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evanesdust · 8 months

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maybe it's intuition (but some things you just don't question)

written for the @sterekweekly word prompt: threshold

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Established Relationship, Alpha Derek Hale, Explicit Sexual Content, Knotting, Mating Bites Summary:

…the one where Derek knotted and claimed Stiles as his mate.

Derek pressed Stiles against the closest wall as soon as the front door slammed shut behind the sheriff. They were finally alone. Not that Derek had been in a rush for the sheriff to leave. They were heading back to school in the morning, and he knew Stiles would miss his dad, so he'd been patient all day. Even with Stiles smelling absolutely delectable—the spicy scent of his arousal hanging heavy in the air all day.

Christ.

Didn't Stiles realize how hard it was to maintain control when all Derek could think about was rubbing all over him? And Derek had great fucking control! Usually. Just not where Stiles was concerned, though he'd done a pretty good job of not rutting up against Stiles while the sheriff had been home.

Now though…

Now Derek ran his nose up the side of Stiles's neck, inhaling that scent that drove him crazy. That made him want to fall to his knees and worship the ground Stiles walked on. His gums tingled, and Derek was careful with his fangs as he mouthed over where he hoped to claim Stiles. The thought sent a rush of pleasure through him. Apparently, through Stiles, too, if the way he shivered was any indication.

"Do it." Stiles's words came out shaky. Breathy. Like it had taken everything in him to say it. Not because he didn't want it but because he wanted it so badly. Derek knew he did. It was evident in the flush on his skin, the hitch of his breath, and the hardened desire in his eyes—eyes that probably mirrored Derek's own in intensity. They'd also talked about it incessantly, so Derek knew how much Stiles wanted it.

Still, they'd only been together for a few months, so he needed to be sure it wasn't too soon.

"Now? Are you sure?" he asked, amazed his voice came out steady, even if it was a little husky.

"I love you. I want you to claim me. Make me yours," Stiles said with a nod before biting his bottom lip. He always did that, making Derek want to bite it, too. God, he looked so good with his lips all swollen like that, spit-slicked from hours of kissing. Some days, that was all they did. They'd lie in bed and just make out. Okay, more than make out. They honestly couldn't keep their hands off each other or stop from rutting against each other, making each other come in so many different ways.

The only thing Derek hadn't done was knot him. Yet. He'd wanted to save that because he knew he wouldn't be able to knot Stiles without biting him and—

Fuck!

Why was Derek just standing there instead of taking Stiles upstairs and finally claiming him?

So he did just that. He reached down and lifted Stiles up, urging Stiles's legs around his waist. He ground against him once, twice, three times before spinning around and marching toward the stairs.

Derek was a man on a mission as he took the stairs two at a time, and it was definitely a feat because Stiles also seemed like he was on a mission to drive Derek crazy. Kissing him. Writhing against him. Baring his neck. Running his hands up Derek's chest.

As soon as they crossed the threshold of Stiles's room, Derek kicked the door shut, rushed across the room, and threw Stiles onto his bed, climbing over him. The room was illuminated in a soft glow from the lamp on his nightstand, and Derek didn't bother turning it off before rucking Stiles's shirt up with his nose, breathing in his scent. Mouthing at his stomach and chest. Licking his nipples until they were pebbled. Until Stiles was panting, thrusting up against him, not-so-silently begging for more with every groan, whimper, and moan.

And Derek couldn't possibly deny him. No. Derek wanted to give Stiles everything. So he sat back on his haunches and yanked his shirt over his head.

Stiles wet his bottom lip, propping himself up on his elbows. "Fuck. You are so unfair."

Derek chuckled. God, Stiles was ridiculous. He always made it so obvious that he thought Derek was hot, and usually, Derek hated it when people did that. He hated being objectified, but this was Stiles. Derek knew it was more than that for Stiles. Stiles wasn't with him because he was hot. It was just a benefit. Just like Derek wasn't with Stiles just because he was hot. And Stiles was.

Fuck, he was the most beautiful person Derek had ever seen.

