killed Aemond the way he did for a reason, and it wasn’t for Mysaria or Nettles.

Lastly, Rhaenys. I feel like the show has done Rhaenys a weird underhanded disservice. Give her dark hair, make those Baratheon genes POP. Make everyone certain in the Velaryon boys’ heritage, and retaining the coloring of their grandmother [Rhaenys]. Make Alicent look crazy, like she did in the books, for questioning it.

Give me Rook’s Rest instead of that lame dragonpit moment to showcase Rhaenys’ bad bitch dragonrider moment. Give me Meleys and Rhaenys being such a duo that they could’ve respectively 1v1’d Sunfyre or Vhagar and wiped them both on a good day.

Babes, it’s a no brainer for me. This was a fun ask, thank you 😘.

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[grindeldore3]

My answer to the Dumbledore hate

So there's been a lot of hate regarding our professor (A.D.) here and there. And it seems to be lurking in the darkest corners of our heart where there happens to be an unwillingness to accept light. While imposing certain accusations on A.D., we seem to forget that whom we are judging is a mere human and is obviously tend to make mistakes. See, its not much possible to innumerate at once all the complex situations he was in, so I am not doing it here particularly. When one person is devoid of support and right guidance, they tend to fall into wrong path. But A.D. changed for good, like Hermione said, like Harry later realised too and like Hagrid and Minerva knew all along. Just to mention one thing that bothers a lot of us- when he was such a capable person why didn't he save Harry? This question bothers us because we see him as an all-rounder person who is capable of anything; but just think about it a bit deeply. He wasn't all-rounder, if he was so then he would have saved his own sister back then and get removed of all his responsibilities, he didn't do that because it wasn't just possible. Which clearly implies that a person cannot control everything, he can't decide everything and can't rectify everything for the simple reason that he is just a human. A human isn't God so why to blame him for not being right at every point of time? One may say he raised Harry to die, which is wrong ofcourse. For example, God created mortals to be born and eventually die, but does that mean the sole reason we are here is to die? NO, we are here to test our strengths, to put some use to our abilities and do something worthy in this world. So did A.D. say. He knew Harry's survival was difficult but he never thought to kill him or to raise him as pig for slaughter (like just for the sake that he has to die by prophecy!??). A mortal can't change the fate of the destined future, all he/she can do is to make things right in the present. So A.D. protected Harry to save him and let him see how his life is and leave it upto him to decide own his own.

We can't judge him when we are by no means in his shoes. Whatever he suffered made him indeed saint like. There's no denying in that because if we stretch the bounds of our constricted mind, it is pretty evident that he was never selfish. All he did was for greater good only, though his perspective of greater good was tampered early in life from which his disillusioned return led to his lonely path where he had to walk to bring about the right change. So easily we put him to fault, but in the end he always did what was necessary. He never kindled with hate, it can be observed often that he has a genuine love for everyone and he became a down to earth personality. He didn't favoured Harry, he cared for him like he would have to anyone who was in dire need. It can be admitted that he knew everything beforehand but to correct this statement, he didn't knew 'absolutely' everything. Can we normalize that in the vast expanse of this mysterious thing called Time, a single person can make only one choice and act on it once. So did A.D., he had to make difficult choices, they were hard and demanding. How could he or anyone else make such a choice which satisfies everyone? No one can. Newt summed it up pretty much clearly about most us being ultimately imperfect. Even if we made mistakes and did terrible things, we can try to make things right, and that what matters, the TRYING. So just think- what else A.D. did in all his life instead of trying hard to correct things and help people see light? What did he have to gain by doing any harm or discrimination to others? He had no family for whom he can turn selfish for or what did he ever demanded for his own gain? Remorse was his lasting companion, where too one would complain that he imparted his miseries and problems to others, which isn't true. Know him by being in his place, that's all required to make up some space for understanding.

Giving it all a divine perspective, I would like to say that God is capable of forgiving the greatest sins but we as mortals are too arrogant to accept the existence of naivety and child-like ignorance. What I am trying to say here doesn't means that A.D. was free of any flaws because he wasn't exactly. The whole point of his character is make us realise how imperfection is not a sin, rather a natural trait. And when in our deepest conscience there's only empathy and selflessness present, we can attain the level of a holy figure. Remember, humans have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them? Humans are incarnation of foolishness where they divert from goodness, only those who admit it and work on it lead the right path. A.D wasn't bad, he wasn't even grey I think; he was a polite tender soul who suffered so much oppression, excess of burden, loss and lack of mutual understanding. He (as his name means) belongs in the white light, a white just stained with black imprints of his little mistakes (little mistakes which had drastic effect because of him being such prominent person to influence the world) the mistakes_which we are kind enough to forgive and overlook, right?

So can we all just accept him as he is? Can we have tollerance for differences and choices of others? Can we stop spreading hate just because we disagree or dislike what a character is or how the other person views it? Can we take all the postive morals and values of love and compassion from A.D. such that affection prevails in our minds whenever we read his name, not his errors alone? And can we give ourselves time to ponder upon and improve the flaws in ourselves which reflects his imperfections?

When there exists so much to learn, we must not limit ourselves to unnecessary critisism. Its not about remaining silent if misdeeds happen but to ensure that it never hurts anyone- otherwise what's the difference between us and opposite position. Let's give it a try to love everyone as much as we can.

I don't expect everyone to agree with me because ideally its not possible for just words to change anything.... Like there's nothing one can say that can ME hate them, so there's nothing I can say that can have any tremendous effect, just hoping for good 🤞❤️❤️❤️

#Albus Dumbledore #I stand by him #And in favour of everyone who at one point of their lives realised that they did something wrong and tried to rectify it. #This post has NO intention to spread any kind of hurt or hate

[notmuchtoconceal]

Hadn't been on here in a while and I had a good chuckle at your response to the Hogwarts house question the anon asked. But also! Also! The entirety of the Harry Potter Wizarding World is a dystopia and the worst crime they commit is this segregation of the Muggle and Wizarding World where even the "good" wizards genuinely believe it's ethical to gatekeep magic from the masses because (and this is more a less a quote from Hagrid in the first book) "well then everyone would want solutions to their problems."

