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bookstantrash · 3 years

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A/N: Shoutout for @perseusannabeth for requesting a wedding prompt regarding my Queen inspired fic “Somebody to Love” (you can check here Part one and Part two)

I was very inspired, so I hope it reached your expectations!! I also started to draft the next chapter for In which She Makes a Friend, so we may be getting Part Five before the year is over.

And I wish a happy belated Christmas/Holiday/Friday to y’all ❤️

Prompt: Elain and Azriel come clean about their plotting during the wedding day speech

Stupid Cupids

Everything was perfect.

The ceremony had been a private thing — Nesta was known for being a reserved person, even more now that her book was on New York’s Best Selling List for three months since its release, and Cassian preferred to leave the extravagance to the reception, which was being held at one of Rhysand’s hotels, a wedding gift from both him and Feyre.

Cassian was not going to lie, he had been tempted to thrown everything to the wind and just run away to Vegas to marry Nesta and be done with it. He had half jokingly told her that, only to receive a murderous glare from the three Archeron sisters plus Emerie, all who had been planning the wedding non stop since his proposal at the karaoke bar. He was smart to not bring it up again, even as a joke.

Then, after one year being engaged, Cassian was now Cassian Archeron, married to the one and only Nesta Archeron herself, all of their family and friends there to testify it.

The Archerons and Emerie had been Nesta’s maids of honour, while Rhysand and Azriel were Cassian’s best men. The Archerons’ father had passed away years ago, so Nesta had asked Lucien to walk her down the aisle. They had met at therapy group shortly after the Archeron patriarch had died, and had bonded over their shared messed up life — Lucien was trying to come around the fact that his father was not the man his mother had been married to, which she had finally divorced after years of abuse, having remarried with Lucien’s biological father.

They had all gone to Rhysand’s hotel for the party and by now, all were a little bit tipsy. Cassian and his brothers had done a Dancing Queen number— Cassian declaring that ABBA would have been proud of their moves — while Nesta and the girls had danced to Beyoncé’s Run the World (Girls) — which had been just as memorable.

And now it was time for the speeches. Emerie had been the first, being surprisingly followed by Azriel, who, although quite shy, had overcome it for Cassian.

“Well, here we are. Who would have thought that Nesta would finally take pity on Cassian and accept his proposal?” Azriel said with a grin.

That earned laughs from the guests and a ‘Fuck you!’ from Cassian, who was seated by Nesta’s side, his tie and blazer long discarded.

“Honestly, if I had to describe their relationship, it would be that of an enemies to lovers book plot worthy of the bride’s writing” that made Nesta laugh and blow Azriel a kiss “They had their share of hardships along the way, that’s for sure. But you won’t find a couple as in love with each other as Cassian and Nesta are”.

“Did you hear that Rhysand? ‘No couple as in love with each other as us’!” Cassian teased, making Nesta roll her eyes.

“There’s still time to annul the wedding sister- in-law!” Rhysand said back.

“However, we wouldn’t be standing here were it not for an intervention from fate. Cauldron knows how headstrong those two are” Azriel smirked “So, I would like to ask for Elain Archeron to come here and help me tell the tale of how Cassian’s proposal came to be”

The crowd murmured in confusion, the newlyweds just as lost as them.

Elain rose from her sit, and made her way to the small stage where Azriel was making his speech, receiving another microphone from the staff.

“ Thank you Azriel, for sharing the stage with me” Elain was Azriel’s counterpart in every way, all bright smiles and easiness to talk, with a pale pink dress and hair lovingly arranged with flowers, while Azriel stood by her side in all black except for his dark blue cuff links and dress shirt “Cassian is hardworking, kind, loyal, deeply generous and an excellent cook. I could not hope for a more perfect husband for my dear older sister”

Nesta smiled sweetly at her said husband, interlacing their fingers. Yes, he was everything she could have hoped for and more.