So Derek told him just that. "I'm unfair? Fuck, Stiles. Look at you."

Derek trailed his fingers over Stiles's stomach, through the thatch of hair that led under the waistband of his pants, letting out a low growl. He loved rubbing his face there. Loved the way Stiles couldn't contain himself at the sensation. Loved the way his stomach contracted, the way his scent only grew stronger as his cock leaked.

"You are so gorgeous," Derek said, leaning down and running his nose over Stiles's groin. He could smell Stiles's precome, knew there'd be a damp spot on his boxers that he just had to taste. So he deftly undid the button on Stiles's pants, dragging them down his legs and throwing them over the side of the bed. His underwear was next—Stiles's cock slapping against his belly when Derek pulled them off.

Stiles was hard, so fucking hard. And there was something indecent about him lying there naked except for his shirt rucked up to his armpits with his hands fisted in the sheets.

Chest heaving.

Cheeks flushed.

Derek sat there, staring at his nearly naked body, drinking up the sight like water in a desert. He had to get himself under control enough so he wasn't shifted anymore. He didn't want to hurt Stiles and was so desperate for a taste of him—a definite incentive.

Especially when Stiles begged so prettily. "Derek, please."

Stiles's heart beat like crazy, kicking up even faster when Derek finally sucked him down. The muscles in his thighs contracted, and Derek could tell he was holding back from thrusting. Derek couldn't help but smile. It was so considerate, and usually, Derek would tell him to give in, to let go and just take what he wanted, fuck his face until Stiles was coming, but this was different. Derek wanted Stiles to come on his knot. To come when Derek finally claimed him and was buried so deep inside him, marking him in more ways than one.

It seemed like that was what Stiles wanted, too, because the bed shifted, and when Derek looked up, Stiles was reaching over for his nightstand where he kept his lube. There was a clatter, and then Stiles chucked it over, the bottle hitting Derek's shoulder. An adorably embarrassed expression crossed Stiles's gorgeous face.

"I'm so sorry!" Stiles exclaimed before falling back on the bed with a groan.

Derek chuckled, not the least bit upset. Not when he was so worked up himself. Desperate. So he popped the cap, slicking his fingers up, and then teased them down Stiles's crease. He ran two fingers around Stiles's hole before pressing one in, loving the way Stiles clenched around him and the encouraging moan he let out.

He knew Stiles wanted more when he spread his legs farther apart and pulled his knees back, fully exposing himself to Derek. Derek's pulse raced. His cock throbbed, somehow growing harder, which was damn near painful since he still had his pants on. But he couldn't make himself stop, not even to free himself. Not when Stiles made the most beautiful sounds—every breathy little pant and throaty moan going straight to Derek's dick.

One finger became two, two fingers became three, and then Stiles tugged on Derek's hair, so Derek pulled away. When their eyes met, Derek knew Stiles was ready. His cheeks were ruddy, eyes glazed over with lust, hair in complete disarray, probably from pulling it as he writhed around the bed.

"I need you," Stiles begged, and Derek kissed the inside of Stiles's thighs before crawling up the bed and hovering over him.

Stiles cupped the back of Derek's neck, his thumb creating circles on Derek's skin that exploded through his body as Stiles pulled him down into a heated kiss.

"Pants," Stiles mumbled against his lips. His hands trailed down Derek's back to his ass, fingers digging into his skin as he tried to push Derek's pants off.

Derek worked one hand between them, popping the button on his jeans and working the fly open to help him. It took a lot longer than it should have, but they refused to let go of each other long enough to get his pants down the easy way.

But then Derek was naked, and it was warm skin against warm skin. Stiles hooked his legs around Derek's waist. Derek hauled him up, wrapping his arms around Stiles after helping get his shirt off. Devouring him as he licked into Stiles's mouth and moaned at the brush of Stiles's tongue against his.

Stiles's fingers threaded through Derek's hair, and he rocked against him, his hole rubbing against Derek's rock-hard cock.

Derek broke the kiss long enough to mutter, "Condom?"

