#even if your not a flint fan it’s a good read

[tomriddles-wh0re]

MAJOR FIC RECOMMENDATION

I know I don’t usually post many fic recommendations outside of reblogs but I recently read a fic that is severally underrated(I’m talking less than a thousand reads) that I really wanted to share.

“The Wooing of Marcus Flint” by rubberduckz84 on AO3

paring: marcus flint x female!oc(Adrian Pucey’s cousin)

summary: After recently coming out of a failed marriage, an older Marcus Flint finds his way at his best friends house, Adrian Pucey’s, where he meets his friend’s squib cousin that’s new to England and unaware of magic. As the two experience a whirlwind romance with an instant connection, how can Marcus continue to hide the greater secret of his world when the two begin to become close.

trigger warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol(a lot for the sake of clubbing), and brief mentions of infidelity.

Review: I really enjoyed this story, at first the story seemed to be simply a decent read. however, once you delve into the full story you become quickly immersed. The author thrives at developing Marcus as a character(despite lack of much original source material for him) and is able to create a in-depth character with likes, dislikes, wants, motivations, and overall depth. As well as showcasing him as someone who has learned from his mistakes in the past and is accountable for past misdeeds. Also the depth and characterization of Nora(the oc lead) is so good, I feel some fics lack depth to their reader insert characters but I feel like they did a great job adding a real background, interests, and characterization which makes you not only like the character but end up rooting for them. Truly I felt like I really got to know her as a person and I appreciate the humor the author used which made her such a powerful and impactful lead. I also appreciated the way the perspective was written, shifting but mostly keeping to marcus’ inner thoughts, which is rarer in fics and I enjoyed it. I felt the slow burn was so well built, and I appreciated the growth from the characters. As well as the supporting characters were great.

I do admit some of the scenes may come off as cringy(personally not necessarily I just disliked minor parts), honestly it’s just some minor scenes that you can read through and still have an overall good read.

And the most important point I have is I appreciate Marcus being written as 43 y/o and the oc being 33, I felt a lot of fics do not cater towards readers that aren’t 20 y/o and don’t take into consideration finding love later in life. I feel a lot of people fear they won’t find their partner by their late twenties, and it’s scary but I appreciate the message that you can be older like marcus(being in his 40s) and able to be at a place where he can find love because he had matured so so much and grown. It was so nice to just read a domestic fluff fic, it was definitely a feel good read. Plus Marcus is so underrated as a character and the author characterized and built him so well.

#ray rambles #rays fic recommendations #marcus flint x reader #marcus flint #harry potter fic rec #underated #fanfic recommendation #hp fic rec #marcus flint x oc #marcus flint x you #even if your not a flint fan it’s a good read

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/15/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Taika; Samson Kayo; Kay Buchanan; Nathan Foad; Watch parties; GLAAD LAST DAYS; Fan Spotlight; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika.

== David Jenkins ==

Okay so I apologize all-- somehow I missed that all the David Jenkins pics going around were NEW. I don't know why but I thought they were from a while back. My taxes brain really has me messed up. So these are from the past 2-4 days. Now it makes a lot of sense too as to why everyone's been honking louder! You can see him there at WB Studios, and yes that is him with OFMD fan-stickers on his laptop.

Source: Kinga Malisz' IG

== Taika Waititi ==

A small glimpse of Taika and his ginormous doe eyes on the set of Klara and The Sun. Src: Vas J Morgan's IG

== Samson Kayo ==

Samson was out in Abu Dhabi U.A.E sporting his Prada Sun Glasses! Chaos Dad and Samba happened to pop into his comments as well! Thanks @ashes-skye for pointing out these great photos! SRC: Samson's Instagram

== Kay Buchanan ==

Our lovely leatherworker Kay Buchanan posted lots of cool things today on her instagram! Stede's Dagger Sheath

Next up was the Gunpowder Pouches for OFMD

== Nathan Foad ==

Some first shots of Nathan in his role in #LovesLabourLost! Src: Royal Shakespeare Company IG

== Watch Party Reminders! ==

== Flight Of the Conchords ==

Season 1 is done! Season 2 starts tomorrow with Episodes 1 and 2! Join Save OFMD Crew, and @/ iamadequate1 this week for Flight of the Conchords watch parties! You can watch each day at 4pm PT, 7 pm ET, 11pm BST! If you don't have access, feel free to join us on the #RhysDarbyFaction Discord server, you can hit me up for an invite.

Hashtags:

#FlagOfTheConchords

#OurFlagMeansDeath

== LAST CHANCE FOR GLAAD ==

Voting closes in two days, get your votes in while you can! Remember: you can vote more than once. 😉🏴‍☠️

IMG Src: @saveofmdcrewmates

== Fan Spotlight ==

One of our crewmates @/RabinaryCode on youtube has put together this cute Queen Parody for Rhys! Give it a listen if you have some time :) Vocals: @ferventrabbitao3

Lyrics: @tanteclem

== Cast Cards ==

To quote @melvisik "Tonight is Ian Alda (yup, related to Alan Alda) playing the clerk... reads notes Clark Clerkwell... person who told Stede he's dead "

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope you all are having a fresh start to your week. I've heard good news and rough news, so I truly hope if you have good news, it stays that way and if you have bad news, it looks up for you!

I really am so glad to see people clowning though. I know no one wants to get their hopes up, but it's nice to see that kind of energy flowing through the fandom again. We deserve a little treat of hope once in a while and it warms my heart how much people are running with it.

Hope is the dream lovelies. All things spring from hope. Don't give up on it. Even when things feel the worst, hope is what keeps us going. I have so much love for you friends. I know we have our bad days, but I hope you know that no matter what happens me and the crew will send you love. We love sharing this space with you. Rest well lovelies. Some quotes about hope tonight:

"The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience." - Emily Dickinson

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." - Eleanor Roosevelt

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Sorry, tonight's theme is just... this interview because every time I see it it makes me smile so horrendously huge. I love them so much and certainly together like this. The goofy bastards. Gif Courtesy of @captain-flint

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #our flag means death #ofmd #rhys darby #taika waititi #david jenkins #chaos dad #samson kayo #ofmd bts #kay buchanan #nathan foad #watch parties

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello

So i was thinking of 16 and 3 with 80s jason

this was such a fun request to write and i'm honestly in love with jason on this. hope you enjoy reading it, love <3

from this prompt list │requests are open! send yours here

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

jason newsted x reader │ word count: 3,1k

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?" "Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle. "You need to pick your partners better." "Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. 

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, protected sex (yay), oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled your bedroom as it valiantly battled the stifling summer heat with a gentle breeze. You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the open magazine and glancing over at your best friend sprawled out on your rug, absorbed in your Atari video game.

You and Jason had been buddies since high school. You actually met him through your brother - they were in a band together for a bit before your brother bailed to help out your dad with the family business. But even after that, Jason just became a regular fixture around your place.

It was pretty common for the two of you to hang out in your room all day, reading comics, watching movies, or playing games together. Jason was a solid friend - he was chill, funny, and always looked out for you. It felt like he was practically part of the family by now. Your parents and your brother loved having him around, and you couldn't deny you felt the same way.

"What's with the sigh?" Jason asked, and you blinked, glancing down at him to see he'd paused his game, resting his arms on your mattress as he peered up at you, a mop of brown curls framing his face.

"What sigh?" you frowned, and he rolled his eyes.

"You just sighed. The upset kind of sigh," he explained, and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, maybe after years of hanging out, Jason could read you like a book. It wasn't exactly news, but it still caught you off guard sometimes, how effortlessly tuned in he could be.

"It's nothing," you replied, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. You blushed, shifting your gaze back to your magazine.

"Come on," he nudged your arm, and you huffed, glancing back at him. "I can tell when you're upset. What's up?"

"I'm not upset," you retorted. "Just... Ugh, fine. You remember that guy Flint?"

"That jerk Flint Jones?" Jason snorted, and you chuckled.

"Yeah, well, we went on a date yesterday."

"Damn, sweetheart," he laughed. "No wonder you're feeling some kinda way."

"Oh, shut up," you playfully nudged his head with your foot, and he snorted, grabbing your ankle and moving your foot away from his head. "He's hot, okay? But it's all surface. We went back to his van afterwards and... Well, it was terrible."

"Did he hurt you or anything? You want me to kick his ass?" he asked, suddenly serious, and you laughed.

"Unless you think he deserves a beatdown for having the smallest dick ever," you replied, and Jason snorted, blushing. "Nah, it's all good. It's just the same old story, you know? He just wanted a quick fuck, but he was all about himself. So I bounced," you paused, frowning. "...And then he had the nerve to call me today just to say I’m a bitch."

"Wait till your brother finds out about this," Jason whispered, menacingly. 

"Oh, hell no, you're not telling him. I don't need my brother getting all up in my business. As far as he's concerned, I'm still as innocent as they come," you chuckled, then grimaced. "I mean, it's not that far off. I've only been with three guys, but every time it's like, why did I even bother?"

"It was that terrible, huh?" he asked, gently, propping his chin in his hand, and you nodded.

"Sorry. Too much information?" you grinned, a bit shyly, and he returned the smile.

"Not at all. You know you can tell me anything. Even about your awful sex li... Ow!" he laughed as you swiftly left your sitting position to kneel down, giving his head a playful shove before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shut up, Newsted. Just 'cause you're getting lucky doesn't mean you can rag on my sex life."

"Who said I'm getting lucky?" he chuckled, blushing a bit, and you rolled your eyes.

"Are you serious? I don't know what you did to her, but my friend Carol won't shut up about how amazing your night was. Like I wanted to hear all the details!" you exclaimed. Jason laughed.

“I could show you what I did to her,” he blurted out. You froze, raising your eyebrows at him. "Uh, I mean... You said you've never had a good fuck, so I thought maybe I could..." Jason trailed off, his words stumbling out awkwardly. "I just thought... Maybe if you had a decent one... Okay, forget it, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's cool," you replied hastily. Sure, you hadn't exactly fantasized about getting down with Jason, but you couldn't deny he had his charms, muscular arms and toned body matching the most beautiful wavy hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. Plus, you were sick of your own lackluster experiences and the hassle of trying to score in this town. There was just one hitch: you didn't want things to get weird between you two. Your friendship was cool, the coolest kind there was — you could count on Jason for everything, and he could count on you as well. You didn’t want this to change. “It’s just… Won’t that make things awkward?”

“It doesn’t have to. We’re friends, right?” Jason answered, shifting to sit beside you on the bed with a soft grunt. "I mean, if you're gonna dive into this, might as well do it with someone you trust. Better than messing around with Flint Jones," he joked, and you laughed along.

"You're such a dummy," you teased, feeling your cheeks warm as he inched closer, his hand finding its way to your cheek. “What the hell are you doing, Newsted?”

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?"

"Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle.

"You need to pick your partners better."

"Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. 

The kiss started gentle, a bit awkward at first, but you soon started to ease into it, feeling Jason's lips soft against yours. His scent, so familiar, surrounded you as he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. You found yourself leaning in, one hand resting on his thigh, letting out a little sigh as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“It's sweltering in here," you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, saying it more as an excuse to take a small breather. Jason chuckled softly.

"I got you," he grinned, pulling your shirt off. You blushed, heart racing as his eyes roamed over your body, then meeting yours. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you replied, biting your lip. "Yeah, keep going."

He grunted, nudging you to lie back as he settled on top of you. You trailed your fingers along his stomach, tugging at his shirt to get it off. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jawline, working his way up to your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

“Gonna teach you what a good fuck feels like,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he pressed himself against you, his hardness meeting that warm spot between your legs. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping his hair. "Feels good?" he asked softly, lips trailing along your neck before returning to yours, his body pressing against yours. You nodded, meeting his gaze, cheeks heating up; Jason had never looked at you like this before, his eyes full of desire as he watched the way you opened your mouth slightly, small sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you felt the pressure of his hard cock against you. 

"Jase..." you whispered, reaching for his pants zipper, but he groaned, swiftly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You let out a little whimper of protest, but he chuckled softly.

"Take it easy," he smiled. "Got a few tricks up my sleeve to show you first."

"Like what?" you breathed, and he grinned before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hands down to your back to unhook your bra. You couldn't help but sigh, feeling your cheeks heat up as he traced circles around one of your nipples with his finger, teasing it until it stiffened. He gave it a gentle pinch, and you couldn't hold back a soft moan.

"Has anyone ever touched your boobs like this?" he murmured, planting a soft kiss on one of them, and you shook your head no. He licked his fingertips to give them a little lubrication before teasing your nipple again, giving it gentle pinches and pulls. With a grunt, he took the other into his mouth, and you couldn't help but moan as he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around your nipple while he massaged the other with his hand. "Gonna make sure you know how amazing it can feel, babe."

"Oh," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as you instinctively moved your hips upwards, feeling a rush of pleasure and excitement. He pulled back briefly before latching onto your other nipple, teasing and squeezing the one he had just left wet and sensitive. Your eyes fluttered shut, breath coming in uneven bursts as you pulled him in closer. He continued to suck on your breast gently, leaving a little love mark as he unbuttoned your pants.

Your whole body tingled as he stripped off your pants and panties in one swift move. This was a whole different new experience for you; sure, Jason had caught glimpses of you in a bikini before, but being fully exposed like this was a first. Your cheeks flushed hot as he took in your naked form with a low hum, reaching out to grab your waist.

"You're so damn hot," he whispered, his own cheeks tinted with a flush. You sighed contently as he parted your thighs, his fingers exploring the warmth between them. A sharp moan escaped your lips as he teased your sensitive area, circling your wet entrance with his fingertips. "You're soaking wet, babe," he grunted, and you couldn't help but moan in response. He looked up at you. "You sure about this?"

"Yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes with a moan as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them gently. "Oh, Jase..."

"So damn warm and wet," he muttered, looking captivated by your reaction as he positioned himself between your legs, his warm breath against your clit. “I really wanna eat you out… Can I?”

"Yes, please," you whimpered, hips instinctively moving with his fingers as he curled them inside you once more. He chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before diving down to your clit. A sharp moan escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against your sensitive bud. "Jason..."

"Hmm?" he grinned up at you, his fingers working magic inside you. "You're squeezing around my fingers, babe... Feels good?"

"Feels amazing," you agreed, cheeks flushing. He went back to your clit, licking it in slow circles, and you couldn't help but moan, gripping his hair. A small gasp escaped you when he sucked on it, hips moving with his rhythm as you pulled him closer. He held onto your thigh, keeping you in place as he continued with increasing intensity, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. "Jason," you gasped, eyes shutting tight as he kept his fingers moving inside you, pleasure building with every stroke. He pulled back momentarily, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs.

"It's alright, babe," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've got you. Just let it out..."

You whimpered, tugging at his arm until he was back on top of you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue moving with yours as he slid his fingers away, focusing on massaging your clit in slow circles. You melted in his kiss, pressing yourself against him as you felt your climax building, each wave crashing over you until you were moaning louder and louder, your whole body trembling under his touch.

"That's it, baby," Jason murmured, sliding his fingers back inside you and hitting that spot that made you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around him. "Just let it all out... I've got you, honey."