“But, he sure is as stubborn as my sister too, as Azriel has already said” Elain’s light brown eyes sparkled with mischief “Those two fools would never have talked properly after their latest quarrel had it not been for indeed Fate’s intervention, with Fate having two people working for him: me and Azriel”

“Feyre, we would like to apologise for having you take the blame and Nesta’ scolding, but it was actually Elain who told me where you girls were headed that day” Azriel said, bowing his head in apology.

“Betrayed by my own sister” Feyre sighed, trying to appear angry but failing miserably.

“I messaged Azriel to ask if he knew the reason for why my sister looked as if she wanted to commit murder,” Nesta groaned and hid her face in Cassian’ shoulder in embarrassment “ but he knew as little as me.”

“We got to the conclusion that it would be impossible to get anything out of those two buttheads, and decided to take matters in our own hands” Azriel grabbed a remote control from inside his pocket and pointed it at the projector behind him “We wanted to force those two to have a talk like grown ups, but ended up with something even better: Cassian’s own public declaration of love to Nesta”

“Oh no, you didn’t!” Cassian exclaimed, watching as the big screen showed his little singing act to Nesta at the karaoke bar.

“This video is courtesy of Rhysand” Azriel explained, failing to hide his smile.

The screen proceeded to show Cassian singing — “Why didn’t you do something like that when you proposed?” Viviane Neige said to her husband, Kalias, gazing at the screen in awe at Cassian’s romantic act — and his declaration of love, which raised ‘oohs’ and ‘awwws’ from the female guests.

“In conclusion, we would like to say that it’s thanks to no other than us that we could all be here today and enjoy such good food. A toast to the groom and to the bride!” Azriel declared, raising his glass.

“To their ever lasting happiness!!” Elain added.

All the guests joined the toast and drank their glasses, clapping loudly at Azriel’s and Elain’s speech.

“You are not mad, are you?” Cassian whispered in Nesta’s ear, afraid she’d feel betrayed due to having been made a fool.

“I got you in the end, didn’t I?” she replied, kissing their interlaced fingers “Besides, I had a proposal worthy of a Hollywood cliché”

“Oh, the things I do for love” Cassian murmured, kissing his wife “Do remind me to thank those stupid cupids later”

“As you wish husband” Nesta whispered.

After that revelation, both cupids received a very generous ‘Thank you’ basket from the newlyweds, becoming famous matchmakers among their friends.

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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BTS Inspiration of Winner’s Curse

I know not many people read my descendants fic, but hey it’s my Bday tomorrow and I feel like revealing some of the inspiration for it. This world building was actually what inspired me to start writing it down. Originally it was going to be from the POV of a Vk, and explore all the dynamics of the “new” Isle under the Coven of 13, and get into the motivations of each but as you can see that did not happen. I was intrigued by the idea of exploring a “sidekick” trying to be the hero and all that. Other notes are

Circe was originally going to be the mother of Malik, after having a fling with Mozonroth when she got sent to the Isle. Decided it was too much drama and discarded that.

There was going to be more focus on the power struggles between the mercenaries, the Coven and the authority figures. Was going to reveal Uma and Freddie to be siblings. Ended up sidelining Freddie.

Gaston’s daughter, Cosette, was going to have a role, becoming closer with Gil.

Atlantis characters were going to be part of the main group. As well as Black Cauldron characters. Also discarded.

Was going to redeem Drizella because I heard the original plans for Cinderella III was going to be Drizella redemption but they changed so they could give more development to Anastasia. So I decided I was going to do it. Dizzy would have been given more of a role.

Hans was going to be revealed as the cruelest villain. (Yeah I was going to make him a twist villain again. Be glad I did not).

Nasira and Mozonroth were going to be lovers before I decided on mother and son.

Diego and Ivy De’Vil would have had more a role.

Hercules characters would have had more a role. Including the Muses.

Ben would have had more a role somehow.

And that‘s about it.

But some things I am proud of in Winner’s Curse. Passing the Bedchel test.