They'd talked about it before, and Stiles hadn't wanted to use condoms since Derek couldn't carry any diseases, but Derek still wanted to ask just in case Stiles had changed his mind. But Stiles shook his head.

Derek laid him back down, taking a moment to steady himself since his head was spinning. He pulled in a long breath, inhaling Stiles's scent. This wasn't just a quick fuck to get off, so Derek didn't want to rush things. He wanted this to be special. So he blew out a breath and propped himself up on his forearms to stare down at Stiles.

"I love you. So much," Derek whispered.

The smile that appeared on Stiles's lips was like a sunrise. It started slowly, with just the corners of his mouth tilting a bit until it widened, lighting up the whole room.

"And I love you." Stiles cupped Derek's face, his touch gentle. Almost reverent. As if Derek were the most precious thing to him. It made Derek's heart thump wildly against his ribcage to know that Stiles loved him so much and with such tenderness.

Derek leaned back in, trailing kisses along Stiles's neck and collarbone as Stiles sighed, the sound full of contentment.

"Derek," Stiles sighed again, his fingers trailing down to linger on Derek's waist, "I need you. Now."

Derek gave a small, nervous chuckle but reached for the lube, slicking his cock up before positioning himself at Stiles's hole. His hands shook. Fuck, his entire body vibrated with excitement. He was so amped up for what they were about to do. But before he pressed in, he caught Stiles's eyes and asked once more, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, God...please," Stiles moaned, head thrown back as his hips bucked against Derek. "It's all I've thought about since you first said you wanted to claim me. I want it. I want you. I'm yours."

And that was all it took before Derek pushed forward, entering Stiles with a slow slide that had Stiles gripping the sheets again.

"Slow, slow," Derek murmured, stilling once he was all the way inside, giving Stiles time to adjust to him. Every flex and shift of Stiles's body underneath Derek sent shivers up his spine, and his heart pounded at every small gasp and moan that Stiles let out. Nothing had ever sounded so perfect.

Derek stayed buried in Stiles, drinking in the moment until Stiles's hands moved from the sheets, gripping Derek's shoulders, signaling him to move.

"Yes..." Stiles breathed as Derek pulled out and pushed back in.

Stiles's eyes were on him. Soft, trusting, and so heavy with desire and love that Derek's throat closed up at the wave of emotion passing through him. His gut twisted, knowing he could make Stiles feel this way. Make him gasp and writhe like this.

"I love you," Derek said. Repeated like a mantra, "I love you, I love you, I love you," peppering kisses anywhere he could reach.

It had been so easy to fall for Stiles. To love him. And Derek could only wish he'd paid more attention when he was younger and they were in high school together. They could have been together sooner. Had this sooner. Because since getting together, there had never been a time when they had to try to fit together. It had just always worked—from day one.

"Oh, God," Stiles responded, his voice rising by a few decibels to almost a low shout. He arched his back as he cried out, "I love you. God, fuck, I love you so fucking much."

And it was beautiful. He was beautiful.

"Stiles," Derek growled, pushing all the way in again. He paused for another moment, bending down and breathing against the shell of Stiles's ear. "My mate. Mine."

Stiles's response was a beautiful, aching moan, one Derek might have mistaken for pain if he didn't know any better. This was pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Yours," Stiles whispered. "Only yours."

"You feel so good," Derek continued, punctuating the words with tiny kisses and nibbles on Stiles's hot skin. He pulled his hips back, then thrust into Stiles again.

"Fuck, Derek," he cried out between moans that drove Derek crazy.

Derek's body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He was hot and breathless, focused only on Stiles's body as they rocked together.

"Touch me," Stiles said. His voice was deep and ragged in a way Derek had never heard before. "Please. I need more."

Derek reached between them, fisting Stiles's cock and stroking him with every thrust. "I've got you."

Stiles's back arched off the bed again, pleasure washing over his face, so Derek repeated his movements, angling to hit that spot inside Stiles, making his fingers spasm and his mouth fall open in a silent cry.