"Jase, please..." you sobbed, burying your face in his neck as you attempted to push his hand away. "It's too intense, I can't..."

“It’s okay,” he whispered, planting soft kisses on your hair while easing his hand's movements. You let out a shaky sigh, still tingling from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He chuckled, brushing your hair back from your face, his body warm and sweaty against yours. "You enjoyed that?"

"Hell yeah," you replied weakly, and he laughed.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Just need a sec to catch my breath, please," you whispered, and he chuckled before getting up. You watched as he peeled off his pants and underwear, blushing when you caught sight of his arousal. He grabbed his wallet from your nightstand, pulling out a condom before taking hold of his cock with his free hand.

"Wanna learn how to put this on?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm not that clueless, Jason. I know how to do it," you replied, sitting on the bed.

"Well, you wanna lend a hand, then?" he asked, and you nodded, cheeks flushing. You took the condom from him, tearing open the package. There was a moment of hesitation before you took hold of him, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum over his swollen head. He let out a grunt.

“Want me to suck you off first?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved your hand slowly. He let out a soft moan.

"I'd love it, but let's save it for another time," he replied, his voice husky. You blushed, the thought of a next time sending butterflies through your stomach. "Today's all about you, alright? Just wanna make you feel good."

"Well, you're killing it so far," you grinned, and he chuckled. You slid the condom on him, then leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs. Jason looked at you, stroking himself slowly with a sigh before getting back on top of you.

"There's still so much I wanna teach you," he whispered in your ear, and you let out a soft moan. "Loads of ways to make you lose it for me... You have no idea how sweet you taste."

"No one's ever talked to me like that before," you whispered, heart racing as you blushed. He grunted, planting soft kisses on your neck.

"Their loss," he replied before easing himself into you with a slow, steady movement. You let out a loud moan, clinging to him as you opened your legs wider to take him in deeper. He kissed your jaw, fully inside you now, your bodies hot and sweaty against each other. "You good?"

"I'm good," you whispered, and he let out a soft grunt before starting to move slowly. You buried your face in his neck, moaning as you felt him stretching you out, hitting all those sweet spots inside you. It was intoxicating, the mix of gentle ache and intense pleasure, far beyond anything you'd felt with anyone else. Your pussy throbbed, extra sensitive after your last orgasm, and Jason moaned your name, pulling you closer.

You curled your toes, lips seeking his out eagerly, knowing you wouldn't hold out much longer, the tension in your belly rising fast. Jason kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tangled his hand in your hair, your lips moving together in a frenzy of soft moans and gentle bites. You were completely lost in him, in the sensation of him thrusting into you, picking up speed as you gave in to the pleasure of each other's touch.

"Jase... I'm gonna cum again," you moaned, and Jason grunted, his thrusts getting harder as he used one hand to play with your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with quick motions.

You let out a sharp moan, feeling his hot, ragged breath against your skin as he showered you with soft kisses, driving your hips forward to deepen the connection. It was too much; your climax finally crashed over you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as you held onto him tightly, your body clenching around him. Jason groaned, his movements becoming wilder as he was carried over the edge by the intensity of your release. He buried his face in your neck, fingers gripping your hair as his body trembled, delivering a few final thrusts before collapsing on top of you with a shaky sigh.

You closed your eyes, giggling as he peppered your jaw and then your lips with kisses. He slipped out of you, and you scooted over to make room for him to sit beside you. You watched as he disposed of the condom and headed to your bathroom. He was back in no time, his naked form gleaming with sweat, face flushed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"What's got you smiling?" he asked, a small grin playing on his lips. He settled down on the bed, running his hand over your thigh.

"That was amazing, Jase," you said, and he chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss.

"You feeling weird now or are we cool?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice. You smiled softly.

"We're good. We could be friends with benefits, right? I hear some folks actually pull that off."

"Yeah," he smiled at you, twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers. "So, does that mean we're gonna do this again sometime?"

"You were the one talking about all the lessons you had in store for me," you teased, and he chuckled softly.

"Okay. It's a deal, then," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, making you giggle. "But hey, we better get dressed before your brother or your folks come back home. Pretty sure they wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how we spent our afternoon."

You burst into laughter, sitting up on the bed and rummaging for your clothes. As you watched Jason get dressed, a grin spread across your face, thinking about how rough it would be to go back to those crappy dates after experiencing how amazing it felt to be with him.

You couldn't wait to see what else he had to teach you.

#metallica #metallica imagines #metallica headcannons #jason newsted #jason newsted headcannons #jason newsted x reader #jason newsted x you #jason newsted smut #metallica x reader #metallica x you #jason newsted fanfiction #metallica fanfiction #ada writes fanfiction

[dainty-fingertips]

I’m glad you request are back! Can you do sinister six x engineer reader and how they would individually spend time with you/ what activities? Thank you :)

EEUEURUUEU YESSSSSYESYES OFC

These fellas have gotta have some way to blow off steam. Everyone does, don’t they?

Recently, they’ve begun to ask you to join them in their recreation

By “ask” that usually means bothering you until you agree

Montana/Shocker enjoys treating himself to a nice dinner when he has free time

By nice I mean suits and dresses and aged wines and candles and jazz

“Order what you want, sweetheart. It’s aaaall on me.” Followed by a kiss on the knuckles

OH O H O U H H U y g hGDODDDD

HE DID IT HE DID IT HE DID UT HE KISSED HER HE PUT HOS LIPS ON HER HAND HER SKIN TOUCHED HIS MOUTH GUYS OMG GUYS GUYS WAIT GUYS

The entire dinner he can focus on nothing other than that

Alex O’Hirn/Rhino wasn’t really one to do much during his free time

Mostly because he didn’t know he actually had any until you brought it up,,

“W-Well, I don’t really…,,, er,,,,,”

“Alex.”

Thus began the habit of you having a bit of free time and sitting Alex down with you in the scarcely used break room

“So,, what do you like to do?”

“I like CRUSHIN’ SKULLS and ROBBIN’ BANKS and DOIN’ CRIME”

“Ok let’s try Netflix out for size”

Netflix works just fine

In fact, he discovers a love of cinema thanks to you

Tanks doll :)))

Adrian Toomes/Vulture is an old man who enjoys old man things like chess and painting

Know how to play? He’ll invite you to play with him

Don’t know how to play? He’ll invite you to play with him

Actually pro tip, please pretend like you have no idea of what you’re doing no matter what

It gives him the chance to be all caringly flirty while he teaches you how to play

“…And there, see? That wasn’t so hard.”

“Only because you’re a good teacher, haha. I think I might still need a few rounds of practice… would you mind?”

“Ooooh, not at all, my dear.”

When it comes to painting with him, my advice holds true

And let me tell you why,,,,,,

Just imagine: sitting in front of a canvas with a pallet, brush, and cup of water. Dr Toomes is behind you with one hand on your shoulder and the other carefully holding yours with the brush

He softly explains his technique to you in a voice astonishingly sweet, but he isn’t mansplaining. (At least, he’s not trying to.)

You feel his breath against your cheek and can’t help but smile as he begins guiding your hand to dress the canvas

I’m telling you bro,,,,,,,,, I’m beim deadass with you rn,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

ANYWAY UHH UH UH

Max Dillon/Electro is similar to Alex in the way that he never really considered recreational things to pass his free time!!

So you both agree to go on walks together to go grocery shopping when needed

Or when the weathers nice

Or when it’s nighttime

Or when it’s daytime

Or when you’re dressed for the occasion

Or when either of you want to go

(Often)

Typically, Max prefers nighttime!! He likes to go around with you without his mask on him in public and usually the best time for that is at night

Plus he’s like a walking lamp (as if there weren’t overhead street lights)

He, without fail, will carry every bag whenever you do end up actually grocery shopping

He wants to impress you

Let the poor guy have his moment

“Nope, I’ll take that.”

“Max,,, can you see to walk?”

“,,,,,,,, is Uber an option here”

Flint Marko/Sandman is a fan of working out!!

YOU TWO CAN BE WORKOUT BUDDIES AWWWWW

U can spot him while he deadlifts and bench presses to make sure he doesn’t die from the added weight now that you’re there

These boys like to show off ok

Let me just tell you that Flint Marko shirtless and sweaty is a sight to behold

And you, out of respect, try not to behold it so obviously

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock enjoys reading!!

By all means please join him in any way

You don’t have to read with him even just sitting with him and doing your own thing is by all means enough

PLEAAAAASE lean against him while you do whatever it is you’re doing

it’s very possible he might use the actuators and move you into his lap so that you both can read together whether you initially wanted to or not

“What are you reading?”

“Oh, the same as yesterday. Would you like to join me this time?”

“I was actually just about to ask, doc.”

YEAAAAAAH PLEASE SOEND TIME WITH THESE IDIOTS INDIVIDUALLY

#doc ock x reader #doc ock #doctor octopus x reader #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #x reader #the rhino x reader #the sandman x reader #electro x reader #the vulture x reader #adrian toomes x reader #max dillon x reader #alex o’hirn x reader #flint marko x reader #tssm #tssm x reader #the sinister six #the sinister six x reader #tssm sinister six #tssm engineer reader

[the-iron-shoulder]

Finally started playing the English version (fan translation) of Mother 3 for the first time a couple days ago. I’m on Chapter 5 (no spoilers for me please, but also be warned that i might spoil a detail or two since this is my post). I have a lot of feelings but I’m not sure what all of them are just yet. This is gonna be a little disjointed and stream-of-consciousness.

EarthBound was HUGELY formative to me growing up… it shouldn’t be surprising to me how much more refined M3 is versus EarthBound, but it really is. (And yet in so many ways, it also isn’t that much more refined? They’re so clearly related, even beyond the art and the music and stuff.)

EarthBound was super up-front about Giygas being your antagonist and Ness being specifically tasked with stopping it (wait, shit, is Giygas it/its or he/him or something else?), whereas M3 is a lot more coy about what’s actually going on (I mean, Fassad introducing Money And Television into a utopian commune pretty clearly marks him as Very Bad, to say nothing of the casual animal torture, but I doubt that he’s The Main Antagonist, and no one is saying anything about the party being uniquely responsible for stopping him or anything).

i like the fact that the narrative viewpoint keeps changing. That’s interesting so far.

i love Flint, he’s simply great, and I hope he joins the party again later. (I’m prepared to be disappointed on this but I’m still hopeful regardless.)

there does seem to be a little bit of casual racism that seems out of place? The whole “Ma[slur]” people seem a bit… eh, i feel like maybe tossing a slur into the name of the drag-queen-coded genderfucky inhuman demigods could maybe have been avoided, and i also feel like everything about Reggie could have used a little (read: a lot) more care. So that’s, you know, not great. Don’t love those parts.

tbh, so far i don’t see why Lucas is a pivotal character… i know he’s apparently the MC but it feels like there’s plenty of options for more interesting characters to have taken the lead role. Idk. Maybe he’ll be more interesting later.

i absolutely cannot get the hang of the rhythm battle thing (even when the enemy is asleep)… if i can get three hits, i can usually get a few more, but getting the combo to start at all (except through luck of button-mashing, which of course ends the combo on the second hit) is something i seriously struggle with. And i have a pretty decent sense of rhythm (i mean, I’ve only been playing drums for six and a half years now), but… it’s just starting the chain that trips me up.

it’s still very funny to me that the sprites are so much more involved and expressive than in EarthBound and yet Lucas and Kumatora (and most people tbh) have faces that are just :|

M3 somehow feels like less of a genre parody than EarthBound was, which is both good and bad. I guess i respect not wanting to just do the same thing over and over.

probably more later… still forming my thoughts.

#Mother 3 #mother 3 spoilers #mother series #earthbound

[thefiery-phoenix]

Hey, first off wanted to say I’m a huge fan of your work I’ve been reading ur work for a while and I’ve read your match ups, do you still do matchups for Harry Potter? If you are doing that here’s some info😭:

Looks: Indian, black wavy hair, 5’7, brown eyes with a hint of amber, unconventionally attractive face wise

Personality: very awkward and shy at first but later really loud and adventurous when u get to know me, sarcastic, sharp tounge, funny, smart, empathetic and sensitive, clueless and ditzy of what goes on around me, kind, ambitious

House: slytherin

Style: baggy clothes, streetwear,

Hobbies/pastimes: playing Roblox, reading books, tennis and skateboarding, listening to music,

Ps—>Ik this is a random match up but pleaseeee don’t match me up with Tom riddle I’ll take anyone with him, no offense to him but he’s scary especially since he’ll be Voldemort 💀

Yep, I'm still open for matchups and thank you for liking my work, I really appreciate your kind words a lot, I feel honored you take the time to read my nonsensical work lol. And don't worry, your plea has been answered, I ain't too fond of Moldy Voldy too lol. I'd ship you with...Oliver Wood

Oliver here as a yandere would be caring but not to mention incredibly possessive, clingy and EXTREMELY competitive and obsessive of you as well. He's actually humble about his talents and stuff but when you're around, he can't help but show off a bit for you since he does need to impress you after all. He hopes you fall in love with him after watching him play Quidditch. And he's as serious as making you only his no matter what, just like how he's serious about Quidditch 

You could be from a different house and be on the Quidditch team of another house but he just sees this as a way to prove himself to you that he's worthy of your love and affection, he's driven by you to win. It's like you're his source and ray of inspiration, a pillar of strength for him, always pushing him to do better and do his best. Of course, when he shows off too much around you the other members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team are ready to call him out on his behavior much to the amusement of everyone else there and to the embarrassment of Oliver. "Oh, Oliver, is that Y/N I see?" asked Fred in a sing song teasing voice and Oliver tried to quickly look around to where you were and when you flashed him a smile from the stands, he could swear on Merlin that his heart did a somersault 

The others started snickering after seeing Oliver's furious blush and who did he think he was fooling? No one was buying the 'I barely even noticed them' nonsense. "They look good don't they?" teased George and Oliver replied in a dreamy way with a small smile on his face "They look good every day... wait... what? HEY! Focus on the match, we need to beat Slytherin today at any cost no matter what!" he turned firm and strict again, making sure his team mates trained hard to beat Slytherin no matter what. His hatred for Slytherin didn't just stop at Quidditch, it just became more stronger when he saw Marcus Flint, the Slytherin's Quidditch team captain talking with you about something

He didn't know why as soon as he saw that sight he felt like either punching him in the face and sending him to the hospital wing or hexing him, a hex involving something about him not being able to use his mouth or tongue anymore to talk with you. He didn't know why he felt so bad, bitter and a mix and storm of emotions flurry inside him. Ranging from rage, anger to resentment and fear. The fear of losing you, for someone like him. No, he would not allow it. He would NEVER allow it, never in a million years, He can even lose in Quidditch, there's always a next time to win but he just can't afford to lose you under any circumstances

"Is he bothering you Y/N?' asked Oliver as he suddenly rushed to your side and distanced you from Flint. Flint scowled and you smiled and replied "No Oliver it's all right, he was just asking me about the homework we received from Potions by Professor Snape. I do have to admit, writing a 5000 word essay based on Potions all around the world and it's effects is quite difficult'' and Oliver immediately needed to get you away from Flint. He didn't like you spending time with him and besides, he could deal with him later on. "Would you like to watch me practice if it's not too much of a hassle? I really look forward to seeing you there'' and you smiled and told him you'd come with him saying bye to Flint 

It took him all his restraint not to punch Flint for flirting with you after the practice was done. He wasn't mad at you, of course not. He could never be mad at you, in his eyes you're literal perfection, the definition of a god/ goddess who could do no wrong. Even if you do end up doing something wrong at some point in your life, he will find a hundred different to justify your actions. He'll do his best to keep other guys away from you. Will he stalk you? Well, he prefers to call it 'looking out for you' after all, not everyone at Hogwarts is to be trusted like the Slytherin Quidditch team or Roger Davies for that matter, the irritating hindrance between you both 

Oliver is also very protective and a fussy yandere when it comes to you. He treats even the slightest of the scratches like a flesh wound by someone who stabbed you or something. If at all you do get hurt during Quidditch, he'll make you rest, he doesn't want you playing or doing anything when you're injured. He'll drop everything and rush to you, after making sure you're all right he'll carry you bridal style to the Hospital wing for a checkup by Madam Pomfrey just to make sure you aren't really injured. However if someone deliberately injures you, he isn't going to go easy on them. Not only will be make them suffer the humiliation of losing to him and his team at Quidditch, but he'll also break a few bones and send them packing to the Hospital wing, and a few hexes and jinxes won't really go amiss either 

If you keep getting injured or flirted with by people, he'll grow anxious for your safety and after feeling slightly insecure, he'll have to kidnap you to save you from all those scumbags. It's for your own good darling, just trust him he'll take care of everything for you

#yandere matchups #yandere oliver wood #yandere oliver wood matchups #yandere x reader matchups #yandere harry potter matchups #yandere harry potter x reader matchups #yandere harry potter scenarios #yandere harry potter imagines #yandere harry potter characters #yandere harry potter x reader #yandere harry potter

[polina-me]

I have a question for you. I was reading a comic of Papernik Donald Duck aka Duck Avenger, and thought to myself, what if there was a Superhero Au. What do you think?