A POC majority cast (This was completely unintentional but now I see it and counting it out, there’s four Agrabians, two WOC, and three European. Though I’ll admit I have not given Harry, Calix and Gil as much spotlight as I should. So my bad. But does Greek count as a white Euro? Idk, point is, unintentional diversity. Woo)

There‘s only two romances. Both are interracial. Also unintentional. Uma and Harry are totally together. And Aziz and Lala’s burgeoning crushes that will not end in a kiss after the final battle because it’s not important. Oh well. Attempts to explore PTSD, abuse, sexual assault and poverty.

The emphasis on family and friendship between characters.

Exploring the negative side of Auradon including it’s classist system, the Magic Ban, and the Euro-countries getting more resources and riches compared to the likes of Kuzcotopia and Atlantis and Atlantica,

Psychological studies(ish) and more character exploration.

Jay faces his dad!

Hook siblings!

Getting to mention tie ins to the Aladdin animated series, Legend of Tarzan animated series, Hercules animated series, Ariel‘s Beginning and soon Disney fairies books. And adding those characters.

That I finished 20 chapters! This is my longest fic ever! And just ten more chapters to go! I’ll get there.

Coven of 13: Villains dedicated to using their old magic to take over Auradon and be restored to their glory days once more. However they all have conflicting wishes with what the final plan should be.

Maleficent: Since being “overthrown” as queen of the Isle. Maleficent had to settle herself with working with others until she can be mistress of all evil again. Is in a constant battle for dominance with Queen Nerissa, Ursula, Mozenrath and Jafar.

(Evil) Queen Grimhilde: Though she may be pre-occupied by her looks and seem to be passive, Grimhilde is secretly gunning for complete control of the Isle and Auradon when they invade. She feels there should be a new queen that doesn’t get into such petty tantrums as Maleficent. Queen Nerissa: Queen Nerissa is the unofficial leader of the coven since it was her idea but it is impossible to convince the others of that. She wishes to get her ultimate revenge on Giselle, Edgar and the rest of Auradon by becoming the tyrant.

Ursula: Ursula is smartly setting her sights on just ruling Atlantica. Unless she gets bored. Then she might expande her pool of options. She mainly just wants to stick it to King Triton and when it comes to execution time. She isn’t going to make the mistake of keeping his soul, she wants to destroy it. Mother of Uma.

Circe: Very bitter about ending up on the Isle even after Helen of Troy vouched for her to stay in Auradon. So to say that she wants to crush Adam to the bone is understatement. She wants him to grovel. And if she can find that one good man while she’s at it, that would be a plus. Mother of Calix.

Mother Gothel: Though she has an intense rivalry with Grimhilde since day one about hoarding the scarce beauty products available on the Isle, she is her closest supporter now when it comes to finding magic for revenge and curing wrinkly skin. She is the mother of Ginny who she doesn’t dote on nearly as much as she did with Rapunzel.

Yzma: She wants Kuzcotopia and she will do anything and everything to get it even if it means teaming up with a bunch of “old hags” (yes pot calling kettle). Still remains overdramatic and delusional. Has a semi-dependent abusive relationship with her children Zevon and Yzla.

Morgaine Le Fey: Morgaine Le Fey, like Grimhilde, is quiet when it comes to group work but she is always observing for everyone else’s weaknesses and flaws that she will undoubtedly exploit when she becomes Queen of Camelot. Mother of Morrían.

Nasira: Sister to Jafar and mother of Jade and Mozonroth. She isn't nearly as enthusiastic about ruling Agrabah as her brother and Mozonroth are but she is just in it to get revenge on the stinking alley rat, Aladdin.

Queen La: Without her staff, her kingdom or leopard-man army, La has resorted to her Atlantean priestess magic again in hopes of getting off the Isle and reclaiming her staff. Still delusional, still lustful and hates having to depend on the rest of these people. Mother of Ranavalalona.