God, Derek never wanted this to end, but he was already so close. And then their pace picked up, Stiles digging his heels into Derek's ass, spurring him on. Hearts racing, breathing rough. Derek was lost, completely absorbed in Stiles. Giving everything. Wanting everything. Locked in his own world where nothing else mattered but the two of them.

Derek thrust into him, his groin pushing up against the cushion of Stiles's ass, so hard and soft all at the same time. He met Stiles's gaze and saw the silent command in his eye—come for me—there was no holding back any longer, so he let go.

It came over him stronger than ever, a tidal wave of sensation coming from deep within him. The base of Derek's cock swelled, and it was only two thrusts before he couldn't pull out again, coming deep inside Stiles. Filling him as Stiles squeezed tight around him, as if he were trying to coax every last drop out of Derek.

As he ground against Stiles, riding out wave after wave of his orgasm, Derek's gums tingled and his fangs dropped. So he buried his face against the crook of Stiles's neck. He tasted like sweat, and his body was so responsive, trembling at Derek's touch. Those trembles turned to shudders of pleasure when Derek bit down hard.

All at once, it was as if something had snapped into place. Their bond. A connection so bright, so powerful. Beautiful as a sense of completion and rightness engulfed him, and Derek knew he had found his home, his everything in Stiles. Derek's emotions ran high, spilling over in tears down his cheeks.

Stiles met Derek's tears with his own, going still for a moment as he came hard over Derek's hand and onto their stomachs. After a few moments, his body relaxed, and he lazily circled his hips, smearing his warm release between them. The sight was raw, intimate, and Derek didn't think he'd ever get enough of it.

"The connection," Stiles gasped, chest heaving as he panted for breath. He clung onto Derek, his nails digging into his back. "It's...overwhelming."

"I know." Derek wanted to say more, but words failed him. Nothing seemed enough. Instead, he did the only thing he could do—wrap his arms tighter around Stiles and let his lips speak for him, kissing Stiles deeply and with everything he had.

When he was breathless, he pulled back and pressed their foreheads together. A silent promise, a connection that stretched deeper than the physical.

Stiles raked his fingers through Derek's hair. His eyes were unfocused as he stared lovingly at Derek before speaking again, "This is more than I ever dreamed of."

"I know." Derek nodded. He never thought he could feel this content, this happy. But Stiles made it so easy. With a soft chuckle, he captured Stiles's lips again—careful, not wanting to break the afterglow.

The room was filled with the scent of them, of sex and sweat. And love. It was intoxicatingly perfect. It was alive. Derek looked at Stiles, mesmerized by the glow of his skin in the dim light, the peace on his face, and the lazy, content smile on his lips.

This was everything. He was everything.

"Love you," Stiles murmured sleepily, his fingers idly tracing patterns on Derek's back.

His eyes flickered shut, the quiet hum of satisfaction vibrating from his chest to Derek's, and all Derek could do was hold him tighter, whispering tender 'I love you's until they were lost in the rhythm of each other's breathing. Perfectly caught in the moment. In love.

#sterek #sterekweeklythreshold #holy shit i wrote something

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year

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Hi!

First wanted to say I love the wereroomies series!! You’re doing a great job!!

Second, small lil headcannon if you don’t mind. I know Channie’s gf is thick/curvy. And while her self confidence is normally impeccable, there are days when it gets to her cause she doesn’t look like what media wants. You can’t tell me Chan wouldn’t be behind her in the mirror helping her with her routine leading her through mantras to herself.

hooo hooo hoo, anon. you're so smart and sexy, honestly.

i'm glad you're enjoying wereroomies ! your headcanon inspired me, so i wrote this. it's barely proof-read (i went over it like, once), but since it came out of my system i figured i should share it with you all !

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: use of the word fat (not in a derogatory way. we must destigmatise the word fat and i'll stand by this til i die sdjfbsdhjkf), references to 13 going 30, discussion of body image.

“This is bullshit…” You threw your pair of jeans on the bed, huffing and swearing away as if the thing had burnt your skin.