Wizards could solve world hunger and most human diseases instantly but choose not to, because trying to understand how magic actually works and utilize it to help humanity is considered wrong and whenever any vestige of their world is revealed to the non-magical world, the perpetrators are *executed* or sent to a prison that's worse than Guantanemo where your soul is literally removed from your body, and this is all done without a proper trial and EVEN CHILDREN AREN'T EXEMPT. Like Harry literally saves his dickhead cousin's life with magic and then the idea of having him sent directly to Evil Wizard Prison is exercised as a very real possibility.

Meanwhile any non-magic witnesses have their minds wiped, meaning the Wizarding World is messing with peoples' brains and agency against their free will constantly because the heirarchy must be preserved *at all costs.*

The books like to imply that revealing the Wizarding World to the rest of the world will cause some form of sociological disaster and chides ideas posited by young Dumbledore to desegregate the world as being events that will lead to extreme heirarchy, but that's already happening, the only difference is that the people on the bottom of the heirarchy (Muggles) have no means of fighting back and don't even have agency over their own memories.

Did segregation stop Wizard Fascist Voldemort and his team of fascists from killing Muggles? No! But the books treat Voldemort as simply a Bad Guy for Evil's sake, without taking into account the sociological and political environment that very obviously led to his ideology and rise to power in the first place. Like there's so much depth to his evil here and its implications as well as many tie-ins to actual history and even the present day.

Even the Wizarding World is weakening itself by doing what it does. They have, at best, an elementary understanding of math and science. They don't have any backup for when they need to survive without magical resources. A lot of them, even "Muggle experts" like Arthur Weasley, don't even know what the function of a rubber duck is or have laughably wrong takes about things like telephones or cars. Some things in the Muggle world are actually more efficient than things in the Wizarding World.

Honestly, the greatest weapon that wizards have isn't the Killing Curse, but charms that affect the mind (which are infinitely more evil than the Killing Curse when considering the scope of damage they can do). The guns and war machines that Muggles have come up with, though, are far deadlier than the Killing Curse, especially since the Killing Curse actually requires conscious will to kill someone in order for it to work.

If the reason that the books gave for the separation of the worlds was that wizards are *afraid* Muggles would wipe them out, I'd actually feel that was an infinitely more viable reason to remain hidden. Guess who made it to the moon? Muggles. Maybe the real reason Voldemort wanted to kill them was because their advancements in technology were beginning to make the Wizarding World irrelevant. Let's not forget he's a fascist, which means he's obsessed with tradition and tormented by change. Oh, you can fly? Big deal, we have airplanes. Oh, you have Pensieves? Big deal, we have video cameras. Oh, you have sentient portraits? Big deal, we have AI. It used to feel good to wizard purists to have secret information and power over everyone else. They were special! They were the Main Characters! Well, not anymore...

It's actually kind of remarkable how the fears of wizard purists and the reasons for those fears map so perfectly with far-right ideology. I mean, look at some of the traditionalist aspects of the wizarding world. Still wearing robes and using cauldrons and flying on broomstick like it's the Middle Ages. They're nostalgic for a time when they actually had real power over non-magical people. And they're scared of this invasion of culture from people who they once believed were inferior to them, but learned how to grow and survive and thrive on their own and eventually *surpass* them, all without needing magic at all. You can see it when they invent slurs for people that have Muggle blood in their veins. It's no different from the bigotry you see throughout all of history.

...

It would actually be interesting to make a sociological epic similar to Game of Thrones that's a deconstruction of this very concept. Like you'd have four books and the entire series would be called "Concerto" or something. Each book would be split into two parts and each part would represent a different decade. Each book would be titled after a season, so the first book would be Concerto: Summer, then Concerto: Fall, and so on. Each book would also represent that famous four part quote "Good times create weak men" for Summer, "Weak men create bad times" for Fall, "Bad times create strong men," for Winter, and "Strong men create good times" for Spring.

Book 1 would start with the 1969 moon landing, and focuses on different characters' reactions to this pivotal moment in human history. The very first sentence would be something like "Somewhere, an unseen wheel was turning." Establishes the premise. Anyway. The younger generations are excited. The older wizards are apprehensive, and secretly frightened. Book 1 Part 1 would focus on the years 1969-1971, then there would be an intermission of anecdote filled, Melville-esque clippings from history, simulating a montage through the 70s of what is taking place in both the magical and non-magical worlds and the different characters during this time. Then Book 1 Part 2 would be 1979-1981. The theme is "Summer," so times are still good, but weak men are born during this time, who will eventually lead the world to a great tragedy. Weak ideas are born. Each part would be named after a tarot card, so you'd have "Era of the Tower," "Era of Death," etc.

Book 2 is "Fall," (1989-2001) and this is when the weak men and their weak actions culminate to make the Wizarding World fall. There are some strong characters here and there throughout the series, but they're few and far between. Fascists begin to take hold, and weak politicians with their concern for campaigning and money and decorum and procedure enable these fascists to seize control. And at the end of the book, around the exact same time 9/11 happens, the fascists win. The next montage is especially dark, detailing your favorite scrappers getting culled left and right. People who don't fit in with society. There's a moment when one of the more beloved, good POV characters has a moment of weakness, too. A small voice in their head. Someone who sees 9/11 on television (which is something that would not be directly linked to the plot but run parallel to it, because this is a real event and self-inserting fictional characters directly into it would be tasteless) and instead of sympathizing with the human suffering of the non-magical folk, thinks "ah, what a relief--our world isn't the only one on fire at the moment." And the book just ends with that extremely hopeless note, coming from a character the readers have been built to trust, truly encompassing the notion of "Fall."

Book 3 is 2009-2021, and this is where things are their darkest, but also when the survivors and the generations who were born in the previous book actively fight against evil. The world is very sick (Part 1 of Book 3 lines up with the recession and Part 2 of Book 3 lines up perfectly with the pandemic), but there are these strong people born in darkness who are striving to make the world a better place. Things look extremely hopeless, but a breakthrough is made at the end of the book that turns the tides: the resistance fighters do something unthinkable. They reveal themselves to the non-magical world and actually ask for help. They create technologies by blending magic and science together. In fact, they start to view magic as if it *is* just another science, which is, naturally, completely blasphemous. And they win! But they're only able to do it by letting the cat out of the box. And now it can't be put back in the box.