Jafar: Wishes to rule Agrabah and execute the royal family that “mistreated’ and “disrespected” him so much. Is in a constant battle with Mozonroth on the fact that he is the best sorcerer and will be ruler of Agrabah when they take over. Mozonroth: Finds Jafar to be a blowhard and believes that since he already took over the Black Sands and overthrew his former mentor that he should be doing far better plots. But with the Isle’s Magic Ban, he has to go with what he has. Besides that he would like to give his half-brother, Aladdin, a taste of “brotherly love” when he puts him in a headlock to crack his skull. Father to Malik and Imran Abbas.

Dr. Facilier: Like Ursula, Dr. Facilier smartly works on the fringes, setting his sights small on the Bayou before ruling the rest of Auradon. Father of Freddie and Celia.

All-Powerful Quartet: Generally speaking, if any villain was going to be taking over Auradon, it would be these 4. But due to their all-powerful status, they’d rather not exert themselves to do such menial tasks when they have other things to do.

Mirage: Evil Incarnate. So she does get to go off-Isle to maintain some balance of good and evil in the universe but generally enjoys the place. There is just so much evil and chaos everywhere and she glories in it. Mother of Illusion and Chimera.

Chernabog: Since being put on the Isle, Chernabog remains asleep on the mountain, waiting for his day to rise again.

Horned King: Without his deathless army, the Horned King remains in his cave, slowly wasting away. Mainly convenes with Hades.

Hades: God of the Underworld. So yeah, he has a full time job to do.

Mercenaries: The muscle behind the Coven, these are people who can’t adjust to domestic life, more 20th century living and miss the thrill of a fight. They deal with the dirtier deeds of murder and treason. The big boss (literal mob boss) is Sykes who rents their services out.

Sykes: Mob boss. Basically owner of the unofficially named, “Mercenary for Hire.” He never gets his own hands dirty but he has plenty of people who will do it for him. He keeps his people in line with his files of blackmail he has stocked up.

Clayton: Desperately misses the thrill of the hunt and more modern conveniences like a well-polish gun with enough ammo to shoot all these thieves to hell. Has a coworkers- with-benefits relationship with Helga. Father of Clay.

Rourke: Since being screwed over by magic, Rourke has kept a very rigid condition that he will only deal with non-magical situations. Still maintains his treasure-seeking ways and often pilfers from Jafar’s shop.

Helga Sinclair: One of the most intimidating humans on the Isle and of the mercenaries in general. She is known for her efficiency in work, stoic demeanor and same condition to her jobs as Rourke, no magic.

Muviro: Finds mercenary life to be very suitable since being exiled from his tribe. He does it less so for the money but for the glory and bloodlust. Father of Renavalalona.

Lady Caine: Self-proclaimed, “Queen of Thieves” and pirate extradonier. She is Captain Hook’s only real competition on the piracy front leaving a lot of punch-punch kiss tension between them. Many suspect that she is CJ’s bio mom since they share the same manipulativeness, “devil may care” attitude and self-centeredness. However she has no time for any child-rearing, and leaves James to do whatever neglectful work.

Gaston: Another mercenary that does it for the glory rather than the money. He needs something to do since his hunting days are over. Unfortunately he has not won a lot of admirers on the Isle for his chauvinistic attitude (Bad move considering that many of the women have actual powers). Father of Gaston Jr. Gaston the Second, Gil, Gaston (IV) the Great and Cosette.

Shan Yu: Finds himself very low being part of a mercenary gang instead of invading foreign countries. But it does provide some thrill that he can work on his own and make his homicides as bloody as he wants them to be.

Sa’Luk: Former “King of the Thieves,” Sa’Luk uses his mercenary work to get rid of his excess energy and anger towards his enemies. He joins Rourke in pilfering from Jafar’s shops and has a penchant for shiny gold trinkets.

Lt. Col. Jean Staquait: Former French officer and best to hire when you need someone to torture prisoners.