What a fucking week. First, the coffee machine at work broke. Second, your favourite undergarments store closed for good. And third, your favourite pair of jeans just ripped at the crotch, right where your thighs rubbed against one another. The universe was clearly testing your patience and that self-assurance you’d worked so hard for.

“Baby?” Chris peeked from the door of your bedroom, looking incredibly puzzled–not like you could notice much anyway, since you were pulling clothes out of your closet like a mad person. “Are you… Good?”

“No, I’m not fucking good”, your reply was maybe a bit harsher than how you would usually address your boyfriend, but you couldn’t really measure your words right now. “I’m pissed! Why does it have to be like this?”

You kept grumbling to yourself, pulling jeans after jeans from your closet, dropping them on the floor, trying to find a pair that would fit you like the ones that just ripped. None would, though. You knew that already. That was why these were stored here, untouched. None would hold your tummy like those did, none would make your ass look as good, none would hug your waist and your hips as well as those did.

“Hey…” Chris spoke softly, walking close to where you had dropped your pile of clothes. “Talk to me?”

You huffed, annoyed, dejected, defeated by the weights of society you so desperately tried to pretend didn’t exist. “Why? Tell me why the universe decided to make me fat in a world where fat people can’t even find proper jeans to fit us, huh? It’s bullshit…”

Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, and you just huffed again, slightly annoyed. What would he know? He wasn’t only a male, but also a male in shape, handsome, surely personally sculpted by whichever wolf deity werewolves worshipped.

You started gathering your jeans from the floor, just as Chris took a look at the entire room, his eyes finally landing on the pair you had dropped on the bed earlier. He walked to them, taking them in his hands and examining them closely. Ultimately, he heaved a sigh once you dropped your pile of denim on the bed, fully intending to try them all on, even when you knew none of them would fit. They never did.

“Babe, come here…” Chris took a hold of your hand, his soft caresses on your thumb did ease you a bit, but you still felt infuriated by the entire thing.

Pulling you close, he sat on the bed, right in front of your full-length mirror, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Chris could withstand your weight with zero difficulty, you knew this already, he’d carried you and thrown you around like a ragdoll countless times.

Hell, he’d often ask you to sit on him, borderline begging, so of course you knew he could most definitely hold your weight, but today you were particularly apprehensive about it, and it must’ve shown on your face, because he gave you his sad puppy eyes, with his sad puppy pout, and honestly, you were convinced this man must’ve studied the art of persuasion with the secret services, the intelligence service, or even fucking Kingsman.

With a sigh, you plopped yourself on his lap, letting his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close.

“I’m sorry, baby”, you mumbled against the skin of his neck, placing a quick kiss there. “I’m all grumpy today… You know I can usually stand these things, but today…”

“Don’t apologise, pretty”, Chris threaded his fingers in your hair, softly massaging your scalp in soothing motions. “It happens”.

“Mmm…” You pulled away from his neck, pouting. He chuckled softly once he took a good look at your face, pecking your lips until that pout disappeared from your face, until you were smiling and giggling.

With one final kiss, he patted your hip, a silent request for you to turn in his lap. “C’mon, let’s do that thing you do, yeah? The mirror thing?”

With his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, and pressing kisses on your cheek, you looked at yourself in the mirror–admittedly a bit hard to focus on yourself when you had your incredibly warm boyfriend smothering your face and neck with kisses.

One thing you learnt while you grew up, while you tried to find comfort in your own skin, was how the way you talked about yourself affected your self-confidence. People failed to realise how strong one’s words could be, so when you took notice of this, you started to change the way you referred to your own body, and honestly, it did help immensely.

“C’mon, pretty baby…” Chris mumbled, unravelling his arms from around your waist, shamelessly starting to caress your body. “Twenty…”

“Flirty, and thriving”, you continued the phrase, stolen from one of your favourite movies. You had been updating the decade as you aged, and it was honestly comical how much comfort it brought you.

“Mm, good, good. I’m…?” Chris attached his lips to your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, admittedly distracting you way more than helping, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

“The baddest bitch”, you sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips against your skin.