Part 4, "Spring," covers the future (2029-2041) and represents a tectonic shift in the world as we know it. But, of course, this comes with its own challenges. After the events of the third book, the non-magical world now knows of the existence of the wizarding world, and they've created devices that protect them from losing their memory. This is the final challenge that the two worlds face, trying to come together in matrimony. How do you forgive a group of people that have been altering your memory and keeping advanced secrets from the rest of the world? Perhaps everything culminates into a final battle, but this time the real tragedy is that both sides that are fighting aren't clearly good or evil, and it's a truly definitive fight that will determine the future of the world. It's tragic because we'll see good people fighting for a good cause on both sides, with lots of grey morality, but nothing fully black or white. Then at the end of it all, something beautiful will somehow rise from the ashes and unite the two worlds once and for all.

There should be at least one character whose life we follow from beginning to end, who is a child when the moon landing happens and who is on their deathbed by the end of the series, who got to see the whole transformation take place from beginning to end. Maybe they finally got a chance to see the world they wanted from the start. And who dies of old age shortly after it happens and it's an enormously moving moment. And as a perfect bookend, maybe their grandchild is about to go to the moon, this time for a moon base. And maybe they're a wizard, but they're more interested in space and science and can actually freely pursue their passion without being ridiculed now, like they would have been in 1969.

Anyway, this has been an interesting tangent. You're free to steal this idea and make it your project if you like. Or we can work on it together. Or it can just be an interesting conversation and nothing more.

Sometimes one needs to flex their social muscles. Sometimes one needs to accept that socializing is a workout in its own right.

It's not that you're exhausting, you just remind me of a lot of times when I was exhausted. That's not your fault. I wish I was more perfect.

This is something I will only continue to keep getting over.

#great place to meet up #bros ask away #he has a beautiful mind #the british imagination is bleak and perverse #can't imagine why

[padfootastic]

harry started smoking shortly after the events of the secret camera, he probably found the cigarettes in Uncle Vernon's things . He probably doesn't tell anyone, at first there were just a few but those of thinking that his father's "assassin" is trying to kill him,the tasks in goblet of fire, Cedric's death, the almost death of sirius here sirius is alive so after all this, it became a habit that not even sirius remus anyone in the order knows i can only imagine them discovering molly surtan...

did this get cut off towards the end? 👀

regardless, i love this sm!!! harry being full of rage and conflicted feelings, not knowing/being taught how to deal w them. he finds a cig and tries it just for the heck of it (can’t get any worse right?) and lo and behold, things don’t suck as much for a few minutes. he can peacefully float away from all his troubles if only for a small amount of time (genuinely this line of thinking leads me to more substance use hcs like harry’s had the most terrible life and it lends itself very much to those) and over the summer he gets used to those. takes a few packs to hogwarts w him, sneaks off for a smoke every now and then when things get too much, tries to hard it from the people around him.

and like, the thing with cigarettes is that they’re such a slippery slope lol so i can totally see him going for riskier and riskier smoke breaks until he’s finally caught one time. maybe at grimmauld place where there’s only so many places u can hide?

molly will definitely lose her shit, like no question. she’ll be the kind who’ll assume unwanted responsibility and berate him without giving him space to breathe imo (ik she’s much softer when it comes to harry, but i can def see her w the potential to do this). remus would probably pull another ‘your parents didn’t sacrifice their lives for u to kill urself this way harry >:(‘. arthur would bumble around a disappointed, well meaning, but ultimately useless ‘this isn’t the solution’.

sirius, though. here’s my bias coming in. i think he’d be the best equipped to deal with that bc i hc him smoking from a young age as well, for similar reasons. so he gets it, unlike literally everyone else, but most importantly he gives harry the space to talk about it. he’ll be interested in knowing what happened, why he feels the need to rely on cigarettes, and then gently GENTLY help harry come to terms with the fact that his grief is valid without having to resort to damaging substances AND help him find new coping mechanisms. generational healing and unlearning harmful things ftw amirite?

(alternatively, im also just here for a harry who started smoking super young and never stopped ngl)

#sirius black #harry potter #i spend way too much time thinking about characters and smoking #esp when they’re young #(possibly bc i started way earlier than healthy #or legal lol #also think a lot ab how adults should respond to it? bc in my experience nothing really works #like prevention? yes but once it’s begun? idk. confrontations just push them into hiding and safe spaces don’t make them stop #i’ve seen a spectrum of reactions & behaviours re substance use irl and it always fascinates me #idk sorry i’m a bit sleep deprived lol idk if this makes sense #i just went off on a tangent there huh i’m so sorry 💀😭 #pen’s asks

[not-alien-girl-v]

Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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"Faye whatever your middle name is Callahan! Did you turn me into a fucking vampire?"

"And who might this be?" Charlie asked on my phone. I was doing the dishes across the kitchen of our family's house and he had been sitting at the table next to my phone when it rang.

"Harry Styles, is Faye there?" He asked as he sat down on the concrete. It was starting to get dark in the city of Los Angeles, but he couldn't help but think he wasn't welcome at his apartment.

"Right, that Styles kid, so what's your problem again?" Charlie crossed one leg over the other and I silently widened my eyes as I realized Charlie was talking to Harry.

"She turned me into a fucking vampire is my problem. I just ran 2 miles in a minute, and I nearly sucked my flatmate dry when he cut his finger," Harry ranted as Charlie snickered at his words. "I could have worded that better, but you get it. Now is Faye there? I'd really like to have words with her."

"Of course, babe, one second," Charlie said in his typical charming and polite voice. He muted the phone, "Faye Celestria Callahan, what the hell did you do to Harry Styles?" He snapped at me, practically growling out his words.

All the color drained from my face the second he asked me this. What was I thinking? How could I have been so dumb? Of course, someone would find out! Of course, Harry would be pissed!

"Right, ha, so here's the thing, we ran into each other at IHOP, when I was at my interview, right, and I happened to be wearing Donna's cashmere sweater, and he happened to be standing close to me, so, you know, I decided to test out the spell, on something, you know, bigger than a bird, and if it didn't work, then no one would ever have to know anyways, wait, does this mean it worked?" I stood on the other side of the table from my older brother.

"That's not the point, Faye! You promised you wouldn't use it on a human! Isn't a vampire bird enough for you?" Charlie seemed genuinely angry at me, which scared the shit out of me because it takes a lot for him to drop his carefree attitude.