Authority Figures: Villains who are used to have some amount of power in more domestic/civilian pursuits. Pretty much like big corporations that constantly drain the other villains of cash, small trinkets, food and whatever other valuables are on the Isle.

Queen Saleen: One of the most malevolent mermaid, well only mermaid on the Isle. She spends most of her time in the Isle’s waters, avoiding the annoying two legged people. She is often in some sort of feud with Ursula.

Lady Tremaine: Guardian to Anthony Tremaine. Lady is getting on with her years and remains more or less infirmed in her house with a dozen grandchildren. She runs her house with an iron fist and is the most vocal on the Isle in support of child labor. She misses her days of richness and convenes with other elder women about how low they have fallen.

Medusa: Just like she did before the Isle, Medusa owns a pawn shop that is on a constant losing streak to Jafar’s so she has opened a small casino next to it too. She rather delusionally considers herself to be an entrepreneur and tries to work with those higher up in the social ladder to get more money herself.

Cruella De’Vil: While she spends most of her time tending to her furs and car and drinking, when she is sober she tries her hand at fashion design as in the olden days. She works closely with Lady Tremaine and Medusa.

Prince Hans: More or less the least-adjusted to the Isle with his loss of kingdom, servants and anyone gullible enough to believe his lies or manipulations. He is in close cahoots with Mozenrath and bought Drizella as his mistress. Father to Lars, his only son and heir since Stalyan refuses to ruin her figure again.

Sheriff of Nottingham: Serves as the Isle’s one man police force and a sucky job at that as he lets his henchmen squad do most of the work while he serves as trial judge and executioner with the Queen of Hearts: She works a bit on the judicial system, mainly the one who suggests the executions. She can also be found bringing most of the cases to court against henchmen who have wronged her or disobeyed her Tea Shop’s rules.

Captain Hook: The sole owner and commander of the coasts of the Isle while Ursula controls its seas. He is still as obsessive as ever about Peter Pan, his hand and crocodiles and can be found frequenting bars and other brawling areas on the Isle where his hook serves as a nasty weapon. Father of Harriet, Harry and CJ.

Gov. Ratcliff: The only one on the Isle that deals with paperwork. Sort of a treasurer of sorts. Not so much in organizing it but guarding it with his life and spends his time staring longingly at the piles wishing it were genuine gold than copper coins. Claude Frollo: Father of Claudine. Maintains his strict preaching and inflaming others against sin and towards prejudice. But he also tends to lose his inhibitions more and is a regular at the brothels of the Isle late at night. No woman has replaced his lust for Esmeralda though. Claudette seems to becoming close to that though.

Stalyan: Hans’ wife and Lady Caine’s part-time lover which drives Prince Hans crazy. She has her eyes on one thing and one thing only, money and bad boys that make her look good. She has no real ambitions of her own and depends on her father, the Baron, to give her what she wants. Mother of Lars.

Regular Citizens: Citizens that hold no sort of power and are pretty much everyone’s punching bags.

Morgana: Morgana would have been put part of the coven, but her sister, Ursula forbade it. Besides everyone knows that Ursula is far more powerful and talented than her sister. Instead Morgana is blackballed from any real position of respect and takes care of Ursula’s restaurant when she is away.

Marina Del Ray: Since losing her job to Sebastian she has become the Madam of the Isle’s seaside brothels, using the money to spiffy up her gaudy wardrobe.

The Bimbettes: Claudette (red dress) used to be Gaston’s gf but left him after he tried to “throw away” their daughter, Cosette, to try for a boy. She has since then been seen with the likes of Prince Hans, Mozenrath and Frollo. Laurette (yellow dress), the mother of Gastons 1-3 is Gaston’s favorite. Paulette (green dress), Gaston’s official wife is more or less his servant/punching bag and mother to Gil.

Drizella Tremaine: Since she couldn’t be married to Prince Hans, she has settled for being his mistress whenever he and Stalyan have a fight. A thankless position since she regularly bends over (literally and metaphorically) to his will and gets discarded like trash every time.