“Open your eyes, babe. Say it with your whole chest”, Chris chuckled, squeezing your thighs.

You swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth. “I’m the baddest bitch”.

“What else?”

“I’m hot as fuck”, you added, following the movement of Chris’ hands around your body, sounding a bit less steady than you should have. “Scrumptious. Full of love…”

“And?”

“Society can kiss my ass”, you finished, sighing at the feel of your boyfriend’s hands kneading your lower belly under your t-shirt.

“C’mon, one more time. All of it”, he whispered, so close to your ear you felt the fine hairs at your nape stand on end.

“I’m twenty, flirty, and thriving. I’m the baddest bitch, scrumptious, full of love, and society can kiss my fat ass”, it was a silly little phrase, but the more you said it, the more you believed it.

“That’s it, baby. You are all of those things and more”, Chris sounded genuinely satisfied, and it made you smile just at how supportive of your silly little ritual he could be. “Can I kiss your fat ass, too?”

You laughed at that, turning in his hold, straddling him and resting your arms on his shoulders, holding him close. “Of course you can, babes. You can kiss me anywhere you want”.

“Anywhere I want?” Cupping your rear, he squeezed your buttcheeks, attaching his lips to your neck immediately.

“Anywhere”, you confirmed, sighing in content at the feel of his plump lips on your skin.

“Mmm…” Chris hummed, pressing a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips, kissing you deeply. “Then I will. And later, if you want, we can go around the city to get you a new pair of jeans. After we drop these ones to get repaired, of course”.

“Repaired?” You pulled back, looking him in the eyes, incredulous.

“I know a place”, Chris shrugged, sneaking his hands under your tee and dragging his arms up and down your sides, generously squishing your soft flesh. “It’s really easy to destroy clothes when you have supernatural strength, baby. We need to get thrifty”.

With a chuckle, you pushed on his chest, and Chris immediately let his body fall on the bed with the motion. Leaning into him, you attached your lips to his, revelling in his satisfied hum as soon as you rested your body weight on him and kissed him deeply.

also figured i'd tag anyone that wants to be tagged in my wereroomies instalments, if you don't want to be tagged in little ask responses like these let me know !

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sevensistersofsussex · 20 days

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Hi! Passing the question back! What are 3 moments you’d rewrite for Elena. (Though universally I think everyone would throw that sirebond plot out 🥴)

Honestly the sirebond plot as a device doesn't bother me as much as how they choose to portray it both with Tyler and Elena as if they blamed both of them for being sired.

But here we go:

Elena Dies

In season 2, Elena should have stayed dead longer. The sacrifice her biological dad made should have failed and ultimately meant nothing. The shock of it would have been spectacular and great for story telling reasons. Stefan not only leaves with Klaus to save his brother but also because he can't stand to be in Mystic Falls. Let that death really impact the story and the other characters. Yes, she had vampire blood in her system but let's say for plot reasons the blood is out of her system by the time Klaus comes to kill her.

She stays dead until Klaus or someone figures out that he needs her blood to make hybrids. And when he resurrects her, she comes back Different and Wrong. She was at peace and she was ripped from that peace (like Buffy).

The Horrific Reality of the Sirebond

Season 6, she's depressed about Damon dead (not as much about Bonnie which never sits right). But then we find out, it's not strictly because of how much she missed him. It's because the sirebond was never broken. Not from her humanity switch, not from anything. And with the death of her sire, it's dragging her down with him. Literally. The magic is compelling her to death. Everyone recognizes in horror what has been happening to her. It's not Elena who goes to Alaric to have her memories removed. She's too far gone for that. Her friends have to take her kicking and screaming until every last piece is locked away. It's too dangerous to bring those pieces back.