Okay, sorry I didn't answer for so long, but I hope the result was worth your patience

Let's start with Jose and Panchito:

Panchito:

I like Dolor!AU from @ch3shire-rabbit , buuuuuuuuuuuut...

I added a little to this image and slightly adjusted it my AU

There won't be many changes, I'll just add:

The colors will become natural black, even the sombrero will be black

A bright red scarf will be tightened around as neck, as well as white patterns on clothes and sombrero

Our favorite black mask will be on the face, because of which Panchito's eyes will be white

And the shirt will be buttoned with white buttons

And the white gloves, maybe black idk

Of the weapons will be two of his faithful revolvers and lasso on his belt

Pistoles — is his superhero name

Jose:

I noticed that when it comes to Jose, he always look like Batman

But in my worldview and AU, Jose is a sorcerer

Black jacket, white shirt, purple stone sewn on the place where the tie should be

Dark blue trousers, strict dark gray shoes

And finally, so that no one would recognize him —

A black hood covering the entire face, expect for the beak and two white eyes

The usual umbrella was replaced with a black cane, with gold patterns and a tip, and a purple round stone on the handle

From a weapon... Magic, is it logical?

Now about the AU itself:

Let's start with the fact that the tower with Uno will not be among Duckburg, but somewhere on the edge of America, so that the heros are closer in the middle of the world, so to speak

Gyro will work there, because, lol, this is so high-tech tower, one Donald will be enough for that, right?

Gizmoduck and Darkwing with a Launchpad will also hang out in the tower, like, ther a heroes, heroes are needed everywhere

Why is Launchpad also in tower? Well, what kind of Darkwing without its Launchpad?

And yet, someone must know the identities of all heroes

In addition Donald, he has a strict taboo about his personality, for which Fenton respects him

Now about hitting the tower:

As for Gizmoduck and Darkwing, Uno will just hack their devices and they will head to the tower

And The Three Caballeros? The same thing, only they will ALREADY be in the tower

What the fuck are they doing there? I'll tell you now

Ludwig told Scrooge that his friend had decided to retire from the scientist to the temple. And that's why he sells all his inventions

Scrooge is interested and decided to buy something too

What was his surprise when he found out that the Duckler Tower costs only 25 bucks?

And he buy it! There's no good to be lost, right?

I mean, who wants a super smart tower to go to Flint or Rockerduck?

Well, there is a tower, but where are the staff?

This is where our sweet boys meets)

Scrooge hired Donald mainly because he felt sorry for him (and also because he always wanted to know where his beloved nephew was) and he's like:

"Donald, you don't have a job all the time and you don't have a money for your life, so I got you a job and you will work for me"

Donald: Uncle Scrooge, what the-

Panchito and Jose were accepted because they were able to make a good impression on Scrooge

Jose works as a greeter, manager, and also spends a lot of time in the hall and a little as an elevator operator

Panchito sings in the lobby, chats with visitors, but unlike Jose, he does not indicate the direction where anyone needs, so he either sends them while to Jose right away, or entertains them while they waiting for Jose

And Donald? Donald is just doing all "dirty" work

(Didn't I tell you that the tower looks like a hotel + canon version?)

Fan-fact!:

Donald has to live in same house with Jose and Panchito so he is not late (+he is far from his children)

So he is a harsh and evil hero with experience)

#the three caballeros #three gay caballeros #three caballeros #panchito #panchito pistoles #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #donald duck #jose carioca #paperinik #duck avenger #uno #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell cabrera #gizmoduck #drake mallard #darkwing duck #launchpad mcquack

[witchthewriter]

 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

🌿ENTP 🍁Slytherin 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Sagittarius Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aries Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ You weren’t a fan of port. It meant leaving the ship and interacting with other ... people. 

⭑ The noises, the smells, people not moving out of your way. It drove you crazy. 

⭑ But that was where you met John, on the island of Nassau. 

⭑ He had become well-known throughout the plundering community. He was respected amongst his crew and worked well with Captain Flint. Their relationship created an almost impregnable barrier against enemies.

⭑ You were fearsome in your own right. 

⭑ You were born on a pirate ship; your mother the Captain and your father the First Mate. 

⭑ You carried a legacy. One that had been started by your parents, and as they had no other children, you had the sole responsibility. 

⭑ Luckily enough, the pirate life was for you. 

⭑ Although it was a difficult life - having people rely on you, you had grown up with it. Gotten used to it. Your mother died 10 years ago, your father not long after that. They were in love. 

⭑ Love ... they were the only representatives of true love. 

⭑ You didn’t think much about that. Much about finding a partner. You just wanted a good crew. Men and women you could rely on. Loyal. But they had to be loyal to a fault. 

⭑ And they were - 

⭑ Anyone who double-crossed you, or sold you out... well... they lost their tongue, and fingers. 

⭑ You didn’t like it; the savagery of it all. 

⭑ But it was the life you knew. 

⭑ John was a surprise though

⭑ And surprises didn’t go well with your line of work

⭑ You didn’t like him at first. There was an air of arrogance when you first met. But you had mistaken what it actually was; a barrier. A wall against another potential enemy.

⭑ Now, after 3 years of marriage, John still has moments of arrogancy. 

⭑ You lived relatively rich lives. The gold and jewels you had found funded a comfortable life.

⭑ It was away from the prying eyes of pirates, but not too far from civilization

⭑ It was just you two. And it had taken John a bit of getting used to. Well, as did you.

⭑ You still wanted to live part of your life at sea. And John was completely okay with that

⭑ But you were never gone for long though 

⭑ Although he was an awful cook when he stumbled into Flint’s crew, he’s actually developed his culinary skills and is great at whipping up an easy meal

⭑ Probably have a pet of some kind

⭑ Although John said it was nothing but another mouth to feed. But you couldn’t resist 

⭑ Most days John feels cold, even in the heat, he’ll feel the slightest chill in the air and wrap up

⭑ You like to trace to the scars on his body, and he shivers 

⭑ He never forgets your birthday, even though he doesn’t know his. He picks a random day every year 

⭑ Likes to hear you breathing while sleeping next to him 

⭑ Hums a lot. While bathing, tidying up, while doing yard work. He likes to sing too

⭑ You have hidden weapons around the property

⭑ And you both always have a gun and a knife on your person

⭑ Likes it when you braid his hair

⭑ And you give him haircuts

⭑ You absolutely adore his curly hair

⭑ Some days his leg hurts so badly that he has to lay in bed. You bring him tinctures and teas to ease the pain 

⭑ He doesn’t know what he’d do without you 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Wondrous Love by Bear McCreary

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ Himbo Wife Energy 

  ✧ Bastard (John) x Likes The Bastard And Is Mad About It (You)

  ✧ Just A Hook Up > Crew Members > Friends > Lovers > Married

  NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Oh he does love to be dominated. Without a doubt. 

⭑ He’d happily lay there as his wrists and legs are tied, completely at your mercy. 

⭑ Has both Mummy and Daddy issues... he likes to be coddled and told what to do

⭑ Likes to be pegged, but only if you call him a “good boy” 

⭑ When kinks/fetishes aren’t involved. Then the sex is very intimate and passionate. 

⭑ John won’t stop looking into your eyes, trying to capture some part of your soul and merge it with his. 

⭑ His movements are slow and deep, hitting parts of you that you thought you weren’t able to feel

⭑ John’s strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly; all he wants is to show you how deeply he feels. These moments aren’t rare, but neither are they common

⭑ He’s very good at foreplay, and his seduction techniques are otherwordly

⭑ He can turn you into jelly by the way he kisses your neck

⭑ His hands are large, and when he fingers you,  you whimper shamelessly

⭑ Loves nibbling on your ear lobe 

⭑ Gets out of trouble by whispering sinful things in your ear

#black sails #black sails headcanons #long john silver #long john silver headcanons #john silver headcanons #pirate headcanons #long john silver x reader #long john silver x you #black sails x reader #black sails imagine #black sails fanfiction #long john silver fanfiction #witchthewriter #headcanons #pirates #reader insert #fanfiction #god i love this show

[chocolatepot]

do you think the extend of good storytelling is by how gay it is, and how much shipping fanart can be produced from it? and yes bonnet was a massive racist and slave owner this isn't news

a1) I said nothing about good storytelling. Someone in the notes on that post complained about OFMD getting the fandom and hype that Black Sails didn't; I pointed out that fun + queer joy = fannish engagement. It sounds like you should go berate them for caring about not getting Hamilton/Flint fanart!

a2) As someone who actively likes reading, watching, and writing romances, yes, I do think that fiction with well-written and well-acted romance is more appealing than fiction where that's a super minor note.

b1) It seems like you don't understand historical fiction? The real Stede Bonnet was a slaveholder. The character named Stede Bonnet written by David Jenkins & co. isn't. Having an issue with that isn't exactly baseless, but for moral consistency you have a LOT of other fiction to object to as well, so you should get on with that to make it clear that this has nothing to do with being mad about one pirate show being more widely loved than another.

b2) You probably shouldn't rest your "down with OFMD, up with Black Sails" rhetoric on moral grounds, because all the characters in Black Sails are also pirates, and the real people many of them were based on (such as Charles Vane, Blackbeard, etc.) were rapists and murderers. Even on the show itself, one of these has his men gang-rape a main character.

If you just hate OFMD, that's mystifying to me but totally valid. If you hate OFMD and want to seize on an objective reason to declare the show to be Objectively Immoral and all its fans to be Bad People, that's childish behavior and you should really put your energy into creating the kind of fic or art you want to see for Black Sails instead.

#well this got long #but it was enjoyable to write #I actually don't hate Black Sails! #I just got queerbaited by the fandom #it's moderately funny to me that this stupid poll - which Flint is WINNING anyway - has unleashed so much resentment #I went looking for Hamilton/Flint fic once and there was hardly anything #I would write it myself but I'm having too much fun in OFMD now #and besides I can't genderbend it because the canon is too serious and historical #ofmd #black sails #anon

[theglasscat]

20 Questions for Writers

Tagged by @jennyandvastraflint

I love these things because I love talking about fan-fic

1. How many works do you have on A03?

I have 45.

2. What is your A03 word count?

162, 874. Jesus only that?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Doctor Who but specifically The Paternoster Gange sub-fandom, Oz books, Steven Universe, The Owl House, The Dark Crystal extended universe. In high school I was really into Hellboy II.

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

1. In the Night We Trust ~ It was a week out from Eda's Requiem and I'm from SU fandom so I was shocked that there was yet to be smut about the two pining grown ass adults and apparently other fans felt this way too.

2. I Thought Maybe We Would Kiss Tonight ~ This one is also horny and about the same characters so the Kudos tracks.

3. Words - My Vastra/Jenny soulmate au. Good. I'm proud of this one.

4. Blankets ~ This one??? The first time I tried to write using my senses.

5. Courting Miss Flint ~ THIS ONE??? I had a crush on a friend in college and didn't know how to act on it. This story about violently anxious women is never going to be finished.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes, if there's enough to reply to. "Nice work!" I'll forget about probably even though I appreciate it, however "I like how you blah blah blah" will get something from me because I love talking process.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uuuuhhhh. Of the ones I like, We Speak Our Vows and Sorry Whispers which is the Tavronica wedding fic.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Blackberry Stone will be I just need to finish it I swear I will finish it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

If I have I am not aware of it. At the time of my life when it would have hurt me the most I was oblivious to it and now it's just like "whatever, I'm not in charge of other people's feelings". On a side note this morning I realized I react to the word "cringe" in much the same vein as those tiktoks about Americans unable to take British gangsters with any seriousness.

9. Do you write smut? If so which kind?

Yes but I don't post as much as I'd like. I don't like to post smut for the sake of it even if I love when others do. I need it to be in character and have something to say about the characters.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest crossover you've ever written?

In general I despise reading crossovers. I will almost always skip unless I really like the author or I'm desperate for more of a character or rare pair.

By most insane do you mean meticulous like my Gentleman Jack/Doctor Who crossover "Never Meet Your Heroes" in which BBC's singular blue waistcoat for leading Victorian lesbians gets referenced?

Or least likely to crossover as in Wonder Woman 2017 and Pat Gang fic in which Etta gets some sword advice from some local spinsters on the eve of The Great War. It's called "Protect it With Your Life".

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, but I wouldn't be surprised if my work has been farmed to sit in the belly of some great AI beast somewhere.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of. If it has I can't think of the example at the moment.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I feel if I did I would just tweak the co-author's grammar and characterization and do nothing else. I take so long to write my own fic, I couldn't be accountable to handle another's work in a timely fashion.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

AU Dorzma. The rest are tardigrades being subjected to various violent science experiments.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Vastra/Jenny laundromat AU. I'm better at Victorian commentary than contemporary commentary.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Sensory writing. Keeping things in character.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Starting with a plot instead of a feeling

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't do this really but I'm a fan of using the << >>

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Coin toss for the original Oz books or Syfy's Tin Man (2007) when I was 13. Both were Scarecrow/Patchwork Girl.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I Keep My Hands, 'Til You Come Into the Water ~ Missing Tavra and Onica and Tae scenes from J.M. Lee's The Dark Crystal Flames of Resistance which is so hyper specific but this is the one I like the most. It came out as I envisioned and wanted it with hardly any typos.