Lefou and Smee: Live together and own a kinda profitable gun and fishing shack. By far the best parents on the Isle due to their goofy more sympathetic natures.

Jasper and Horace: Still devoted henchmen of Cruella, they serve as secretaries, gophers and all manner of assistance to her. Fathers to Jace and Harold.

Ivy De’Vil: Mother of Diego, is the brains behind Cruella’s beauty designs since she isn’t drunk all the time. Can be considered one of the better mothers on the Isle.

Animals: No explanation needed

Scar, Zira, Shere Khan, Sabor, Benzai, Ed and Shenzi, Tublat, Hista

Couples: Captain Hook and Lady Caine (fight-hate sex rivalry. Child- CJ)

Lady Caine and Stalyan (with-benefits)

Stalyan and Prince Hans (Married. Child- Lars)

Prince Hans and Drizella (affair, possibly Dizzy?)

Mozenrath and Hans (Hans swears it was an accident. Or he was too drunk. Or it was magic)

Lady Caine and Hans (Revenge against Stalyan)

Queen Grimhilde and Prince Hans (One night stand)

Ursula and Dr. Facilier (fling, potentially Freddie and Uma)

Frollo and Claudette (with-benefits)

Gaston and Laurette (Affair/borderline married. Children- Gaston Jr. Gaston the Second, Gaston (IV) the Great)

Gaston and Paulette (Married. Child- Gil)

Lefou and Paulette (Lefou deux, drunken night of pity sex because Gaston’s treatment of them)

Smee and Lefou (Couple. Adopted Sammy)

Ivy De’Vil and Frollo (One night stand. Child-Diego)

Mozonroth and Morgaine Le Fey (Fling)

Clayton and Helga Sinclair (co-workers with benefits)

Queen La and Muviro (Married and dumped. Children- Ranavalalona. Musala, Taytu Betuvira, and unnamed, deceased)

Queen La and Clayton (Fling- Leopold, deceased)

Queen La and Gaston (Fling. Children-Amina and Shaka, deceased)

Queen La and Rourke (Fling. Child- Euware, deceased)

Queen La and Mozonroth (Fling. Child-Sarounia, deceased)

Shan Yu and Sa’Luk (Once- There’s no straight men in the trenches)

#disney descendants #disney villains #winner’s curse #bts #inspiration #my fanfic #world building

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xseaxwitchx · 7 years

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First Time at Ollivander’s

Look at my late ass again. Oh well, time is everyone’s enemy. Anyway, here’s yet another of my contributions. This one is for Day 7: Pre-Hogwarts Years for Snape Appreciation Month. FYI: I consider getting his things for Hogwarts pre-Hogwarts because I’m a little too technical for my own good sometimes. (And the fact that I would have too much of a field day with thinking about any earlier childhood. I’m planning on a fic for that.) It depends on interpretation. Meh. @snapeloveposts

Title: First Time at Ollivander’s

Word Count: 1981 (Shit, that was NOT intentional but irony, my friends)

Summary: Eileen and Severus take a visit to Ollivander’s to get Severus his first wand for Hogwarts (because I would get way too fucking carried away with an entire day at Diagon Alley, tbh)

A/N: Like I said, timing is up for interpretation. Some of this is based on my personal headcanons (like Tobias’ dialect and implied (?) abuse) but then again, at least one of those is generally accepted so...without further ado, enjoy!

The travel into central London was everything but comfortable: people would constantly stare at them, recoil if either of them got too close. Unfortunately, Eileen was offered money and asked if she and her boy were homeless on more than one occasion. She refused the money, knowing what Tobias would do if he found out she gained extra money from going into central London. She, knowing that he would be upset no matter what, told him that she and Severus were going to gather his school supplies for Hogwarts. That was a nasty fight last night, Eileen sporting bruises on her upper arms and around her ribcage. Severus was also sporting bruises in relatively the same areas, but they were covered, so no one knew.