"I know, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it other than kill him," I tried to reason but he simply shook his head in disappointment. He then unmuted the phone.

"Right, now where were we?" He asked him, putting his calm facade back on.

"Took you long enough," Harry muttered as he ran a hand through his damp hair. Turns out vampires sweat. Who knew?

"Oh I'm sorry, would you have enjoyed some hold music?" Charlie joked sarcastically.

"Can you just put Faye on the phone?" Harry attempted a calmer approach.

"Yes, I can," Charlie held the phone out to me and mouthed 'it's for you.'

I hesitantly grabbed it and pursed my lips for a second before holding it up to my ear. "Harry! Hey! Long time no see, what's up man?"

"You turned me into a vampire, Faye. That's what's up." Harry had no time for my jokes.

"Right. Sorry about that, by the way," I shut my eyes tight in hopes that it would be enough and Harry would let me not get in trouble.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" He asked in frustration.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I returned the question, no doubt, angering him further.

"I don't know Faye. It's getting dark out here, and judging by how I came close to murdering my flatmate, I don't think he wants me in the house right now, so at the very least, could you give me someplace to stay?" He sighed in defeat, knowing that any further argument with me wouldn't get him anywhere.

"Alright, I'll head home and text you the address, and we can talk about it more when we get there, yeah?" I suggested with a large amount of hope laced into my voice.

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When I tell you Donna screamed, I mean she screamed, as in the full-on fangirl, someone's about to kill her scream, when she saw Harry sitting in our living room/kitchen/ reading room, in my favorite chair, next to the bay window, studying Jorge in his cage. I wondered if he recognized him.

As Harry noticed us walk in - and Donna's scream - he stood up and walked closer to us.

"Why are you here?" Donna asked him incredulously as she sat down at the kitchen island. Despite our house having one room that shared 3 purposes, it was a rather luxurious house, with 4 bedrooms (one being used as a 'witchy room' as we call it'), 3 bathrooms, a bay window, a backyard with a pool, a gazebo, and a kitchen island. Money wasn't an issue for us, so we went with the best house we could find without being too ridiculous. In other words, we weren't in Bel Air, like I had suggested.

"Why are you here? Wait, that's dumb, you probably live here, I'm here because Faye turned me into a vampire. Who are you?" Harry sat down at the kitchen island and leaned towards her on his elbows like she was the most interesting subject to be discussing right now.

"I'm Donna," my best friend flipped a lock of her light blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Wait, Faye, what the hell?" She suddenly acknowledged the other part of what he said.

"Right, so storytime for everyone!" I clapped my hands excitedly as I hopped up onto the kitchen island to sit cross-legged on top of it. Harry shot me a strange look at my action, to which I replied, "it's my house, I do what I want."

"Alright, well," I started, "we're witches. Really fucking old ones, I might add. Well, at least I am. So a few days ago I was going through my grandma's spellbook and I found a rough draft for a vampire spell, and vampires are hella cool, so I altered it to make it my own, and I cast it on a little bird," I leaned back to look at Jorge in his cage, "that's Jorge, he's a vampire, too, and he attacked you a few days ago, me and my brother, Charlie, saved you from being his dinner, and we enchanted you to forget it, but the magic didn't work for some reason, that happens sometimes. But then we ran into each other at IHOP and I just so happened to have all the materials for the spell on me, so I tried the spell out on you, but I swear, I didn't expect it to work. Worst case scenario, you got a bad cold and that was it, but then it actually worked, and well, here we are."

"So cut to the chase, how are you gonna make me human again?" Harry did seem to understand what I said but was still impatient.

"As far as everyone knows, there is no reversal to the spell. Unlike us," I motioned to Donna and me, "you have a way to die, but if that way isn't used when trying to kill you, you're essentially immortal. Sooooooooo," I dragged out my word as I reached into a cabinet and pulled out a party hat and a small party horn, sloppily strapped the hat to his head, and blew the party horn, "welcome to the club, we meet on the first Wednesday of every month!"

"Wait, so you're telling me my only choices are to be a blood-sucking murderous immortal or die?" He wasn't mad, but he definitely was shocked. Not what I was expecting, when Donna first turned, the first thing she did was to experience all the creative ways to kill herself. None worked, of course, but she sure did get a kick out of it at the time. "Forever?"

"Well, maybe not forever, magic isn't an exact force for everyone, there might be a coven out there somewhere who has some cure for it, but there's little to no way to get in contact, because, well, we immortals don't like to socialize outside of our regular groups," I explained. I held back my snicker as I watched him have a grave look on his face while sporting a neon pink sparkly cone-shaped party hat.

"Well, as much as I'd like to murder you right now, I get the impression that I can't. So, Faye, how will you repay me for being your surprise test rat?" Harry got straight to bargaining something from me.

"I think it depends on what you want. I can do a lot of things, but what do you really want me to do for you?" I kept a serious yet curious look on my face as I leaned closer to him. He thought about my question for a while.

"I want you to train me," he said quickly and stared at me intensely. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Train you?" I asked in confirmation. At this moment, I remembered Donna, who had been sitting silently to the side of us, listening to our conversation. Her body language read like she could use some popcorn and 3-D glasses as she watched it go down.

"Yeah, you know, give me everything I need to know about vampires. Immortals too, for the sake of it. I can't be set loose right now, I don't even know all that I can do. Plus, I can tell you're holding out a good backstory from me, and I want to know. So what do you say? Be my mentor, of sorts?" He asked me, completely disregarding how shaken up he had felt earlier about the whole 'live forever or die' thing.

I returned his intense stare and I squinted my eyes to see if he was joking, or if he was hiding something. I leaned just one inch closer and really looked him in the eyes. "Well, I'd say you have yourself a deal, Styles," I held out my hand for him to shake. He did so and smirked wildly.

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"So do you guys just sit around here all day?" Harry was standing in the doorframe that separated the hallway from the living room.

"What do you think we do? Sacrifice lambs every day?" I was sitting at the edge of the couch with my left arm around the back of it, my head leaned back onto the back cushions, and my eyes closed. Last time I checked, Donna had gone out to the backyard to swim in the pool.

"No, but you agreed to train me, and since then, all you've done is sit here and watch Criminal Minds," he came and sat on the opposite end of the couch.