Tagging: @jeejyboard @ragdoll-ren @leiathewarrior @spaceuber @nabatute and anyone else who'd like to do this and of course you don't have to if you don't want to.

#long post #my fic

[satansapostle6]

folie à deux

Sometimes poison is sweet.

Selina Romanov and Draco Malfoy met when they were only eleven years old. The two of them have always shared an intense bond, always having gravitated towards one another. But the question still remains, as the years pass by, is their connection one of passion, or delusion?

Warnings: Contains Mature Themes/Language, Themes Such As Sexual Content, Violence, Abuse, Sexual Assault, Eating Disorders

Fourteen.

It had been a week since the verdict of Marcus Flint's disciplinary hearing had been announced. Selina had been silently miserable the entire time, not really crying or screaming anymore, but not laughing or smiling much, either. She hadn't spoken to her Uncle Igor much since the hearing, and had no idea whether he would be able to successfully become her legal guardian. Jasper and Amana both stayed by Selina's side as much as they could, both devastated by the outcome of the hearing. None of them had spoken to or even looked at Elspeth since. Selina was of course still enraged by the school board's refusal to expel Flint, but was at least relieved by the fact that she no longer had to see him on Hogwarts grounds. At least, she thought, she had been granted that one source of relief. Spring was coming, but Selina was hardly in a spring sort of mood. Draco had also seemed particularly bitter following the outcome of the hearing. Although he and Jasper had been at odds ever since their fight in the corridor, the two of them had since calmed down in their own respective efforts to keep it together for Selina. 

But Selina was completely withdrawn at this point; she had been for a while. Nothing that had happened all term had really affected her the way it would have, whether it be positive or negative. Selina had been indifferent toward her own birthday, as well as her becoming Slytherin's team captain, in addition to escaped murderer Sirius Black being spotted, which almost led to an evacuation of the school. Selina was completely numb to the world, not having anything to offer anyone. Joy was lost on her, and she hadn't smiled much since. Jasper Carroll had done everything he could think of in an attempt to make her laugh, or even smile, but still, nothing had come of it.

Jasper and Selina were sitting alone in his dorm room after their lessons that day, silently reading through their textbooks, hoping to at least accomplish some preparations for their finals as long as they were both feeling miserable and antisocial. Selina had been looking through her Care of Magical Creatures textbook laid out on the bed, ignoring the tapping feeling on her ring for hours. Sighed aloud, she peeled off her silver ring and tossed it across the bed, forcing herself to focus. 

  "What is it?" her boyfriend looked up from his studies, brows furrowed. "Draco?"

  "Yeah, he keeps nudging the ring," she mumbled, not looking up. 

  "Is he alright?" Jasper asked passively, half-feigning his concern for Draco Malfoy's wellbeing.

  "Probably. I think he's with the boys, he probably wants us to come down," she muttered absentmindedly.

He thought for a moment, genuinely considering their options. 

  "Why don't we just go see what he wants?" he suggested, sounding surprisingly enthusiastic.

  "Why, I don't remember you being Draco's biggest fan?" Selina frowned, finally looking up from her work.

  "No, I'm not," Jasper remarked bluntly, "But you haven't even talked to anyone who isn't me or Amana in days. You should talk to your friends."

  "My 'friends'? You hate them," she pointed out.

  "I do," he admitted readily, "But, hey, they backed you up at the hearing, didn't they? And you could use a break, we've been studying for hours. You deserve it."

  "You're right about that," she nodded. "Alright. Fine. Let's go find them."

  "Good. Maybe we'll even have fun," Jasper said hopefully. 

  "Really? You, and Draco, fun?" she said dryly.

  Jasper thought about what she said. "Okay,

maybe I was being optimistic."

  "That's what I thought," she nodded, slamming her aggressive textbook shut.

Selina and Jasper searched for Draco and the other Slytherin boys, discovering the disturbing sight of a fully uniformly executioner in the courtyard.

  "Who the hell is that?" Jasper whispered as they awkwardly hurried past.

  "Walden Macnair," Selina murmured, glaring in his direction as Jasper chivalrously ushered her past. "He works at the Ministry as an executioner. He's insane."

  "What's he doing here?" he questioned, scanning Selina's features for answers. "...No. It's today?"

  "Yeah," she nodded, unable to take her eyes off of Macnair. "They're executing Buckbeak today."

  "That's terrible," Jasper breathed, feeling horrible for Hagrid. "Maybe we should pay Hagrid a visit..."

  "That's not a bad idea," Selina considered worriedly. 

They eventually found the boys, lurking about the grounds. Draco was standing around loitering with Crabbe and Goyle, as well as Theodore Nott. They seemed to all be relishing in the ordeal Draco had caused. 

  "Draco," Selina said without enthusiasm.

He looked up to see her, looking pleased that she'd actually showed up after hours of his hounding. 

  "Sel. Carroll," he beamed, "Care to watch the execution with us?"

  "'Execution'? It's a bird," she reasoned, "God, you're all idiots."

  "Come on, Sel, lighten up!" Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes, "It's free entertainment!"

Selina looked up to Jasper for guidance, only receiving an eager, encouraging nod in response.

  "Can I have a word?" she scowled impatiently.

  "Yeah, sure— Ow!" Draco exclaimed as she pulled him by the ear.

Nott and the others laughed, enjoying the sight of their friend being manhandled.

  "You told me you'd write to your father," Selina snapped. 

  Draco glanced back at his friends, hoping they overheard nothing. "Yeah, we'll, you know what usually happens when I try to argue with him!"

  "So this is it, then?" she groaned. "They're going to execute a bird like a war criminal, and that's just fine with you?"

  "What do you suggest I do, throw myself in front of Macnair?" Draco questioned. "Have you seen Macnair? He'd probably eat me!"

  "Yeah, well, you'd deserve it," Selina remarked out of frustration.

She sighed exhaustedly, briefly thinking to herself that she had no control over anything important before she scolded herself for giving into her thoughts. 

  "Hey. I tried, I really did," Draco tried to convince her. "There was nothing I could do."

  "Yeah. You're right about that," she agreed, unable to add anything else to that thought. 

Selina crossed her arms as she stood there silently, unable to redirect the conversation. 

  "Hey. How have you been doing?" Draco cocked his head at her. "I feel like we haven't spoken at all."

  "I haven't spoken at all," she corrected him bitterly. 

  "What's wrong?" he asked her, not knowing what else to say.

  "Nothing new," Selina shrugged, "Just... more of the same. You know?" she asked.

  Draco nodded, the answer making perfect sense to him given her current circumstances. "Yeah," he accepted the answer as they walked toward the others.

Crabbe, Goyle, and Theodore were all continuing to laugh at what was about to happen, thoroughly enjoying themselves. 

  "How far do you think the head will roll?" Theo asked with a chuckle. "I'll bet you ten sickles it'll roll down the hill."

  "I'll bet you twelve the giant oaf cries!" Vincent Crabbe cackled with laughter. 

Selina raised an eyebrow at Draco, picking up on a hint of discomfort as he considered what was happening. 

  "What do you think they do with the bird once they're done?" Goyle wondered. "Do you think they keep it? To eat, or something?"

Everyone, including Crabbe and Theo, all gave him strange looks. 

  "What did I tell you? Father said I can keep the Hippogriff's head. I think I'll donate it to the Gryffindor common room," Draco thought snidely, satisfied with himself as his friends laughed along.

Jasper Carroll only seemed annoyed by the comment. 

  "Wicked!" Theodore exclaimed excitedly. 

  Crabbe turned to the castle, a goofy grin appearing on his face. "Look who's here!"

Jasper and Selina knowingly exchanged looks, worried about what might unfold.

  "Ah, come to see the show?" Draco laughed cheerfully.

From that moment on, Jasper and Selina distanced themselves from his behavior entirely. 

  "This is going to end well," Jasper muttered under his breath, bracing himself as he cleared his throat. 

  "You!" Hermione Granger exclaimed, drawing her wand at Draco. "You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!"

This was about what Jasper and Selina had both been expecting. Draco, Goyle, and Nott were all terrified, despite their best efforts to remain composed. 

  "Hermione, no, it's not worth it!" Ron Weasley protested fearfully. 

Goyle and Nott did nothing at all to help as Draco whimpered and sniveled, silently praying that she wouldn't hurt him. He certainly looked pathetic, as if he were about to be in tears. Selina drew her wand instinctively, pointing it straight at Hermione. The two of them had never really spoken before, but until now, there had never even been any particular reason for bad blood between them. 

  "Selina..." Jasper watched her nervously, trying his best to make sure she was safe before anyone else. 

  "You curse him, Granger, and I'll blow your head off," Selina warned her calmly. 

Gregory Goyle and Theodore Nott both cowered behind Selina, begging her to protect them. Hermione glared at her, weighing her options thoughtfully. She slowly retreated, putting her wand away as she decided to simply walk away. Satisfied, Selina Romanov also pocketed her wand. Draco seemed surprised, and relieved, as she decided not to hurt him after all. However, he didn't seem to have learned his lesson at all.

  "Filthy little Mudblood," he muttered, causing her to whip around and punch him in the face before anyone could say anything else. 

Draco and the boys immediately panicked, running away from her. Draco Malfoy threatened the other two, urging them not to tell anyone that he'd been punched in the face by Hermione Granger, of all people. Jasper stopped before he  ran off with them.

  "I'm sorry," he quickly apologized to Hermione, 

deciding, in spite of his opinion of him, that it would be prudent of him to leave to check on Draco, at least physically. 

Only Selina remained, coolly eyeing Hermione as she stood there. Hermione naturally expected a rude curse of some sort from her, or at the very least a vengeful glare, but received only a curt nod as Selina ran off to find the others. 

  "That vicious little bitch! I think my nose is broken!" Draco complained as Jasper took a look. 

  "Well, it's definitely bleeding, but I think you'll be fine, mate," Jasper told him as he examined him in the corridor, unamused. 

  "Don't tell me I'm going to be fine!" Draco complained. "My face is ruined! Can you imagine?!"

  "Yes," Jasper said through gritted teeth as his patience slowly dwindled, "I can."

  "Okay," Selina sighed, "I think Draco owes them an apology, for being a demented little fuck, so he's coming with me," she concluded, eliciting an angry look from him.

  "As if! I'm not apologizing to anyone!"

  "Yes, you are," Selina insisted, "Because I know it'll humiliate you. Jas. You coming?" 

  "I don't want any part in that," he assured her. "I'll be right here," he stated, reluctantly remaining behind with the others. 

  "Alright," Selina sighed, turning to Draco, who only had a bit of blood still somewhat dripping from his nose, "Let's go."

He screamed at Selina like a child throwing a fit in a store as she dragged him off towards Hagrid's hut. The two of them eventually found Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley, none of whom seemed particularly excited to see see them. 

  "What do you want?" Ron demanded.

His friends seemed equally on edge.

  "We didn't come here to pick a fight," Selina told them, shoving Draco towards them. "I just... thought I'd apologize. For his behavior, and for the whole Buckbeak thing."

Ron and Hermione both glared at them spitefully, while Harry seemed more skeptical than anything. 

  "Look, you probably don't want to believe me, which is fine, but for the record, I never thought any of this should happen," Selina offered passively, "I told Draco to try and convince his father not to continue with this, and he did. But Lucius wouldn't listen."

The three Gryffindors seemed surprised by this, unsure of what was the appropriate response. 

  "Really?" Hermione glowered at Draco. "You tried to save Buckbeak?"

  "What, you think I care if that bloody thing lives or dies?" he snapped.

  "Oh. So you just had to put on a show for your friends, is that it?" Ron demanded.

Draco was about to retaliate, before Selina stuck out her arm in front of him to bar him. 

  "Anyways. I thought you ought to know," Selina said flatly. 

  "That's—Thanks," Harry Potter considered with a courteous nod, not sure how exactly to feel. 

  "Yeah, no problem," Selina continued, as Draco stood beside her dramatically emphasizing his movements as he rolled his eyes. "I was just gonna ask... how's Hagrid?" she wondered. 

To her surprise, Hermione was willing to supply an answer. 

  "He's fine, I think. Just devastated," she replied sadly. "Thank you for asking, I guess."

  "Do you think I could come with you?" Selina asked them hopefully. "Hagrid was always nice to me. I thought I'd keep him company."

  "That's what we were doing," Harry remarked cautiously, not expecting her to care about their friend's feelings. "I suppose you could come."

  "Alright, I'm out of here," Draco rolled his eyes as he wandered off, before Selina could stop him.

  "Thanks," she nodded kindly, walking alongside them, "I appreciate it."

Ron and Hermione walked ahead of them toward Hagrid's, clearly not willing to converse with Selina. She and Harry were stuck walking behind them, walking together in that they were headed toward the same destination, but separately in that they both felt too awkward to walk next to one another. Harry felt incredibly uncomfortable, desperately trying to ease the tension with casual conversation, seeing as Selina had demonstrated an amicable attitude so far, seeming more sympathetic than Draco and the others. 

  "So you really convinced him? Malfoy?" he asked suddenly.

  Selina nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

  "...No reason," Harry shrugged. "Just never thought Malfoy would ever try to do something good."

  "He definitely needs to be pushed," she offered. "But, I don't know, he's capable."

  "I'm sure he is," Harry responded sarcastically as they walked.

  "You can judge me for being his friend, I really don't mind," Selina assured him. 

He was somewhat taken aback by her self- awareness. 

  "I know he's not a good person."

  "Then, why do you like him?" Harry Potter dove into the real questions he'd been itching to ask.

  "He's my friend. He's like family to me," she said simply. "Yeah, he's not great, but he's there when I need him. I can't say the same for many people."

  "Yeah. I guess I see your point," Harry admitted, no longer argumentative toward the subject. 

  "I know he's an arsehole to you, and your friends," Selina told him candidly. "I am sorry about that. It gets pretty fucked up."

  "You don't have to apologize for him," Harry said immediately. "He makes his own choices."

  "Yeah," she nodded, walking beside him.

  "But so do you," he reasoned.

  "I do," she said, "Draco knows how I feel about things. I tell him when he does something he knows his wrong, the same way he still chooses to do it."

  "So why stay friends with him?" Harry asked. "He's done so many things."

  "So have I," she reasoned.

  "Maybe, I mean, I don't know you very well, but you're definitely not as bad as Malfoy," he told her.

  "I'm not much better sometimes," Selina confessed, standing with the other three at Hagrid's doorstep.

  "Hello, you three," he answered rhe door sniffling, "And Selina. Hello," Hagrid said with surprise: 

  "Hi, Hagrid. Just wanted to see how you were doing," Harry informed him. "So did Selina."

He looked back at her, sharing a private, wordless conversation with her as she nodded in appreciation.

  "That's right kind of you all, it really is," Hagrid nodded gratefully, smiling softly. "Well, come on in, I just put on a pot of tea."

The four of them sat down with Hagrid at his table, sadly gathered before the execution. 