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, a couple of patrons looked up at them, taken aback by their poor state. Eileen prayed that no one would ask questions as she threw weary smiles at each person that dared make eye contact. Severus was taking in the dingy pub, the hearty patrons, the warm, crackling fire in the hearth the completed the homely feel of the place. He looked on in wonder, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he followed his mother, still clutching hand. Thankfully, they made it out of the pub and into the back without disturbance. She tapped the bricks in the correct order to reveal a bustling alleyway without, it seemed to Severus, walking room.

“Now, Sev, my dear, since I can no longer carry you, I’m asking you to hold tightly onto my hand and to not let go, not even the slightest. If you feel that we are going to be separated, hold on harder and push through; ‘s all you can do,” Eileen told Severus as she bent down to eye-level, squeezing his shoulders to show her sincerity of words. Severus has always been short for his age, and now is no exception. He has always been scrawny as well, which never was in his favor when it came to his father or the other neighborhood boys. Constant fights which Severus would lose, ending those days with a sore bottom and, “Off ter bed, ye bloody sissy! I asked fer a boy an’ I git a girl! Bloody fucking shame, ye are!”

Severus nodded a reassurance to his mother, taking her hand and following her into the bustling crowd. It wasn’t nearly as bad as his mother made it out to be, and maybe that was due to most intentionally moving a little farther from them, gawking at their state.

From what Severus could make out, there were shops for everything; he spotted a sweets shop, a robes store, a pet store, and so much more that flashed before his eyes as his mother kept a steady pace ahead. They both ended in front of Ollivander's and thankfully, it was desolate. Not a soul was in there, save for Ollivander. Eileen looked down at her boy, took a deep breath, then pushed the door open, the ringing of a bell on top signalling their entrance.

Eileen cleared her throat a bit, then called out, “Mr. Ollivander, are ye in today?” A rustling was heard from the back right of the store, followed by a crash and a, “Fucking hell!” A white-haired man with questionable fashion and eccentric eyes made his way to the front of the store. Finally noticing Eileen and Severus. He remembered his expletive. “I apologize for my strong language earlier. Anyway, how are you doing Eileen? And I’m safe to assume this is your son?” Ollivander asked, gesturing to the boy who let go of his mother’s hand and took curiosity in a table to the left of the store front. Eileen’s face was plastered with a fake smile, one she put on when she had to speak to her boss, and replied, “In all honesty, I could be better. And yes, that’s my son, Severus. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to make a full payment on his wand upfront, it would have to be a long span of time.” Eileen regarded her son with genuine love, a real smile tugging on her lips as he became confused as to why the drawer wouldn’t open. She turned her attention back to Ollivander as he began to speak. “Oh, don’t worry about paying. No, no, no, no, no, no; it’ll be on me. And I will not, under any circumstance, take ‘No’ for an answer. Now, boy, come here so I can see what wand would suit you best.” Severus’ head snapped up and he stopped tugging on the handle. He looked at Ollivander with guarded curiosity, carefully making his way to the enthusiastic old man. Eileen was standing off to the side quietly, watching the scene unfold. Severus has always been a bright one, never quite trusting anyone of first meeting them; understandably, of course, from what goes on at home.

Ollivander soaked in the young boy’s curious brown, almost black, eyes, greasy black locks that framed his face, his clothing, and his general persona. Ollivander made a sound of curiosity that formed in the back of his throat, reverberating throughout the store. He smirked, making haste to the very back of his store, taking a few minutes to dig through his tediously stacked wands.

While he was busy doing that, Eileen made her way over to her son, absent-mindedly running her bony fingers through his greasy hair. Severus found this comforting as he closed his eyes and remembered the rare nights she got to do that without fear of his father to ruin it. “Hey, Sev, what do you think of the old man?” Eileen asked her son gently. Severus opened his eyes, craning his neck up to look at his mother, who wasn’t very tall either, as her hand rested on the nape of his neck. “He’s a bit weird, but I like ‘im. He’s nice. He’s trustworthy. Yeah, I like ‘im, why ma?” replied Severus, a slightly apprehensive look on his face. Eileen let out an amused breath at his confusion.