"Fine, alright. I'm up, what do you want to first?" I asked him and straightened myself out to give him my undivided attention.

"I think my hunger might be the first thing we should attend to. I'm not sure how to go out without being spotted. I am a celebrity, after all," he flipped his imaginary hair behind his shoulder.

"Right, so are you thinking nightclub or robbing a blood bank? Cause I'm down for either. And if we're going to a nightclub, I might have some people I'd invite along with us," I joked.

"Like your coven? Who all is in the coven?" He crossed his arms over one another and leaned into the corner of the couch.

"Well, there's me and Donna, we're best friends, there's my oldest sister, Maude, my second oldest sister, Jane, my older brother, Charlie, and after that is my brother, Leonard, my sister, Eleanor, I'm the youngest in the family, there's my mom, Cecilia, Anthony, who is my sister Maude's husband, and as of right now, Leonard and Eleanor are out recruiting and maintaining a side coven, sort of like a spin-off of this one, in Scotland. I'm not sure who's in that," I said without hesitation. I don't remember a day in my life when my brain had been fuzzy of those details.

"And how old is everyone?" He continued grilling me.

"Physical age, or like, real age?" I replied.

"Both."

"Hmm, well I'm physically 22, but I was born in 1446, so that means I'm," I paused and thought about the math behind it, "574. Geez, I'm old. Now let's see, Maude is 37 and 589, Jane is 34 and 586, Charlie is 27 and 579, Leonard is 29 and 581, Eleanor is 27 and 579, my mom is 45 and 662, she turned immortal way before us, though, so it's not weird or anything, I'm not sure how old Anthony is, I think he joined sometime around the Civil War, and Donna is 20 and 71," I stated to him, not without taking glances at my phone calculator, and lots of finger counting. Math has never been my thing. "Did you really catch all that?" I asked him, realizing how much information I just dumped on him suddenly.

He just nodded silently.

"Right, so enough about me, let's go out, you can borrow some clothes from the drawer in the guest room if you'd like. I'll let the gang know we're going clubbing," I patted my knees excitedly and stood up and walked off.

"So, by 'the gang', do you mean everyone? Like everyone in the entire coven?" Harry seemed unsure of this.

"Of course not, only the fun ones, most of my siblings are a drag," I left the room after finishing the conversation, leaving him alone on the couch.

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Raves were always one of my favorite things. Sweaty people wearing bright neon clothes, crazy wigs, awful sounding EDM blasting through speakers, homemade Kandi, and drugs. Lots of drugs. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no addict. I get recked in moderation, like the rest of us. But when you can't die and you're surrounded by easy to steal drugs, you go a little crazy.

I had found a rave festival happening about half an hour from our house, and I had managed to get tickets for one day, although we were just going in at night. Of course, Donna was down for it. I had a small collection of party clothes in the back of my closet, some of which included clothes that would fit in at a rave, but I wasn't feeling too adventurous with my outfit, so I decided to go with a T-shirt and colorful shorts.

Donna, on the other hand, went all out with some kinda strappy thing that covered her legs, high waisted biker shorts with a weird print, and a neon green crop top, along with a bunch of accessories that I didn't pay much attention to.

"So what is this?" Harry asked me as he sat down across from me at the kitchen island. One of these days we really should get a dining table. I had a long wooden pole on the island and a bit of cardboard, glue, and a printed picture of Edward Cullen.

I held up the picture of Edward to Harry, "look, it's you," I giggled. He rolled his eyes at me. "This is a flag pole," I stated without further explanation but he looked at me in confusion.

"Have you never been to a rave before?" I asked him incredulously. "You're famous, what kind of famous person has never been to a rave before?" I continued assembling.

"A famous person who's more of a nightclub person, or a karaoke person. I'll still be able to do that right? With the whole vampire thing?" He seemed more down about it than he was before.

"Yeah probably. How are you feeling about it, by the way?" I set down my hot glue gun to look at him.

"I'm coping, I suppose. I haven't taken the time to fully process it so I'm still waiting on that. I don't know what I'm going to do. I have a large fanbase, and eventually, they'll start to notice I haven't gotten any older," he sighed, looking out the window, wistfully.

"You could fake your death. I've done it plenty of times. It's easier than you think," I picked back up the glue stick and continued gluing the picture of Edward onto a piece of cardboard.

"I can't fake my death. What would happen to my fans? I'm an idol to some people, and to have me just die suddenly? They couldn't take it," he ran his hands through his hair. He was stressing.

"I'd say you have about 20 years. 25, maybe even 30 if you're lucky. I mean, have you seen Keanu Reeves? Anne Hathaway? Paul Rudd? They all look the same after 20 years. So my best advice? Enjoy it while it lasts. Your life in the spotlight wasn't going to last forever anyway, you were bound to die eventually, and who knows? Maybe if you never turned, you would've died tomorrow. At least now you won't have to go through the motions of being old and frail and still trying to make a good performance for the fans," I finally finished up my craft for the rave and held it up.

"I'm sensing you didn't know, so this is called a flag pole. It's what people at festivals use to find their groups in a crowd. So, if you're lost, just look for Edward Cullen above the crowd, and that's where we'll be," I explained to him, and at that second, Donna walked into the living room.

"Are we ready to head out?" She spoke from the hallway.

"I'm ready. You?" Harry asked me. I nodded my head, and we all walked outside.

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#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson fanfic #louis tomlinson fanfiction #louis tomlinson x reader #2014 aesthetic #2014 vibes #2014 core #2014 grunge #tumblr grunge

[bi-demon-ium]

25, 9, 34, in any combination, for the twins

“I know you have no reason to trust me. but please… I’m asking you to anyway.” + “I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.” + “Are you going to kill me?”

based on this, which you'll have to read for it to make sense rip.

this was yet another impulsive one<3 this idea could use more development i think, but. this is what i have!!

(ao3.)

Nicholas has been here for—he has no idea how long.

He feels like he can’t even remember a time outside of the cage, outside of this room, outside of anything. The dreams have gotten worse. It’s hard to even tell when he’s awake.

Nothing seems quite right. He isn’t surprised when he hears things, anymore, when people emerge from the darkness, but he doesn’t hope, either. His heart doesn’t leap.

So when his brother appears from the shadows, he doesn’t blink.