  "Why can't we just set him free?" Harry asked him, desperate for a solution.

  "They'd know it was me," Hagrid said with defeat in his tone, "And then Dumbledore would get into trouble. He's coming down, Dumbledore. Says he wants to be with me when they... When it happens," he tried to cheerfully provide a euphemism.

Selina frowned empathetically. 

  "Great man, Dumbledore."

  "We'll stay with you, too," Selina decided with determination, earning nods of agreement from the others. 

  "You'll do no such thing!" Hagrid told her, aghast. "Sweet of you to offer, but I can't let you. Think I want you seeing something like that? No," he shook his head in horror.

Harry also seemed determined to support his friend.

  "You just drink your tea and be off. Oh. And before you do..."

Hagrid stood, opening a container to reveal a small animal.

  "Scabbers! You're alive!" Ron Weasley accepted his pet rat with relief.

  "Keep a closer eye on your pets, Ron," Hagrid reminded him.

  "I think you owe someone an apology," Hermione scowled at this new development.

Harry and Selina were both growing bored of this conversation that no longer included them, looking around out the window at nothing.

  "I think it's almost curfew," Selina murmured, doing her best to entertain.

  "Yeah," Harry realized, equally distracted.

An argument broke out between Ron and Hermione, just as a loud crash interrupted Selina's train of thought. Something had flew straight through Hagrid's open window, cracking open a vase.

  "Blimey! What was that?" 

Hagrid was bewildered. Hermione inspected the large pebble that had somehow flown through the window, as Harry took a look out the window. 

  "Hagrid!" Hermione exclaimed, realizing that Macnair, the Minister, and Professor Dumbledore were all moments from approaching Hagrid's. 

  "Oh, crikey," he murmured to himself, now seeing them coming. "It's late! It's nearly dark, you shouldn't be here! Someone sees you outside this time of night, you'll be in big trouble! Particularly you, Harry."

Hagrid hastily threw a blanket over the creature he'd been hiding in the corner, as Dumbledore and the others knocked loudly on the door.

  "Be with you in a moment!" Hagrid called pleasantly, hiding the panic in his voice as best as he could.

  "Quick... Quick!" he rushed them all out the back door.

Selina went along with the others, carefully glancing over at Fudge.

  "Hagrid..." Harry began, not knowing what to say to comfort him. "It'll be fine. It'll be okay."

  "Go, go!" Hagrid whispered, genuine fear in his eyes as they ran off behind the giant pumpkins in the garden.

Selina ran behind Harry as they dove down, careful not to be seen by anyone. The two of them exchanged worried looks, realizing that they had multiple problems on their hands. Selina watched from behind the pumpkins as Professor Dumbledore seemed to be distracting Cornelius Fudge with all sorts of random facts and thoughts, almost as if he had some sort of agenda. 

Before Selina could weigh the options, the sound of crackling branches and twigs behind them startled her. The four of them turned around, currently terrified. 

  "What?" Ron questioned worriedly.

  "I thought I just saw... Never mind," Hermione trailed off. 

  "Let's go!" Harry whispered, no longer wanting to risk being caught outside.

They all ran up the hill, watching as the events at Hagrid's hut began to unfold from a safe distance. 

  "Oh, no," Hermione Granger murmured sadly, watching as they all saw Macnair raise his scythe. 

He slowly lifted it into the air, bringing it down swiftly as a loud thump followed. Selina's eyes filled with tears as she watched, unable to do anything at all. She froze beside the others, witnessing the horrific event in silence as Hermione tearfully hugged Ron, as Harry joined them regretfully. Selina just stood there silently, lost in her own thoughts until she heard Ron yell.

  "He bit me!" Ron exclaimed, clutching a bleeding finger as he watched his rat run away.

  "Ron. Ron!" 

Harry and Hermione both called after him in a panic as he chased after the rodent. Selina watched in confusion, unsure of what to even do now. The rat seemed to run towards the Whomping Willow, which Selina automatically recognized was a huge problem. 

  "Harry, do you realize what tree this is?" Hermione asked.

  "That's not good," he responded.

  "No, it's not," Selina stared.

  "Ron, run!" Harry shouted at him.

Selina had no idea what exactly was happening at this point, now that she saw Ron cowering before a large black dog.

  "Harry, Hermione, run!" he sobbed hysterically. "It's the Grim!"

Selina had no idea what he was referring to, but wasn't waiting around to find out. She ran out of the way as she watched the aggressive dog make a beeline for Ron, dragging him into the Whomping Willow. She wasn't exactly sure how to react, given that this was a very strange development. 

Chaos unfolded, and Harry and Hermione both panicked as they jumped and ducked to avoid being hit by the moving tree, which was becoming increasingly malicious in its movements. Thinking fast, Selina pointed her wand as she looked around to make sure she was safe. 

  "Immobulus!" she cast her spell. 

The tree suddenly stopped moving completely, as both Harry and Hermione looked back at her in shock, seeming slightly injured by the tree with little cuts and scrapes.

  "Thank you," Harry breathed, thankful to be alive. 

  "Yes. Thank you," Hermione blurted out.

  "You're welcome. Now, I suppose we'd better find your friend," Selina pointed out, leading them straight into the tree.

The other two exchanged nervous glances, not thrilled about this particular journey. 

"Where do you suppose this goes?" Hermione said quietly as they walked through a dark, wooden passageway.

  "I have a hunch," Harry said darkly, "Let's just hope I'm wrong."

The corridor was dry and dusty, as if nothing much really happened inside. Selina held her wand out in front of her, on high alert as they ventured in. She surveyed her environment, slowly becoming more and more certain as to where they passageway had led them. 

  "We're in the Shrieking Shack, aren't we?" Hermione asked. 

  "It's a pretty safe bet," Selina murmured.

  Harry walked alongside her, anxious to find his best friend. "Come on."

They walked up a small set of stairs, entering a room off to the side. Selina saw Ron in the corner, still terrified out of his mind. 

  "Ron," Harry recognized.

  "Ron, you're okay," Hermione said with relief.

  "The dog," Harry said quickly, "Where is it?"

  "It's a trap! He's the dog, he's an Animagus!" Ron cried, pointing behind them as he panicked.

Selina turned, pointing her wand as she saw a rugged-looking man standing in the corner, with long curly brown hair and a crazed look in his eyes.

  "Sirius Black!" she realized.

Hermione foolishly, in Selina's opinion, threw herself in front of Harry, defending him automatically. 

  "If you want to kill Harry, you have to kill us too!" she cried.

  "Speak for yourself!" Selina Romanov turned to face her in horror, her wand aimed at the infamous murderer. 

  "No. Only one will die tonight," Sirius Black said with a menacing grin.

  "Then it'll be you!" Harry Potter charged at him.

Selina now had absolutely no idea what was going on, sensing that there was a bit of information she was missing, but she put that thought out of her mind as she focused on her own livelihood. 

  "Alarte Acendare!" she shot him high up into the air before Harry could act on his impulses. 

Hermione and Ron both watched in horror, as Harry still decided to tackle the killer they'd come across. Selina stood in front of Hermione, her wand still fixed on Sirius Black, who was only laughing as Harry held him down, aiming his wand at him.

  "Are you going to kill me, Harry?" the man laughed, seeming amused by the situation. 

Before Selina could decide whether or not she should interfere, they were all caught off guard by another presence in the room. 

  "Expelliarmus!" 

Professor Lupin burst into the room, preventing Harry from attacking Black, which Selina found to be a relief. 

  "Well, well, Sirius, looking rather ragged, aren't we?" the professor taunted. "Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within."

  "Well, you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you, Remus?" Sirius Black posed a question.

Selina was off-put by their banter, not sure if she wanted to know what exactly was going on.

  "I found him," Sirius Black whispered excitedly, seeming more and more unhinged. 

  "Let's go," Selina urged Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

  "I know," Lupin whispered, seeming equally enthusiastic.

Selina tried to convince the others to escape, recognizing that the two men seemed to be on the same side.

  "Don't think I won't leave without you three!" Selina hissed as they whispered amongst themselves. "Do you all want to die?!"

  "Let's kill him!" Sirius cried.

  "No!" Hermione screamed, looking to Professor Lupin. "I trusted you! And all this time, you've been his friend! He's a werewolf, that's why he's been missing classes!" she revealed.

Selina looked over at the two men anxiously, not at all comfortable with the level of provocation that the three Gryffindors were. 

  "How long have you known?" Lupin asked her. 

  "Since Professor Snape set the essay."

  "Granger, are you stupid?!" Selina exclaimed. "Let's go!"

  "Well, Hermione, you really are the brightest witch of your age I've ever met," he remarked.

  "For fuck's sake, everyone kind of assumed you were a werewolf, you're gone after every full moon, and your boggart was the fucking moon! If we don't tell anyone, can we live?!" Selina pointed her wand fearfully, fully aware that both of them could probably kill her.

  "No one's threatening you, Miss Romanov, it'll be alright," the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor assured her, "Allow me to explain—"

  "Enough talk, Remus! Let's kill him!" Sirius Black pleaded.

  "Wait!" 

The two of them fought incessantly as Selina looked back and forth between them, considering her options as far as attacking them first. 

  "Very well, kill him," Lupin relented, "But wait, one more minute, Harry has the right to know why—"

  "Guys..." Selina murmured, considering running, but not necessarily wanting to leave the other three to die.

  "I know why!" Harry said emotionally. "You betrayed my parents! You're the reason they're dead!"

  "Okay, this seems private," Selina murmured, slowly backing away, not dropping her wand.

  "Wait! No one leaves this room!" Sirius yelled as she muttered a curse under her breath.

She was fully aware that she was now being held hostage by both a murderer and a Hogwarts professor.

  "No, it wasn't him," Remus Lupin explained with a sigh, "Somebody did betray your parents, somebody who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead!" 

  "Who was it, then?" Harry demanded.

  "Peter Pettigrew!" Sirius interrupted, "And he's in this room! Right now!" he cackled.

Selina was alarmed by his hysterics, not daring to move as she watched him rambling on. 

  "Come out, come out, Peter! Come out, come out and play!"

  "Expelliarmus!" a familiar voice yelled. 

Professor Snape came to their rescue, at first ignoring the three children.

  "Vengeance is sweet, I hoped I'd be the one to catch you," he poked at Sirius Black with his wand.

  "Severus..." Lupin tried to calm him.

  "I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle and look! Here's the proof!" Snape sneered vindictively.

  "I'm not involved in this," Selina decided, slowly creeping backwards, "So I'm just going to leave—"

  "Stay behind me, Romanov," Snape interrupted, not looking back at her.

  "Damn it," she muttered. 

  "Brilliant, Snape," Sirius belittled him, "You put your keen mind to the task, and come to the wrong conclusion. If you'll excuse us, Remus and I have business to attend to."

  "...Give me a reason! I beg you," Severus Snape snarled, his wand poking into the man.

  "Severus, don't be a fool—" Lupin sighed. 

  "He can't help it! It's a habit!" Sirius whispered, egging him on.

  "Be quiet," Lupin told him. 

  "Be quiet yourself, Remus!"

Selina sighed impatiently as she watched them argue amongst themselves. 

  "Look at you two, quarreling like an old married couple," Snape remarked humorously.

  "Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?" Sirius snapped in response. 

  "I could do it, you know," Snape reminded him, tempted by the idea of killing him himself, "But why deny the Dementors? They're so... longing to see you."

Both he and Selina could see the fear in Sirius Black's eyes at the mention of the dementors. 

  "Do I detect a flicker of fear? Oh, yes. A Dementor's Kiss. One can only imagine what that must be like," he murmured. "It's said to be nearly unbearable to witness, but I'll do my best."

 "Severus, please!" Professor Lupin interjected.

  "After you!"

  "Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted. 

Selina looked back at him in shock, as Snape went flying into a bed in front of them. 

  "Harry! What did you just do?!" Ron screamed.

  "Are you insane?" Selina agreed.

  "You attacked a teacher!" Hermione stared at the incapacitated potions master.

  "Tell me about Peter Pettigrew," Harry told the two other men. 

  "He was at school with us, we thought he was our friend!" Lupin began.

  "No, Pettigrew's dead! You killed him!" he turned to Sirius.

  "I thought so too, until you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the map!"

  "What the hell is going on?!" Selina screamed.

  "The map was lying, then," Harry reasoned.

  Lupin disagreed. "The map never lies!"

  "Pettigrew's alive! He's in this room!" Sirius said. "And he's right there!" he pointed at a corner in the room.

  "Me?! He's mental!" Ron Weasley cried.

  "Not you!" the man exclaimed in exasperation. "Your rat!"

Selina Romanov was taken aback by this development, no longer able to follow the conversation at all. 

  Ron naturally refused to believe what he was hearing. "Scabbers has been in my family for—"

  "Twelve years?!" Sirius cut him off. "Curiously long life for a common garden rat! He's missing a toe, isn't he?!"

  "So what?!" Ron questioned.

  Harry seemed to understand. "All they could find of Pettigrew was his—"

  "His finger," Selina realized, remembering the stories of the murder of Peter Pettigrew that had landed Black in Azkaban.

Her grandmother had occasionally used Sirius Black as a threat against Selina when she was a child to stop her from crying. 

  "Dirty coward cut it off so that everyone would think he was dead!" Sirius boomed. "And then he transformed, into a rat!"

  "Show me," Harry demanded.

Selina watched as Sirius charged at Ron, attempting to pry the small creature from his fingers. 

  "Give it to him, Ron!" Harry told him.

  "I can't lie, I need to see this," Selina agreed as Ron begged him not to take the rat. 

Sirius grabbed ahold of the creature, until it scurried away in a panic. Everyone in the room watched as Lupin and Sirius both tried to go after it, waving their wand in its direction as it tried to disappear into the wall. But a spell eventually hit the rat, revealing a small, dumpy-looking man lodged into a hole in the wall. Selina and the others were horrified, particularly Ron. 

  "That is seriously fucked up," Selina watched as the two men grabbed him by the arms.

Ron nodded quickly, watching as the disgustingly ugly man decided to play dumb. Everyone was in complete shock, both learning that Sirius Black was entirely innocent, and that the true murderer had been posing as Ron Weasley's pet the entire time. 

  "Remus? Sirius! My old friends!" Peter Pettigrew exclaimed. "Harry! Look at you! You look so much like your father. James. We were the best of friends—"

  "How dare you speak to Harry!" Sirius yelled. "How dare you talk about James in front of him!"

  "You sold Lily and James to Voldemort!" Lupin accused him. 

  "I-I didn't mean to!" Pettigrew sniveled. 

  "I really wish I left," Selina stared as she sort of put the pieces together.

  "The Dark Lord. You have no idea the weapons he possesses! Ask yourself, Sirius, what would you have done! What would you have done?!" he wailed. 

  "Died! I would have died, rather than betray my friends!" Sirius yelled at him as they chased him around the piano, almost looking like some sort of twisted silent film. 

  "James wouldn't have wanted me killed!" Peter whispered to Harry as he tried to back out of the room. "Your dad, he would have spared me! He would have shown me mercy...!"