“Oh, I was just asking because it’s hard to find good people to trust these days, ‘s all,” Eileen answered.

“Did you get your wand from him, too, ma?” Severus’ look of apprehension was replaced with one of curiosity that would not be satisfied without an answer. Eileen was about to reply when Ollivander beat her to it. “Of course she got her wand from me! There is no finer wandmaker in Britain that Ollivander’s and saying so is an insult to my products! Now, let’s see here. Try this one.” Ollivander took the wand from its case and held it out to Severus who took it and stared at it, thinking What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with it?

“Well, go on; give it a wave. Just a little one, like so,” Ollivander stated as he observed the confusion on Severus’ face. Ollivander made a little swishing movement with his right hand to demonstrate what to do. Severus copied him, and a lamp in the right corner of the store front exploded into shards of green and yellow. Eileen jumped, as did Severus, who clung to his mother without missing a beat. Ollivander took in this odd behavior, unbothered by the exploding lamp because he became used to it; he wondered what made these two act as they did. “Well then, that one is definitely not it. If you would be so kind as to hand it back to me, Severus, I’ll go get the other one that was on my mind earlier,” Ollivander spoke up. Severus looked up at Eileen, who patted his back as if to say that’s okay. He proceeded to detach himself from his mother, handed over the wand, then went back to her, not quite clinging to her, but close enough to hide in less than a second. Severus wasn’t too much of a timid child, but after knowing what an apparently wrong wand can do and the fear of his father somehow finding out, he risked nothing at the moment.

“Ah, here we are. Beautiful, isn’t it?” Ollivander quipped as he came back a minute later. He repeated his actions from earlier, Severus following in suit. He gave this particular wand a wave, and this time, a quill that was sitting on Ollivander’s desk began to gently float, tickling the boy’s cheek, eliciting a little laugh from his tiny body, producing a gentle smile from his mother that was full of pure love, and from Ollivander, an enthusiastic smile and clap of the hands. “You’ve found your wand! I’ve still got it even though I am 73 years old. Now,” he looked back at the boy with his hand held out, “if you give me your wand, I can tie it up and then it can officially be yours.”

Severus placed the wand into Ollivander’s hand, barely containing his excitement. He was finally able to call something his. For as long as he could remember, he had nothing to claim as his own; everything was a hand-me-down of some sort, and even his own bed wasn’t actually his bed, his father made that clear enough the first time Severus dared called it his own.

“Mam, I’m finally getting something of my own! I don’t have to share it, and Da can’t claim it to be his because he’s a muggle! He has no magic!” exclaimed Severus. This was the happiest Eileen had ever seen her boy in so long, it made her heart ache.

Ollivander finished wrapping up the wand, then gave it to Severus who took it all too gladly. “Thank you, sir! Thank you so much! I’ll never forget you!”

“That’s a fine boy you’ve got there,” said Ollivander, facing Eileen as Severus busied himself with inspecting the ribbon that kept the two pieces of the box together.

“Are you sure I don’t have to pay? It feels so wrong on my end considering I didn’t have to pay for mine when I was 11 nor when I was 16,” Eileen voiced.

“Child,” stated Ollivander as he took hold of her left shoulder over the counter and looked into her eyes, smiling, “your payment is bringing me joy here in my shop today from your son. I’ve seen so many over boys and girls extremely happy when they got their wands, but there’s something extraordinary about Severus and his joy and happiness. I know you may not trust me too much or want nothing to do with me other than supply your son a wand or two, because you know wands change with age, but if there is anything bothering you, feel free to write or visit. You’re not looking your best; you look worse than when you came last.”

“I...I really can’t--”

“Please.” That one word held so much weight in the ensuing silence that Severus dared to look up and switch his focus between the tearful eyes of his mother or the sad ones of the kind gentleman.

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