Even though he looks—different, than usual, more harried, in a uniform he doesn’t recognize, hair more disheveled than he’d seen it in a very long time, Nicholas doesn’t really question it. This is probably a dream. Everything is a dream. Maybe he hasn’t been awake at all.

Nicholas doesn’t say anything, just blinks slowly, lethargically, and goes back to staring at the wall.

Nathaniel just stares at him for a moment, looking upset and a little confused, before dropping to one knee and making quick work of the lock.

That’s funny. Nicholas doesn’t think he’s ever dreamed of his brother freeing him, at least, not by himself, not in an escape. Why would he? Wasn’t he the one who had put him here in the first place? Decided he deserved this?

Then he sees the shock watch, barely hidden under his sleeves, and a thought occurs to him.

“Oh,” he says, voice small and tired and dull. “Are you here to kill me, Nathaniel?”

Nathaniel—freezes. His hands stutter, his whole body faltering and then going utterly still, and then he raises his head, eyes wide and staring at Nicholas like he’s never seen him before.

“Why the hell would I do that?” he all but hisses, but he sounds more genuinely disbelieving and upset than truly furious.

Nicholas blinks. “Why wouldn’t you?” he says, a little listlessly. “I ruined your life, no? Hurt you? I’ve done nothing but get in your way, over and over. Taken everything that matters to you from you. You hate me, don’t you?”

He’s just repeating what he’s heard a thousand times, from little Nathaniel with dead eyes and cold, tall Curtain.

Nathaniel just stares at him, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He’d look indignant if he didn’t look oddly hurt, and almost heartbroken. It’s a foreign expression to Nicholas, at least, on his brother’s face.

“…I know you have no reason to trust me, Nicholas,” he says after a moment. “But please. Please. I’m asking you to anyway. We have to go now.”

He holds out a hand for Nicholas to take, just as Milligan and Rhonda and Number Two have in his dreams a thousand times. Over and over. It’s never ended well. He’s always woken up. Always.

Nicholas reaches out a shaking hand and takes it. He always does. Despite everything, despite everything, he can’t help but hope.

(Curtain—the not him, the fake him, the dream him—sneers at him that he’s pathetic. I know, he whispers, and he takes their hand, I know.)

His brother’s hand is warm. It feels as solid as it ever does. It’s shaking, though. And Nathaniel pulls him out.

Nicholas all but collapses against him, legs weak, and Nathaniel holds him up unsteadily.

“We’ll get help soon,” he promises quietly, and his arms around Nicholas are—are warm, nothing like the cold metal of the cage. “Come on. I’ve—I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t much remember the escape. He never does.

But when he wakes up, it’s not to cold metal pressed to his face, not to the cold and the flickering light and the darkness eating at the corners of the room.

It’s to warmth, a soft bed under him, and kind, gentle eyes are peering at him—Milligan is sitting by him, and Number Two’s hand is cool and reassuring at his shoulder, Rhonda is nearby, too, he can hear her, and he wonders if Nathaniel was the dream.

But when he sits up, he sees movement from the corner of his eye, and—there’s Nathaniel, sitting on the other twin bed in the motel room, looking stiff and awkward and out of place, but here. Here.

He’s still pretty out of it, so the memories will later feel almost like a slideshow. Being shocked, frozen, the implications crashing down on him all at once. Stumbling to his feet, Milligan’s hands gentle at his back trying to keep him steady, Number Two saying something increasingly high-pitched, worried. Barely managing to take a few paltry steps forward. All but collapsing against his brother again, hugging him as tightly as he could manage. His brother frozen in his arms. His brother hugging back.

(I’m sorry, he remembers his brother whispering, I’m sorry.)

Vaguely he remembers falling asleep. Being gently guided back to a resting position. Remembers hugging the others, too, feeling so relieved.

Later, he’ll get the whole story—that it hadn’t, in fact, been his brother who had captured him, for one—but for now, he’s just letting it crash over him that he’s. he’s okay. He’s safe.

(His brother didn’t do this to him. His brother had helped save him. After everything, his brother had helped save him.)

.

Curtain, frankly, was about to do something extremely stupid.

He was going in, alone, into enemy territory. Essentially giving himself up to people who had every reason to despise him. Without Nicholas even there to mediate, or for them to watch themselves in front of.

But. But. It was the only way. And he had no idea how bad it was for Nicholas, but he knew it couldn’t be good. Not with the little information he’d been given.

(It was all but torture, really. Or it just. was. But he tried not to think about that.)

He took a deep breath, and neatly, stiffly rapped his knuckles on the front door.

Predictably, when the door opened, he barely got one word out before he was immediately knocked unconscious.

Yeah. That was fair.

He wakes tied to a chair—also fair—and is unsurprised when they don’t trust him. He tells them the truth, though. And maybe that’s why he manages to convince them.

(Despite everything, he does love his brother. And no one kidnaps Nicholas but him, thank you.)

(…He is aware of how that sounds. Shut up.)

When Kazembe—Rhonda, one of Nicholas’s ridiculous little friends, one of the newer additions—unties him, she stops for a moment to look him in the eyes.

“We’re trusting you,” she says, and it’s soft, but with an underlying steel. “Please don’t make us regret it.”

He got the sense that there was an idea of or I’ll make you regret it, but frankly, she looked more worried than angry.

(They really care about his brother. It’s hard to see up close. To see the kind of life Nicky has built—built without him—and to see how negatively he’s impacted it. Impacted them.)

(It shouldn’t matter, but it does. Especially once he gets into that room and sees—)

(sees—)

(Nicholas in a cage, small and curled in on himself, more exposed than he ever dresses)

(Nicholas, dead-eyed, dully listing all the reasons Nathaniel might want him dead)

(Nicholas, unbelieving, shaking, reaching for him anyway)

(Nicholas collapsing in his arms and shuddering and crying, silent and trembling)

He’s there when Nicholas wakes, in the dingy motel they’d fled to, much below his usual standards.

(He doesn’t expect Nicholas to hug him.)

He has no idea what to do now. What to do with what he’s seen, what he’s done, what to do with Nicholas and his friends, what to do, what to do.

But for now, it has to be enough to be here. For now.