  "You're not buying into this, are you, Potter?" Selina hoped as she watched the grown man groveling as the other two pulled him away.

  "Should have realized, Peter, that if Voldemort didn't kill you, we would! Together!" Remus Lupin shouted. 

  "No!" Harry boomed, confusing everyone.

  "Harry," Lupin began exhaustedly, "This man..."

  "I know what he is," Harry promised him, looking down at him, still begging for his life. "But we'll take him to the castle."

  "Bless you, boy! Bless you!" he screamed as Selina kept her wand pointed at him.

  "Get off!" Harry yelled, kicking him off. "I said we'd take you to the castle. After that, the dementors can have you," he glared at him, striking genuine fear in his eyes.

Selina looked at him approvingly, appreciating the poetic justice of the punishment. She never would've guessed that Harry Potter had it in him to be so vindictive.

  "Come on," she suggested, glancing over at Snape. "Perhaps we'd better get out of here before he comes to."

  "Good idea," Sirius Black agreed, as they all piled out of the Shrieking Shack. 

Harry, Hermione, and Sirius all tended to Ron, as Lupin called her over as he dealt with Peter Pettigrew. 

  "Selina. Keep your wand pointed at him, and do as I say," he instructed her carefully. 

  "Yes, sir," she nodded, not needing to be reminded of how dangerous the man was.

Peter Pettigrew glared at her fearfully, knowing that she was no more likely than Lupin was to set him free or sympathize with him. 

  "Are you sure we can't just kill him?" Selina questioned. "I feel like that'd be easier..."

  "We need to take him to the castle. To clear Sirius's name," Lupin reminded her as they dragged him through the secret passageway back to Hogwarts.

  "I guess you're right," she admitted, wane at the ready. "May I?"

Lupin studied her for a moment, nodding once he caught onto her train of thought. 

  "Incarcerous," Selina said, as ropes bound him.

  "Please! Please, don't do this!" Peter pleaded. "I'll do anything! Please! Please, dear girl! I'll do whatever you want!"

  "Including shutting up?" she asked as she and Professor Lupin dragged him along.

  "You know, you always were my favorite student," Lupin remarked dryly as they trudged along. 

It was now dark outside. They all climbed out of the Whomping Willow, allowing Ron to rest on the ground as Selina and Lupin continued guarding the others from Pettigrew, struggling to silence him as he thrashed and struggled desperately. 

  "Please! Anything but the Dementors, I beg of you!" he screamed. "Flog me! Drown me! Turn me into a Flobberworm, anything but the Dementors!"

  "Shut up!" Selina groaned impatiently. 

  "Please, dear girl! Please, Remus!" Peter begged them. "I'll do anything, please, help me!"

  "One more word, and I'm using the Silencing Charm," Lupin warned sternly.

  "No, no!" he blubbered. "Ron! Haven't I been a good pet?! You won't let them give me to the Dementors, will you, I was your rat!" 

Ron tried his best to get away from him as Selina and Lupin attempted to contain him.

  "Sweet girl! Clever girl!" he begged Hermione. "Surely you won't—"

  "Get away from her!" Lupin yelled as he struggled against the restraints.

  "Professor! Can I do something about this now?!" Selina cried.

She watched him as his attention slowly shifted to something else entirely. Following his line of sight, Selina and Hermione both noticed the bright full moon appearing in the sky. 

  "Harry!" Hermione screamed, trying to get his attention.

Both Harry and Sirius ran back to them, realizing how urgent the situation was. 

  "Remus, my friend! Have you taken your potion tonight?!" Sirius tried to intervene.

  "Get away!" Selina yelled, running away with the other three as they watched him attempt to reason with the transitioning werewolf.

It was horrifying to witness. Selina was genuinely afraid for her life, as she gripped her wand as tightly as she could. 

  "Expelliarmus!" 

  "Harry!"

Selina watched helplessly as Peter Pettigrew grinned, waving goodbye with ugly, sharp fingernails as he slowly transitioned back into a rat, scurrying out of a pile of clothes. Selina was furious but had no choice but to focus on the werewolf that currently posed a threat to them all.

  "Run!" someone yelled. 

  "Wait. Wait," Hermione Granger murmured, staring.

  "Hermione! Bad idea, bad idea," Ron whispered. 

  "No shit," Selina agreed, frozen in place, hoping the werewolf wouldn't perceive her as a threat.

  "Professor? Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked nervously.

  "Nice doggie. Nice doggie," Ron whimpered behind them.

  "There you are, Potter!" Snape yelled, running in front of them. 

He did his best to protect all of the students, hiding them behind him as he prepared to defend them. 

  "Jasper?! Draco?!" Selina saw them come  running with him. 

  "Selina! Get away from him!" Jasper Carroll yelled, terrified.

  "What the hell is happening?!" Draco cried.

Sirius Black transformed back into his animal form, fighting off Lupin as a dog. He eventually bested Sirius, which was difficult to watch, slowly lunging towards Harry and Hermione.

  "Alarte Ascendare!" Selina fought off Lupin's attack.  

She did what she could to deter him without hurting him too badly, which didn't work too effectively. A loud howl in the distance called him away from them, as everyone tried to locate Sirius Black.

  "Sirius!" Harry yelled, running after him.

  "Come back here, Potter!" Snape ordered.

  "'Sirius'?! As in, Black?!" Draco looked around. "Sel, what the fuck?!"

  "I'll explain later!" she exclaimed. 

She stood there, unsure of what to do, as Snape tried to track down Harry from where he stood. He would have chased after him, but he seemed to understand that he'd better stay with the others in case Lupin came back. 

Selina could hardly comprehend anything that was happening, looking back and forth between Jasper and Draco, Snape, Ron and Hermione, and Harry.  Deciding she'd better go after Harry, to make sure he and Sirius were both alive, Selina ran straight down the steep hill, nearly falling over and rolling down it just as the others had. 

  "Romanov...!" Snape growled, watching her as she rushed off. "Get back here, now!"

Selina completely ignored her Head of House, scrambling down toward the lake to find Harry Potter and Sirius Black. She'd hoped they were safe, but discovered that the Dementors had already found Sirius. They were circling around above both of them, not caring that Harry was a student as long as he was shielding Sirius. 

She watched in horror as many cloaked Dementors preyed on the both of them, seemingly sucking out every ounce of hope or happiness either of them had left in them. There may as well have been a thousand of them. Selina cast her Patronus as she felt the Dementors beginning to feed on her. 

  "Expecto... Patronum!"

A large, silvery white snake coiled all around the three of them, defending them from the demonic creatures. Selina watched as her spell began to take effect, gasping as she felt memories of herself and Amana, and Jasper, and Draco being sucked away, while it seemed all she had left was harsh memories of her grandmother, and her mother's murder, and Marcus Flint. 

Harry cast his own, non-corporeal Patronus, but it didn't seem to do much good against the many Dementors attacking them. Selina felt cold and clammy as she was forced to relive the day her father murdered her mother, followed immediately by the night Marcus Flint violated her.

She might as well have cast the Patronus Charm for the umpteenth time, but this was the first time she had ever actually went up against a real Dementor, let alone a swarm, or a gaggle, or a murder of them. Luckily, she was winning, but barely so.

The gigantic snake enveloping her and the other two was doing most of the work, protecting her, as well as Sirius and Harry. Selina felt her body beginning to go limp as she fought to stay standing, strengthening her Patronus as quickly as she could. 

  "Selina!" 

She turned around, startled to see Draco had run after her, despite both Jasper and Snape's advice. 

  "Draco! No!" she yelled, as the Dementors began to focus on him as well.

  "Selina!" he cried, falling victim to the Dementors' attacks. 

One in particular seemed to be targeting him. It hurt her to see Draco seem so helpless against them, all of his happier memories being stolen as nothing but pain was reflected in his eyes. Draco almost fainted, overwhelmed as he felt every part of him draining away. 

  "Expecto Patronum!" she shouted again. 

Draco watched as a bright light shot out of her wand. Another beautiful snake emerged from the light she casted, saving him from the Dementor. He gasped loudly, seeing her fighting to protect him as he nearly collapsed. Selina took deep breaths, hoping it would be enough to keep her conscious. But her knees eventually buckled, causing her to collapse on the gravel by the lake a few feet away from Sirius. 

She forced her eyes open, panting hard as she felt her heartbeat slowing down far too much. She was stuck staring across the lake, paralyzed with fear, as another Patronus joined hers in shielding the three of them. It was another fearsome snake,  eventually joined by a noble stag with brilliant antlers. Selina had no idea where they'd come from, or who had conjured them. 

Her eyes closed as she saw only flashes of the worst day of her life, unable to fight off the nightmare any longer. 

  "You don't scare me, Ilya! I won't let you force our daughter to live the way you did! I just won't!"

  "You're blinded by your emotions, Adeline!"

  "You're blinded by greed!"

  "I won't have any more of this. I just won't!"

  "My daughter will not become another Durmstrang soldier trained in the Dark Arts before she's old enough to Apparate!"

  "Your daughter?! She's mine too!"

  "Not anymore! Not as long as you insist upon damning her to your fate! She will not become a Death Eater, even if the Dark Lord returns!"

  "Expulso!"

Selina woke with a start, lying in the hospital wing, accompanied by a few others. She sat up in bad immediately, her eyes wide with terror. She panted heavily, as Jasper Carroll sat beside her and gently stroked her arm. 

  "Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm right here. I'm here."

  "Sirius," Selina gasped, realizing where she'd been before she woke up in the hospital wing, "What happened to him?"

She looked around the room frantically, looking for everyone else. Hermione Granger was tending to both Rom and Harry. Harry was apparently still unconscious. 

  "Don't worry about that right now," Draco told her, concerned for her wellbeing as he sat on the other side of her bed, "You need rest."

  "I need to know what happened!" Selina argued.

  "You..." Draco couldn't seem to come up with the right words. "You saved me," he whispered simply, so that only she could hear. 

  "Selina," Hermione said, approaching her bed. "Sirius, they've got him. They're going to perform the Dementor's Kiss."

  "Is there anything we can do to stop it?!" Selina demanded, not paying attention to anything else.

  "I don't think so, Selina," Jasper told her. 

Hermione turned to Harry as he woke up, basically having the exact same conversation with him as he asked for updates. 

  "I have to help him," Selina told Jasper and Draco, "Sirius, he's innocent—"

  "What are you talking about?" Draco Malfoy questioned, not understanding. "What happened?!"

  "I'll explain later," Selina said as she jumped out of bed in her jeans and black long-sleeved shirt, "I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore!"

  "Sel, get back in bed," Draco told her, "You just fought a bunch of Dementors—"

Dumbledore eventually entered the hospital wing, as Hermione rushed to speak to him. 

  "Headmaster, you've got to stopped them!" she pleaded. "They've got the wrong man—!"

  "It's true. Sirius is innocent!"

  "It's Scabbers who did it!" Ron exclaimed.

  "Scabbers?" Albus Dumbledore questioned incredulously. 

  "He's my rat, sir," he tried to explain, "But he's not really a rat... He was my brother Percy's rat, but then they gave him an owl—"

No one seemed to follow this explanation. 

  "Peter Pettigrew, sir!" Selina interrupted urgently. "He's alive! And he framed Sirius Black!"

  "Peter Pettigrew?" the Headmaster repeated. 

  "The point is, we know the truth!" Hermione concluded. "Please believe us."

  "I do, Miss Granger," the old man promised, "But I'm sorry to say, the word of three thirteen year-old wizards will convince few others. A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen."

  Selina stared at him with her mouth agape, horrified. "All due respect, sir, what does that have to do with anything right now?!"

  "Selina!" Jasper hissed, worried she'd get herself into trouble. 

  "'Right now'," Dumbledore echoed, genuinely contemplating what she'd said. "Mysterious thing, time. Powerful... And when meddled with, dangerous."

Selina looked to Hermione for answers, realizing that, of course, as the smartest person in the group, she seemed to be catching onto what Dumbledore had been suggesting. Selina silently followed her lead, unsure of who else she could trust. Draco looked around the room, suspicious of everyone, especially Hermione. 

  "Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower," the professor revealed grimly. "You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen. And you will do well, I feel, to return before this last chime."

Selina's eyes widened as she began to catch onto what was actually happening. She finally noticed the dainty necklace around Hermione's neck, a tiny golden hourglass-shaped pendant. 

  "If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss," he warned them. "If you succeed tonight... More than one innocent life may be spared."

  "Sirius," Selina whispered as she thought, "And Buckbeak..."

She was amazed at the opportunity they'd been given, to fix everything that had gone wrong that night. 

  "Three turns should do it, I think. Oh, and by the way... I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck," he offered nonchalantly before leaving. 

  "What the bloody hell was all that about?" Ron demanded. 

  "He's mental," Draco decided with finality, surprisingly in agreement with Ron. 

They all watched him in confusion as he left the room without another word. Hermione looped her Time-Turner necklace around her and Harry, starting the process. Selina had seen ones like it, both in the possession of others, as well as in places like Knockturn Alley. 

  "Sorry, Ron, but seeing as you can't walk... Selina?" Hermione asked finally, realizing there was no one else in the room she could trust. "I think you'd best come along, since you can conjure a Patronus."

Selina considered it for a moment. 

  "Can I bring these two?" she asked, pointing back at Jasper and Draco, who were both standing behind her. 

  "Bring us where?" Draco demanded suspiciously, not understanding anything that had been said.

  "Absolutely not," Hermione shook her head.

  "Come on, Granger, are you seriously in a position to deny help?" Selina rationalized.

  The brown-haired girl considered this for a moment. "We can bring Jasper," she concluded. "Transporting four is already risky enough."

  "Fine," Selina sighed, looking to Jasper, "Will you come with me?"

  He seemed completely lost. "I don't think I have a choice," he responded, standing beside her, "I need to make sure you're safe."

  "Okay," Selina agreed, nodding as Hermione wrapped the thin gold chain around the four of them.

  "Wait! You can't just go with them!" Draco protested. "Both of you! Come back!"

  "We can't," Jasper told him, as Hermione secured the necklace. "We have to go."

  "We'll be right back," Selina promised him. "It'll be okay."

  "Selina!" Draco screamed at her. 

She and Jasper stood together anxiously, hand in hand, as she winded up the Time-Turner, three turns back as Harry Potted looked around, still confused. Selina and Jasper watched as everything around them disappeared, and they saw many people in the hospital wing appear and disappear before them. Eventually, the room was completely empty, and they stopped. 

  "What just happened?" Harry questioned, startled by the experience. "Where's Ron?!"

  "We just went back in time," Jasper told him calmly, trying to take control of the situation.

  "What?!"

His approach didn't seem to work. 

  "Seven-thirty," Hermione blurted out, looking around, "Where were we at seven-thirty?"

  "I don't know, going to Hagrid's?" Harry guessed.

  "Come on! And we can't be seen!" Hermione said urgently, rushing them all out of the room.

They ran through the corridor, heading back towards Hagrid's. 

  "Hermione! Hermione!" Harry shouted to her. "Hermione, wait!"

  "Are you trying to get us caught?" Selina whispered harshly. 