Leaving Mystic Falls

Season 6 (again) ends with Elena and Tyler stripped of their vampirism. Elena drowned so it would be easy for her to be resuscitated instead of the cure. I just didn't like how it was like, oh let's bring that back again and Bonnie had to be the one to go get it and risk getting out of the prison world for what? They are both human again and shit, Klaus could come back for her. Things are going down in Mystic Falls and they need to escape. Tyler, upon losing Liv, agrees to go underground with her. No sleeping curses just them leaving and honestly, if they are going to be gone from TVD let them be gone without the characters having to literally carry her around in a metaphorical and literal box the entire time. Let them be.

HOWEVER

It's Tyler and Elena. Yeah they are on the road for some time together but then they hear about Hayley. Tyler understands what it means and dammit he can't let a threat like that stand against werewolves as a community. He has to do something. And Elena is primed for revenge against Klaus too. He killed so many people they love.

They show up on The Originals ready to be the biggest pains in his side.

#elena gilbert #tvd #cancerian-woman #this was so much fun

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zwy01 · 2 months

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Blood Moon AU!! Part 1 - Nobles

Time for a second major AU yayy!! I’m still working on Millennium AU as usual, though I want to get started on another one that’s been on my mind since years ago but never really got the chance to put on paper.

So here we are. I’m calling this Blood Moon AU. The nobles and werewolves basically have a race swap in an almost brand new setting. Lukedonia and werewolf island still exist; it’s the characters that have changed.

All characters reference their canon counterparts to various degrees. Some are similar or even near identical to the original, while some are vastly different. This could apply to names, looks, personalities, heritage/family, moral alignment… etc. It’s gonna be fun! I’m going to let myself get crazy with this and change things up quite a bit, haha.

As for the story. To be completely honest, at this point I just want to start off this new AU as more of a simple artistic approach. Right now I’m much more interested in designing and drawing the characters rather than writing the story itself. Maybe I’ll come up with something much later but it won’t be nearly as complicated as Millennium AU, and it’ll be fairly straightforward. Even then, I don’t want to rush it so that’s for the future. If I end up liking this new AU more than I do right now, maybe I’ll give the story an honest shot and turn it into more of a long-term project, but time will tell.

(Fyi “Noblesse” does not exist in the world. Too early for details but they either never existed, are a now permanently extinct special type of noble, or they simply peaced out and ditched Earth and returned to their special heavenly realm… etc. Honestly doesn’t matter. In this AU’s setting, they are absent. “Raizel” and his brother do exist but they’re both human. Actual normal human beings, with a normal life, currently students at a normal high school, stuff like that. Just your average human. The trio are also unmodified normal human beings. They are scattered across the world and never meet each other. Basically, unlike their canon counterparts, their existence is minimal and contribute to almost nothing in this universe. It’s weird, I know! That’s just how this AU is set up)

I’m going to split the noble and werewolf characters into two parts. Doing the (originally werewolves) nobles first! Posting the werewolves in a future post aka. part 2.

The characters!

Lucretia Natalina “Lunark” Drosia: Leader of the Drosia Clan. Kendrick’s twin, and on-and-off lovers with Julius. A rather carefree woman who is primarily interested in having fun, and shows little to no concern for the future of Lukedonia as a whole. When it comes to her people, she is a decent Clan Leader and manages her family efficiently. Lucretia’s efforts only apply to her clan, and her interests in other noble affairs are almost nonexistent. She has a habit of ditching meetings and whatnots. Sometimes, she even tries to ignore the Lord’s summons but ends up going anyway because her lovely daughter makes her show up. The only thing that can get Lucretia’s blood pumping with true passion is an offer to spar. Lucretia is an excellent fighter. People have to be very careful to not interrupt her fights unless they want to unleash her wrath, because she hates it when people invite themselves into her business. She also likes to flirt with her opponents during spars. Lucretia has a bit of a weird relationship with Julius, who is the father of her daughter. They seem to have positive feelings for each other, but that’s only when both of them are very bored and have nothing better to do.