#askbox #snippet #my writing #mbs disney #this is. perhaps not super well thought out. but just the idea of curtain SEEING that and like nicholas #nicholas genuinely thinking/assuming it was him but it WASNT #ough

[dybalassunshine]

Island Kill - Chapter 2: The Warning

Seconds turned into hours as Ozil and Emi tried to decide whether to tell the others or not. There was no point in hiding it but there was no point in telling them either. They were hundreds of feet in the air. Haaland sauntered over to them and let out a snort.

"What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we tell everyone about the messed up shit?"

Ozil shook his head. Haaland didn't seem very pleased by that answer.

"Why not? They're as screwed as we are!"

"It's pointless. If they cared, they'd have noticed that we've been flying for too long"

"My man Emi, have you never flown before? Time stops in the air"

"It does but the sun has set twice already. How have they not noticed?"

"Look around man, they're all asleep"

Emi looked around and found almost everyone fast asleep. All except Di Maria who was staring out the window with his jaw wide open.

Ozil had spaced out of the conversation long ago. He was thinking of the possible reasons for this weird situation.

"Do you think we should ask the pilot?"

Emi and Haaland turned towards him simultaneously, possibly startled by him speaking out of nowhere.

"Huh?"

"The pilot. Maybe he knows something we don't"

"Oh yes. Maybe we should do just that instead of the Mission Impossible shit Emi is probably thinking of"

Haaland's comments went over Emi's head as he turned back to observe Di Maria who still sat with his mouth agape.

EMI'S POV

What's wrong with him? Why is he sitting there like that? Should I go talk to him... Hmm, maybe I should. It would definitely be an upgrade from Mute Mary and Big Boy Billy here...

Without giving it a second thought, I quickly went to see my friend.

He didn't notice my presence at all which is weird because he's the most present-minded person I know...

"Hey, Di, are you alright?"

Nothing.

"Di Maria!"

Silence.

This time I shook him violently. This seemed to work as he slowly turned towards me.

"Oh Emi, hi. When did you come here?"

"I don't know, a minute ago. You alright?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"You were staring out this window for the last ten minutes..." Like an idiot.

"Was I really? Wow! I didn't even realize"

"Anything special out there?" I said with a slight giggle.

He smiled warmly at me.

"Why don't you take a look?"

I nodded and shifted seats with him. As soon as I glanced out the window, my jaw fell to the floor. The sea stretched beneath us for what seemed like infinity. It was a weird blue-green color. Small waves rattled the otherwise tranquil water. And in the middle of this vast sea was an island, beautiful and full of colors. It seemed like something out of a Disney movie.

Beside me, I heard Di Maria chuckle.

"See? This is why I was gaping out the window like an idiot"

I almost choked on air hearing the last part of his sentence. How did he know I called him an idiot...

"I know you thought that while I was staring out. I know you like the back of my hand"

I stole a quick glance at his face, searching for anger or sarcasm but all I found was genuine amusement. Di Maria might be the sweetest person alive.

END OF EMI'S POV

Their peaceful moment was disturbed by Neymar's loud exclamation.

"I THINK WE'RE HERE!"

Emi shook his head at the Brazilian's no filter loud voice. He was getting really tired of him and the vacation was yet to start.

"Uhm, guys? I think there's something wrong with my watch. It's showing today's date and time as April 7th, 7 AM..."

Haaland let out a wild laugh at Harry's question.

"Ah, so you finally noticed it? It's not only your watch my friend. It's the actual date and time"

Everyone started looking at their watches and a series of gasps and 'what' could be heard.

"While you guys make peace with the fucked up reality, Ozil and I will talk to the pilot. Feel free to cry."

With that, Haaland and Ozil made their way to the cockpit.

"Oh, man! Here I thought I was gonna relax for once!"

Many people agreed with Cristiano's complaint. Leo got up and went to the back to retrieve his bag. Emi went after him.

EMI'S POV

If anyone is here who can make any sense right now, it has to be Leo. He's the wisest person here.

I quickly make my way after him to the back of the plane where he's grabbing his bag.

"Leo! Wait!"

He turned towards me, his face calm as always.

"Yes Emi, is everything alright?"

"Not really, no. This... this whole situation is wrong. What's going on? Do you think we're in danger?"

He didn't seem fazed by my worried tone at all. He put his bag on an empty seat beside him and his other arm on my shoulder. His face turned uncharacteristically grave, adding to my fear.

"We've made a huge mistake by coming here. We shouldn't have agreed to this. I should have listened."

"L-Listened to whom?"

He opened his bag and pulled out a small folded paper. He handed it to me and told me to read it.

"I received it two days before we left."

As soon as I read the words written on that paper, I felt my blood go cold.

#lionel messi #paulo dybala #angel di maria #cristiano ronaldo #neymar #neymar jr #emi martinez #mesut ozil #erling haaland #harry kane #kylian mbappe #achraf hakimi #sergio ramos #island kill #football fanfic #football fanfiction

[amethyste-7urquoise]

Lovely Drarry (2/2)

Draco stared at Harry with wide eyes, unsure of how to react to what the dark-haired man had just said. He looked around, wondering if this was a bad joke. After all, Draco was doing him a lot of dirty tricks, so it could very well be revenge. But even when he looked around, he didn't see anyone, it was just the two of them. He refocused on Harry, who was waiting for his answer, genuinely stressed, and he noticed. Unlike him, Harry was a real open book when it came to his emotions, he was almost adorable at times.

"And can I at least know why?" Draco asked perhaps too aggressively.

"To be honest, it's for several reasons…" The Gryffindor thought about the words, then began to speak again after taking a deep breath. "Actually… I'm sick of hating you, I'm sick of being teased, picked on, harassed and that's even for my friends… I don't even know why you're being like this with us and if it's really just for the fact that I didn't shake your hand in first year then I'm going to tell you honestly, I think it's a lousy reaction… And also, I've been watching you…"

Draco was starting to get a sneer of a mocking smile on his lips, ready to retaliate in a scathing manner but he stopped when he heard the last sentence of his Nemesis. He looked up at him, urging him to continue.

"I've been watching you and I've noticed a lot of things that made me question everything I thought about you… I've noticed that you help others, not just your comrades, in a discreet way so that no one would catch you helping them… You are full of benevolence but you hide it behind a huge shell. I also noticed a lot of your personality which I find sincerely interesting, we have common points on certain things. So yes, I would like to learn more about you and I think our friendship could be really good. You're a good person Draco…"

The blond tickeled at the last sentence again as well as at the use of his first name which touched him. He remained silent, inwardly weighing the pros and cons of this potential future friendship. He finally spoke, with no animosity.