  "Will someone please just tell me what it is we're doing!" he cried. 

  "You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" the sound of Hermione's voice carried from outside.

  "This is the right moment," Jasper realized.

  "That's us!" Harry realized as they watched the embarrassing altercation between Draco and Hermione. 

  "This is not normal..." Harry murmured uneasily, as Hermione grabbed him so that he didn't draw attention to them.

  "This is a Time-Turner, Harry. McGonagall gave it to me first term," she explained to him sternly. "This is how I've been getting to my lessons all year."

  "You mean we've really gone back in time?" Harry asked her, as Selina sighed, waiting impatiently with Jasper.

  "Yes."

  "Dumbledore obviously wanted us to return to this moment. I guess he wants us to change what happened after this point," she thought.

  "Good punch," Selina commended Hermione, watching  from this angle as she punched Draco. 

  "Agreed," Harry nodded. 

  "Thanks," she chuckled, not expecting the compliment from Selina, of all people. 

  "We're coming," Jasper realized as he saw a past version of Draco Malfoy running towards them.

  "Run!" Hermione whispered. 

They all hid from Draco, Jasper, and the others, waiting to head towards themselves. 

  "Come on. We should be at Hagrid's," Hermione led them towards his hut.

  "My outfit looks great," Selina murmured mostly to herself, observing her own body from a new perspective. 

  "Now you see what I see," Jasper said quietly, following Hermione. 

  "Look, Buckbeak's still alive," Harry said wistfully as he observed the gentle bird.

  "That's one thing we need to fix," Hermione remarked worriedly.

  "This is perfect. If we free him while Fudge is with Hagrid, they'll never suspect him," Selina told the others.

  "Let's go," Hermione whispered as they all ran behind Hagrid's pumpkins, where they'd been earlier. 

  "That's Pettigrew," Harry realized darkly as they watched Hagrid give the rat to Ron inside. 

  "Harry, you can't..." Hermione warned him sympathetically.

  "You don't expect me to just sit here," the bespectacled boy argued.

  "Yes, and you must!" she told him.

  "I'm afraid you don't have a choice," Jasper offered sadly. "Otherwise, we won't be able to save anyone."

  "There can't be two of you at once," Selina reasoned, "Everyone involved could go mad as a result. Dumbledore said earlier, it's dangerous to meddle with time. And he was right."

  "Yes, awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time," Hermione nodded. "We can't be seen."

  "Fudge is coming," Jasper informed them.

  "But why aren't we leaving?" Hermione asked. 

  "The window!" Selina realized, everything beginning to fall into place for her. "We have to look out the window!"

Hermione picked up a small rock that had been on one of the pumpkins, tossing it straight through the window as she realized what was meant to happen. The rock hit Harry on the back of the head. She threw another one as she'd remembered from earlier when they were in Hagrid's hut, breaking open a vase filled with sand. 

  "Are you mad?" Harry demanded. "That hurt!"

  "Sorry," Hermione apologized. 

They now looked out the window as they had earlier, seeing Dumbledore and the Minister coming with the executioner. 

  "We're coming out the back door!" she realized.

  "Go!" Selina told them, as the four of them hid behind the trees in the forest. 

They all watched as the earlier versions of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Selina all dove behind the pumpkins, watching the adults. Hermione leaned forward, examining herself critically. 

  "Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?" she whispered, scaring herself as she accidentally snapped a few branches.

Selina rolled her eyes, as they all hid behind the trees, not ten feet from themselves. 

  "What?" Ron asked the past Hermione. 

  "I thought I just saw... Never mind," she trailed off.

Selina was thankful that even the past Hermione was smart enough not to question any hint of time travel. They watched as the past versions of them ran off, leaving only the four of them and Buckbeak. 

  "Okay, now we can go," Selina said quietly.

They ran to try and wrangle Buckbeak, careful not to be seen by the adults, as well as their past selves. Harry and Hermione grabbed the hippogriff by his chain, freeing him. Selina and Jasper grabbed a few of the dead ferrets hanging near him, hoping to entice him with treats. Harry tried his best to shoo the crows away from him. 

  "I'm glad we get to save him, too," Jasper told his girlfriend, "I just couldn't believe they were actually going to kill him."

  "I know," Selina agreed.

  "Me neither," Hermione chimed in as she and Harry tried to drag Buckbeak away from Hagrid's hut. "Come on, Buckbeak!" 

  "Come here, boy!" Selina whispered, clicking her tongue as she tried to guide him away.

  "Come with us now. Come on!" Harry Potter begged.

The four of them all pleaded with the animal as they tried to release him, hoping he'd come along. They were all terrified of being caught as Dumbledore and the others began to move outside. 

Selina began to notice that, as he redirected the Minister's attention, even the past version of Professor Dumbledore seemed to be on their side, creating a sufficient diversion for them. No matter what anyone thought of him, Selina realized, the man was respectively a genius. 

Harry and Hermione almost surrendered as they were convinced they'd been caught. Selina and Jasper both rolled their eyes, continuing to lead Buckbeak into the forest with the dead ferrets. Eventually, they were able to escape with him, as the Minister and the others realized that he was gone.

  "But where is it?" Fudge questioned in shock. "I saw the beast, just now! Not a moment ago!"

  "How extraordinary," Dumbledore remarked dryly as they got away. 

Hermione and Selina led Buckbeak into a clearing in the forest, no longer needing to drag him along. They all settled for a short while, trying to synchronize themselves with their past selves as best as they could. 

  "Now what?" Harry spoke up as they watched themselves by the Whomping Willow. 

  "We save Sirius," Hermione replied.

  "How?" he asked in turn.

  Hermione frowned, not having much to go off of. "No idea."

  "Look. There's Lupin," Harry pointed out.

  "And there's me and Draco, with Snape," Jasper told Selina. "We were starting to worry about you, you know. We went looking for you, after you didn't come back from Hagrid's. We didn't know what to do, so we went and got Snape."

  "Thank you," Selina murmured, leaning against him with her head on his chest as he held her. "I love you, you know," she told him. 

  "I love you," he echoed with a sigh, as they all waited for themselves to emerge.

They sat with their backs against a tree in the forest, watching peacefully as Buckbeak caught the birds that had been flying low.

  "At least someone's enjoying himself," Hermione remarked.

  Harry nodded. "Yeah."

  "I'm so happy we saved him," Selina sighed, watching him play. "Look at him. He's so innocent."

  "He really is," Jasper agreed. "It's a good thing Granger has that Time-Turner."

  "Do you think we can really save Sirius?" Selina Romanov asked him. "I mean, we saved Buckbeak, but... that's something else entirely. I don't think just luck is going to be enough this time around."

  "We can do it," he assured her as she brushed back his long black hair. "We have you. As long as we have you, anything's possible."

She squeezed his hand tightly, trying to calm her fears. 

  "If that's what you really think," she sighed, "Then I believe you."

  "You should," Jasper squeezed her hand, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "You know, earlier when me, Snape, and Draco brought you to the hospital wing... I heard Snape talking to Dumbledore. About the Patronuses that saved you and Potter from the Dementors," he confided in her.

Selina listened curiously, trying to see where he was going with that.

  "He said that only extremely powerful magic could have saved you three," he told her, leaning in to whisper into her ear, "And something tells me, us going back in time made that possible."

They all watched as everyone emerged from the Whomping Willow passageway, waiting for Lupin to take his werewolf form so that they could save Sirius. Selina would've wanted to interfere early, warning everyone about Lupin and capturing Pettigrew before he changed back into his rat form, but she knew that it could only do harm. 

Selina and Jasper watched with the others as the fight gradually broke out, with Sirius going after Lupin. Sirius eventually rolled down the hill, leaving Harry, Hermione, and Selina to fend off the newly transformed werewolf. Draco and Jasper, particularly Draco, were both hiding behind Snape, unsure of what to do. 

Not having any better ideas, Hermione cupped her hands around her mouth, howling like a wolf to divert Lupin's attention. 

  "Of course," Jasper realized, remembering the howling they'd heard earlier.

  "What are you doing?!" Harry demanded fearfully.

  "Saving your life!" his friend exclaimed, continuing to howl like a wolf in heat.

  "Thanks," Harry murmured.

  "Great. Now he's coming this way," Selina saw the grey werewolf charging towards them.

  "Yeah... Didn't think about that," Hermione admitted, "Run!"

They all took off deeper into the forest, trying to outsmart the werewolf, which proved to be very difficult. Selina drew her wand as she and Jasper took off in one direction, while Harry and Hermione went in the other. They could hear Professor Lupin growling and snorting in an animalistic manner, trying to locate them. 

Jasper covered his own mouth as he breathed in and out as they all hid behind trees, trying his best to remain calm. Harry and Hermione were both scared out of their wits, paralyzed as they tried to remain still. They moved around the trees, skillfully outmaneuvering the wolf as best as they could. 

Selina waited patiently, listening for signs of their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Eventually, Lupin grew tired of searching for them, and ran off into the night. 

  "That was so scary," Hermione whispered.

  "Poor Professor Lupin's having a really tough night," Harry pointed out.

  Jasper nodded as they all headed for the lake. "You can say that again."

  "Sirius. Come on!" Harry urged them. 

They all stood behind the trees near the clearing where the lake was, watching the Dementors slowly feeding on Selina, Harry, and Sirius. Draco wasn't far from sharing the same fate, breaking down into tears as Selina was only able to keep him from being fed on by the Dementors. Her Patronus was the only thing currently standing between herself, Sirius, Harry, and the Dementors. 

  "We have to do something," Selina stared, watching herself being psychically torn apart.

  "Wait! Just wait," Harry told her. 

  "This is horrible," Hermione murmured.

  "Don't worry," Harry insisted. "My dad will come. Any minute now. Right there, you'll see."

  Jasper seemed the most confused. "Your...?" 

  "Don't question it," Selina shook her head dismissively, prepared to jump in and save herself and the others. 

  "Harry, listen to me," Hermione attempted to convince him, "No one's coming."

  "Trust me, he will. He's coming."

Selina was unable to continue standing idly by, as she considered jumping in.

  "You're dying," Hermione told Harry, "All of you..."

  "I'm not waiting any longer," Selina announced, running off towards the lake. 

  "Selina!" Jasper yelled after her.

  "Expecto Patronum!" 

She cast her Patronus once again, sending the giant snake after the Dementors attacking herself, as well as Sirius and Harry. Draco was watching helplessly, unable to do anything. 

  "Selina!" Harry shouted, joining her as he cast his own Patronus.

Both of the animals that represented them fought against the Dementors attacking them and Sirius before. The bright white lights drove all of the Dementors away, allowing the tiny orb that represented Sirius's soul to return to his body. He seemed to be breathing, and so did Harry, for that matter. 

Selina had never felt so powerful in her life, fighting off probably about a hundred Dementors to save herself and her new friends. She, Harry, and Sirius were eventually saved, as she and Harry exchanged relieved looks, allowing the spells to dissipate.

  "We did it," Selina told him, "Us. No one else," she laughed hysterically.

  "You're right!" Harry Potter chuckled along with her, seeming more happy. "It was us."

They both headed back to the others together, now much more amicable than they had been before. 

  "You did it! You're alive, all of you!" Hermione exclaimed happily.

  "Oh, God, I'm so proud of you," Jasper sighed, wrapping Selina in a protective hug, still holding his wand in his hand. "I'm so glad you're safe."

  "We need to get to Sirius," Selina turned to Harry as he nodded in response. "Now."

The four of them looked over at Buckbeak, realizing that he was currently their most reliable method of transportation. Harry and Hermione climbed onto him first, as Selina and Jasper rode behind them, holding on tight. All of them screamed, both terrified and excited, as Buckbeak took off. 

Selina giggled happily as Jasper wrapped his arms around her stomach, securing her in front of him as they flew off to the Dark Tower together. Everyone was enthralled as they held onto Buckbeak, surrounded by the beautiful night sky. 

  "Did I mention that I love you?" Jasper asked cheerfully.

  "You always remember to," Selina replied, smiling as they all landed in front of the highest cell of the tower.

Sirius Black turned to face them, surprised to see them coming to his rescue. 

  "Bombarda!" Hermione blew apart the metal cell door. 

Selina and Jasper ran to lift it out of the way. Selina Romanov stood in front of Sirius, kindly offering her hand to him as he stood. He took it graciously, offering her a bewildered smile.

  "Thank you."

His words said 'thank you for helping me up', but his eyes said 'thank you for everything'. 

  "Harry. Hermione," he said as he joined the others. "I cannot express my gratitude enough."

  "You don't have to," Harry Potter promised. "You're my godfather."

Sirius smiled at him, nodding appreciatively.

  "You're Selina Romanov. Aren't you?" Sirius Black asked as he approached her. 

  She nodded, not too surprised that he was able to recognize her. "Did you know my father?" she asked him. 

  "I was familiar with him," he said, walking alongside her. "He was very close friends with Rodolphus Lestrange. He married my cousin, Bellatrix."

  "Yeah," Selina nodded, recalling having heard the same thing many times. 

  "I also knew your mother, you know," Sirius changed the subject. "She was a year younger than I was. She and my brother, Regulus, were quite close. The best of friends, in fact. Very kind woman."

  "Yes," Selina murmured, walking between him and Jasper. "Yes, she was."

There was a brief silence between them as they walked.

  "I read about Regulus, in her diaries, you know," Selina informed the man. "She loved him. She was devastated when he died."

  "Yes, as was I," Sirius said earnestly. "He was very noble, my brother."

  "I'm sorry," Selina told him, looking him in the eye. "He seemed like a great person."

  "He was. He was one of those people you just had to love," he offered kindly. "And so was Adeline. I'm sorry if this is strange, but... you really do remind me of your mother a bit. Headstrong, sharp, gentle... You look like her. More so than you do your father, you know. Although, I do hear you've inherited his talent for Quidditch..."

That was something Selina was happy to hear, as he carried on listing pleasant things for the two of them to conversate about.

  "Thank you, Sirius," she said finally. 

  "Thank you," he beamed, "All of you. I'll be eternally grateful for this."

  "I want to go with you," Harry told him, sounding more like a child than ever.

Selina smiled sympathetically as Jasper wrapped his arm around her. 

  "One day, perhaps," Sirius promised the boy. "For some time, my life will be too unpredictable. And besides. You're meant to be here," he held him affectionately. 

  "But you're innocent," Harry protested quietly.

  "And you know it. For now, that will do," Sirius assured him with a smile. 

Selina held onto Jasper, watching sadly as Sirius and Harry said their goodbyes. Sirius climbed on top of Buckbeak, prepared for the both of them to make their escape. 

  "It's perfect they have one another," Jasper thought. "They're both innocent, and now, they're both free."

  "I hope so," Selina said, watching.

  "You really are the brightest witch of your age," Sirius told Hermione, making her smile, "And Selina... I'd tell you you're going to be someone someday, but you already are someone, aren't you? I hope we meet again," he said softly. 

  "So do I," Selina agreed, watching as he flew away happily.

  "Don't you hurt her, Jasper, or I'll be back in Azkaban!" Sirius called. 

  "Don't worry, I won't," Jasper Carroll chuckled as they all watched him leave. 

  "We have to go," Hermione realized, as the clock began to chime.

All of them ran for the hospital wing, determined to make it back in time. Selina and Jasper were in front of Harry and Hermione, almost running into Dumbledore as he left the room. 

  "Well?" the Headmaster asked.

  "We saved them," Jasper responded dutifully.

  "He's free. We did it," Harry said triumphantly.

  "Did what?" Dumbledore questioned, most likely joking. "Goodnight."

He disappeared, and Harry, Hermione, Selina, and Jasper all laughed with relief as they burst into the room. 

  "Bloody hell!" Draco exclaimed loudly. 

  "How did you get there?" Ron Weasley pointed. "I was talking to you there... And now you're there!"

Selina and Jasper laughed cheerfully, watching as Draco and Ron were forced together in their baffled confusion.

  "What's he talking about, Harry?" Hermione teased.

  "I don't know," Harry chuckled along.

  "Sel! Jasper!" Draco shouted, running toward them. "What the fuck just happened?!"

They looked at one another, trying to decide how to respond. Neither of them had an answer prepared. They were still in complete shock due to everything that had just happened, unable to believe that they had actually made it, and weren't killed. 

  "I suppose we should catch you up," Jasper 

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[davidfarland]

David Farland’s Writing Tips—Is it a Good Time to Write?

As the Covid pandemic hit last year, I head a lot of doom-and-gloom from authors about how it would destroy the industry, and even had to stop and speculate about it a bit myself. It sounded bad. Printers closed down, bookstores were put out of commission.

But I kept thinking: the need for entertainment is stronger than ever. What will the new normal be?

Now that sales figures have come in for 2020, here is what we found.

There are two markets, that I pay attention to: the traditional paper book publishing market and the indie e-book market.

The big fear in among authors was that the traditional market would be decimated, but the number of units of books sold actually went up—despite the bookstores being closed. People who buy paper books kept on buying them. Some of us just ordered them from local bookstores. Others bough them in grocery stores or on Amazon.

In any case, the book sales rose by nearly 7% for the year. Much of that was in the form of children’s books purchased by parents who were trying to keep their kids busy with home-schooling, but we also saw big increases in fiction for the younger crowd.

At the same time, in the e-book sales, we saw a 16-20% increase in sales on a month-by-month basis, with a little over 18% increase in the number of sales over the course of the year.

So books did just fine? In spite of the stores closing?

Yep. Here’s what is happening. People are staying in. They are in quarantine, many of them, and they are longing for escape. Since they can’t go out to shows and dinners and sporting events, many people are turning to reading for recreation—especially since Hollywood has closed down and there isn’t much in the way of new releases in the film department.

In short, more people are reading! It’s a great time to be a writer.

This past Friday, I watched a live demo of the Runelords Board Game. As I watched, I was surprised to see just how fun it looked. I wished that I could be playing!  It so happened, that the next day I read a nice review of the game from a company that reviews board games. Then I did a little interview with a blogger who is a big fan of the game, someone who also spends time reviewing them. She felt that the game is a bit underpriced, and I suspect that she’s right.

So, if you have a friend who likes to play boardgames, please let them know about the kickstarter at https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/reddjinnproductions/the-runelords-board-game-relaunch

For our Apex Writing Group, we will have Forrest Wolverton talking on Saturday on “Meeting Your Objectives” as a writer.

Forrest is also starting a new “Apex Writers Accelerator Program,” where he will help you set goals and work toward them at an fast-but-comfortable pace. 

In the coming weeks, I’m looking forward to hear hearing from such fine bestselling writers as Dakota Kroat, Craig Martelle, Eric Flint, and Michael J. Sullivan, along with the past vide-president of Atari, Roger Arias, who will talk about the connection between videogames and books. To join Apex visit us at www.Apex-writers.com

For more on David Farland's Writing tips, visit https://mystorydoctor.com/writing-blog/

And you can also click here to get your David Farland Daily Meditations.

[art-of-manliness]

Odds & Ends: February 2, 2024

Huckberry’s Valentine’s Day Shop. Valentine’s Day is coming up. If you’re looking to get something for your gal, check out Huckberry’s Valentine’s Day Shop for some one-of-a-kind gifts that go beyond Walgreens’ plush teddy bear holding a heart. A few stand-out items: Flint and Tinder Women’s Waxed Trucker Jacket, Redstone Pocket Knife, Turquoise pendant from j.bee. Glaucon’s Fate: History, Myth, and Character in Plato’s Republic. I read this book several years ago in preparation for my interview with the author, Jacob Howland, and still think about it today. Howland’s argument is that in the Republic, Socrates was attempting to save the soul of Plato’s politically ambitious brother, Glaucon, but ultimately failed.  Throughout the book, Howland provides insights about Greek notions of manliness, or andreia, and how cultivating the virtue of manliness can help you seek after the Good.  The Great British Baking Show. Thanks to our daughter, Scout, our family has become big fans of the Great British Baking Show. We’re slowly working our way through some past seasons. The BBC-produced reality competition show pits at-home bakers from the United Kingdom against each other in a series of baking challenges to impress judges Paul Hollywood and Prue Leith. The show is refreshingly charming and wholesome. I think the appeal comes down to the fact that the contestants are actual amateurs (and don’t even get any money if they win!), and unlike most reality competitions that play up conflict and rivalry for drama, the bakers support and root for each other. It’s just so pure.  Getting the Pump: On the Resurrection of the Body. Author Jordan Castro has penned one of the best and most lyrical odes to weightlifting I’ve come across. He describes how he once ignored physical training, feeling that the cerebral life of the mind was superior and more meaningful, but came to discover that it was something that imparted a new kind of knowledge and a transformative connection to the true, humbling verve of reality. “Thus lifting,” he writes, “which is commonly thought of as the activity of the egotistical and vain, is in reality the opposite—it is a corrective for those things.” When we lift, we go through a bit of suffering so that we can become a new creature and become who we are — it allows us to pass through “little deaths and resurrections every day.”  Quote of the Week Look in the face of the person to whom you are speaking if you wish to know his real sentiments, for he can command his words more easily than his countenance. —Lord Chesterfield The post Odds & Ends: February 2, 2024 appeared first on The Art of Manliness. http://dlvr.it/T2G8VZ

[al-the-remix]

hey there ol' buddy, ol' pal. i'll just forever love your easy (at least, it reads so easy) way of creating commraderie and friendship between two boys/dudes/men, etc. there's a whole section of "self-preservation" where adrian pucey is just terrorizing everyone because marcus is sad. and my bones vibrate with the correctness of it.

He was sulking, and to Marcus’ greatest distress, Adrian took notice. He shoved an apple at Marcus on the way to Potions. “Saw you didn’t eat,” he said, and casually tripped an unsuspecting Ravenclaw in the hallway, sending her books flying.

And when they passed Malfoy in the stairwell to the dungeons, Pucey flicked his wrist under the cover of his sleeve, a spare bit of parchment with I <3 Potter attached to the back of Malfoy’s robes. Marcus hoped it was a permanent sticking charm.

Outside of Potions, Pucey knocked his shoulder into Oliver hard enough to make him stumble back against Percy Weasley as they entered class. It was mildly surprising behaviour, even to Marcus who knew him well. Adrian was usually the passive member on the team, not one to get physical unless instigated, and he may have been a daily pain in Marcus’ ass, but you could never say Adrian Pucey wasn’t loyal.

yeah. exactly. anyway! i hope you're writing. or not writing. as it please you. i hope you're well. <3

Thank you 😭 I had so much fun writing Adrian Pucey in that fic! I had never given his character much thought before, but it was like, okay if Marcus Flint; bully, emotionally constipated, and deeply insecure had a best friends that actually cared about him what would that look like 😂

I'm not a big fan of background ships in fic, but I LOVE reading and writing good, fleshed-out friendships and familial relationships around the central characters. They don't need a lot of screen time or exposition as long as when they are on screen their character is consistent and memorable.

I think I was just scarred by reading too many roommates aus a decade ago where everyone was dating and the only way they expressed friendship was through pulling pranks, lol.

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[itlivesproject]

Hello everyone! For people just discovering us, or for those of you who do know about us and would like a better summary of what’s to come, this is the right place! We are the It Lives Project, a fan team working in our free time to make the visual novel It Lives Within, the third and final book in the It Lives series. 

You're finally ready to leave your past behind and move on. But apparently, moving on means enrolling at a community college in a supernatural town overflowing with monsters and dark magic...

IT LIVES WITHIN fully released 🖤

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It Lives Within features:

✨A fresh MC customizable in all the ways you can think of. Customization includes appearance, gender, sexuality, and personality. Play as a diplomatic and gentle Rowan who’s kind to everyone, or a sarcastic Rowan who doesn’t take anything seriously and always has a witty quip at hand, or a hard-ass aggressive Rowan who isn’t afraid to stand up to anyone and everyone. To top it all off, you get to determine Rowan’s motivations and their attitudes regarding the book’s events.

💞 Four awesome LIs: Amalia de Leon (Rowan’s long-time best friend), Abel Flint (resident archaeology nerd), Jocelyn Wu (perpetually grumpy jock & former bully), and Lincoln McQuoid (mysterious newcomer).

👩🧑New characters and old characters coming together to create a new, exciting cast.

😱Chilling mysteries and good old fashioned horror

💫The opportunity to determine your choices from previous games—and have them affect the present. Who lived and who died matters, and who you romanced matters.

🌳Branching paths and meaningful choices. Your choices determine Rowan’s personality, motivations, relationships, romance, nerve, success in collecting artifacts and lore documents, who lives and who dies, how the climax plays out, the ending you receive… so choose wisely 😏

😳CONSEQUENCES! Want to romance two people at the same time? Do so at your own risk—because jealousy is alive and well and Abel might not like it if you declare your affection for him and hook up with Lincoln the following day…

🌶Optional mature scenes and heavy topics

🎵Original music and ambience alongside some old familiar tunes.

👻Haunting CGs and animations, around 10 total

📚 23 chapters, around 800,000 words, while individual play throughs will have closer to a third of the total projected word count.

💻Made with Ren’Py, uploaded to itch.io. Playable online or easily downloadable on the computer for best playing experience.

In-depth discussion:

When this project started, one of our main goals was to create a book where you actually feel like your choices matter and that your choices determine where the story goes. We also wanted there to not be “right” or “wrong” answers; different choices have both pros and cons. As part of that, something that was really important to me was the concept of replayability. We want It Lives Within to be the type of game that you’re excited to restart and play differently. In my experience, when I replay most Choices games I always play as the same MC and romance the same person and make the same choices. The reason is that besides choosing your LI, your choices don’t impact much. I always feel like I’m the same person in each playthrough, and so it feels weird to romance someone else. Even if your choices do impact things besides love interest, there’s generally a right or wrong answer, a good or bad ending.

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[thedarklingxalina]

Darklina Smut Fics Recs

For anyone looking for some darklina smut fanfics. Feel free to add any recommendations (including self recs!) or drop me an ask for other recs. If anyone is looking for general darklina fanfics, here's another recommendation list.

Winter Fete Smut

Colours by hanpersands

Summary: The night of the fete, the Darkling visits Alina’s room after all. A what-if scenario, based on the idea that Baghra never came, and he did.

i'll be waiting by larry_hysterek

Summary: or if alina stayed and didn't leave after the winter fete.

pretty much just smut with some implications of alina going slightly dark

good things come to those who wait by peachykeenjellybean

Summary: "Did you want me to come to you tonight, Alina?” He asks. His voice is deep. So low she can barely hear him.

She doesn’t answer. She stares with her mouth parted, ready to answer him, but nothing comes out. She’s too afraid to tell him yes.

He tips his chin down and raises an eyebrow expecting an answer."

OR: The Darkling visits Alina after the Winter Fete but he makes her wait. Wait until she's begging.

all of my goodness is goin' with you now by cursebreakker

Summary: The Darkling comes to Alina's room after the winter fete.

uninterrupted by cursebreakker

Summary: the winter fete make out session revisited, and this time they go all the way.

Embracing the darkness by beekathony

Summary: "Alina," he said, and I could see that he was fighting with himself, "can I come to you tonight?"

What should have happened if the Darkling visited Alina that night after the winter fete.

Canon Divergence

i am singing now as rome burns (mash your mouth against me) by bellemon

Summary: “Don’t say her name. You killed her,” he hisses, fingers closing around her neck, even as his thumb caresses the curve of her throat, even as his fingers intertwine with the fall of hair that lies at her nape. “She died for you.”

“She died because of you,” Alina snarls, even as she leans into his touch, even as she hates herself for it. “We both killed her.”

He gives a growl of rage and surges toward her. For a moment, the rage in Alina’s heart gives way to fear, to relief, to desire. He’s going to kill me.

But then he is kissing her, lips crashing against hers like flint on steel, and isn’t that the same thing?

---- Alina does not resist the pull of their tether. The Darkling welcomes her in his own way.

(Or, Alina and The Darkling are just two people hiding their Thirst through power plays)

in the dying lamplight by ellewhile

Summary: I looked into Mal’s eyes—his familiar blue eyes that I knew even better than my own. Except they weren’t blue. In the dying lamplight, they glimmered quartz gray.

He smiled then, a cold, clever smile like none I’d ever seen on his lips.

“I missed you too, Alina.”

Instead of responding with fear, Alina responds with anger. A different take on the scene where he comes to her.

Bedroom Hymns by destinies

Summary: “The consummation, no, that was not ‘fun.’ I have lived too long and done too much for mere physical release to be ‘fun.’ But it was necessary to seal the marriage, and you agreed to it… Every other time, I waited for you to seek me out. And I found that infinitely more rewarding.”

The Darkling and the Sun Summoner's wedding night, and other nights, scattered over the decades that follow.

Overcome by coldnightsandcoffee

Summary: In which Alina learns the Darkling's name and what would have happened had she stayed. AKA, I hate how that scene ended so I'm offering an alternate scenario.

Or: just another excuse to write Darklina smut. We can never have enough of that.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of by RoseAlenko (the_darkling)

Summary: This is the way it is between the two of them, an inexorable attraction that accompanies their every meeting. And if finally giving in means falling prey to his designs, then she’s happy to be devoured.

Midnight Prayers by vuas

Summary: “Shh,” he murmurs, cradling her face in his warm palm. “Stay still. No tears now, milaya. You’ll take what you’re given.”

“But—“

“Mercy,” he leans up to kiss her wet cheek. “Is for saints.”

Vsegda, Always by vuas

Summary: “An heir?”

Alina hacks up half her tea, spoiling one of her finer dressing gowns. She’s too busy dabbing at the mess with napkins, cheeks warm, to notice the bemused look her husband gives over the top of the newspaper from where he sat reading across the breakfast table.

She quickly learns he isn’t joking.

(Or: Aleksander Morozova asks his wife for a baby, and she doesn't find herself opposed to the idea.)

Between Midnights by vuas

Summary: “You’re my wife, my sun summoner,” he continues undeterred, hot breath fanning over her neck. “You’re mine. I can do whatever I please with you. Why shouldn’t I kiss you?”

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