"You want to know why I'm doing all this to you?… I'm doing all this shit to you because… I'm jealous of your friends and especially of you. And you piss me off. You piss me off because you have a perfect life and yet you manage to complain about it, it's a real talent of yours. So yes, you lost your parents to Voldemort and you have a good scar now but that's really the only uncool thing that happened to you, but the rest is perfect!… I really wish I was you… Harry."

The dark-haired man listened carefully before smiling slightly at him. He smiled to reassure him, as if to let him know that he heard and understood his thoughts. He also smiled at the fact that it was crazy how little they actually knew each other.

After that, the two boys talked about their lives to better understand each other. And little by little, their discussions rambled on about many different things, asking sometimes awkward questions to get to know each other better, and they saw that they did indeed have a lot in common. This discussion seemed lunar to them, neither of them would ever have thought that they could have discussed like this without ending up killing each other.

Then, as the days went by, they would come to the same place to continue talking, spending hours without even realizing it. The friendship in question formed very quickly, but it changed just as quickly into love. They admitted it after several months, that evening, hiding in the room on request, where they did not let go of each other's eyes, as if the one who looked down would die.

They were true soul mates, but they would learn to understand that in time.

(END)

#harry potter #hp fandom #drarry #hogwarts #soul mates #true love #lovely #2/2 #sorry for my english #harry x draco #draco top #harry bottom #secret relationship #end

[narastories]

meta ramble about intellectual compatibility

I had this compilation of quotes sitting in my drafts for a while, waiting for a good mini-meta rant. Actually, I was going back-and-forth whether it was worth posting or if my thoughts were too disjointed. But then after I posted that fic today I realized how much it totally shows in the way I write Harry’s and Nic’s dynamics, sometimes even without consciously aiming for it, so here are my thoughts anyway.

I am so obsessed with this tiny little thing that happens with them where despite all the hiss-bark-you’re-evil talk happening on Harry’s part they’re completely on the same wavelength.

What I mean is, and I have definitely experienced this in real life, when you can talk to someone and make logical leaps with the other person following perfectly. When you don’t have to go through each little step because the other person has the same thought pattern. It’s really nice when it happens and very annoying when it would be useful and it’s just not there.

I’m sure it happens with other characters too and also part of it is that in a book you don’t want a conversation to be boring so you have to have nice and flowy dialogue. But this sort of intellectual compatibility is still something I very much enjoy with these two characters.

Especially because Nicodemus is such a liar. I would say that’s one of his defining habits, actually, and he’s good at it. So good, in fact, that even Harry doesn’t always catch him, immediately, or at all. Which is saying something. Harry is generally a smart guy. Not necessarily smart as in aware of the consequences of his actions, but pretty intelligent. He’s also the protagonist of a book written in first person so if he doesn’t figure something out the audience has an even harder time. (Which reminds me actually how much I adore when Butcher does these plot twists at the end of some of the books where Harry knows what’s going to happen, but you don’t so you still enjoy it as a nice twist. Anyway, I’m trying not to go completely off-topic here.)

And the last reason why it’s such a telling sign that sometimes even Harry only catches Nic’s ‘plot twists’ last second is that despite the antagonistic nature of their relationship, when they put their heads together, they can literally finish each other’s sentences. For example:

““Interesting. Then the only question is if the contamination is among standing members of our Order or…” He let the thought trail off and glanced at me, lifting an eyebrow. I followed the logic to the only other people in possession of any of the coins. “Someone in the Church,” I whispered, with a sick feeling in my stomach.“

Or here is one of my favorites, a little earlier from the same chapter:

“If I am to call you Dresden, it is only fair that you should call me Archleone.” “Archleone?” I asked. “As in ‘seeking whom he may devour’? Kinda pretentious, isn’t it?” For half of a second, the smile turned into something almost genuine. “For a godless heathen, you are entirely too familiar with scripture. You know that I can kill you, do you not?”

Now, I did some furious googling on this and I still can’t pinpoint the exact linguistics of why did Harry (apparently correctly) associate the name “Archleone” with the Bible verse “the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour“. I mean, I see the Latin leo-Archleone connection, but this is not the only mention of lions in the Bible, is it? (Not that I’m super familiar with it so anyone please feel free to chime in on this. Actually, I just now found a few old Reddit threads adjacent to this topic and an article about the etymology of angel names in the Dresden Files, which I haven’t read but going to dive into later because apparently this is how I like to spend my free time.)

The point I’m trying to make is that it’s still a pretty obscure association.

And then we have this absolute beauty where half the important information is just Harry’s inner commentary yet Nic doesn’t even bat an eye:

“Ah. The strangulation was the distraction. He picked your pocket with one of the other wires before he was incapacitated. He did that to Saint…someone-or-other, in Glasgow in the thirteenth century.” There’s nothing like getting taken with an old trick, I guess. But that meant that Namshiel had been working together with someone else— someone else who had to have been hanging around to collect the coins after he’d taken them from my pocket and tossed them off to the side in the confusion. Someone who hadn’t been pulling a fade after all. “Tessa and Rosanna,” I said quietly. “They got their collection of thugs back. They bailed at just the right moment to ruin your plan, too.” “Deceitful bitches,” Nicodemus murmured. “One of them is our own Judas; I was sure of it.”

Again, I’m not trying to argue this is special or anything, just that this is a dynamic I really-really enjoy. And I noticed today how I do add this a little whenever I write them. Maybe this is part of why I enjoy writing them so much because they can be super quick-witted and have ping-pong-style banter with each other :P

Anyway, this post has gotten a bit out of hand already lol We all have those niche topics we like to do meta-rants about, and could talk about for hours, don’t we? Obviously, this is mine.

#I'm still casually making my way through Ghost Story btw #so this is me basing everything on 2 out of 3 books the Denarians are in #you all are going to hate me so much when I get to Skin Game #and unlock my full potential lmao #dresden files #harry dresden #nicodemus archleone #harry dresden/nicodemus archleone #harry/nic #denarian brainrot #nara's dresden phase #nara rambles about dresden files #that was already a tag lol