Kendrick Tian-Chen “Kentas” Ru: Leader of the Ru Clan. Lucretia’s twin. A prideful, stubborn man who believes that the stronger should rule the weak. Like his sister Lucretia, he likes to fight and enjoys a good spar. Sometimes, people can choose to settle a quarrel with Kendrick by offering to spar with him and he would gladly accept. You can trust him, because he’s a man of his word. No more grudges, no hurt feelings. Done. In a way, he’s quite simple. Unlike his sister, Kendrick does care about the future of Lukedonia. He has a strong moral code of his own, but that can be overridden by his belief of submitting to the strong. That is why Kendrick is extremely loyal to their Lord and never questions him even if the latter makes some controversial decisions. As of now, Kendrick has no children.

Marcus Duruvan “Maduke” Siriana: Leader of the Siriana Clan. Erica’s older brother, and the Lord’s advisor. The only person who truly has everyone’s best interests at heart. You can say he’s the most “good person” leaning guy in this entire AU. Marcus is quite worried about the future under their Lord’s reign. Life is pretty comfortable inside Lukedonia, which is by itself very isolated from the rest of the world. However, Marcus foresees the destruction of planet earth if no one stops the Lord, since the latter doesn’t care about other races and is only concerned with the prosperity of nobles. Though, he doesn’t want to overthrow the Lord and instead wants to convince him to step away from his current path of darkness. He believes there is still hope. Simultaneously, Marcus is secretly gathering followers and supporters who all share his beliefs and formed his own organization. Together they work to transport resources out of Lukedonia and deliver them to humans and werewolves in need because the Lord refuses the share.

Marcus is struggling to plan for the future of the Siriana Clan, in case the Lord gets tired of him and decides to kill him one day for “meddling” too much, because his younger sister Erica is insane and cruel which makes her the worst possible candidate for the next Clan Leader of Siriana. Marcus loves her, but also fears her. He doesn’t know what she is capable of. Marcus is trying to look for ways to bypass his sister and hopefully be able to hand over both his position and Soul Weapon to another pure-blooded Siriana who isn’t his sister.

Marcus had a son, but he was assassinated sometime after his coming-of-age ceremony and now Marcus is once again childless and without an heir. To this day no one can figure out who the culprit is.

Erica Siriana: Marcus’ younger sister, and next-in-line for the position of Siriana Clan Leader. Wife of Lord Maximilian, and mother of Ashlynn. Erica is a ruthless, bloodthirsty woman. She is actually the person who orchestrated her nephew’s assassination. She made sure he was killed, then got rid of his killers, whom she sent, with her own hands. No one is going to suspect a thing and they’ll never find out no matter how hard they try. Erica did this to eliminate brother Marcus’ heir so she can regain her position as first-in-line. She’s been after her nephew ever since he was born, but waited for two whole centuries before doing the deed. To Erica, she’s just getting back what she’s entitled to, which is the full power, control, and privileges of a Clan Leader. Marcus is trying to be discreet but if Erica ever finds out that her brother intends to bypass her and give his position and Soul Weapon to someone else, she might actually just kill him and take over the clan immediately. Erica is truly a terrifying, power-hungry woman who will do anything to reach her goals. She does not care for anyone aside from her daughter Ashlynn and husband Maximilian, whom she genuinely loves. As messed up as Erica is, she is capable of being very loving and committed to whom she treasures. She and her husband are absolutely addicted to each other and he would let her do anything her heart wishes for, even if she continuously breaks Lukedonian laws.

Vivienne Branwen Di Ashlynn: Name means “lively and blessed raven of dreams”. Daughter of Erica Siriana and Lord Maximilian, and the next Lord of Lukedonia. On the surface, Ashlynn isn’t as straightforward as her mother despite their similarities. Ashlynn is just as ruthless and bloodthirsty as Erica, but the former puts on a facade in front of her people and pretends to be a sweet, altruistic future Lord. The perfect angel princess. And she’s very successful at it. Ashlynn is energetic, talkative, and empathetic around her subjects. She always tells them about how she wants her father to teach her power so she can protect not only her subjects, but also people around the world so they don’t have to suffer from hunger and war. In reality, she doesn’t care about any of them and she honestly thinks of them as a burden. They’re nothing more than cockroaches to her, and she’s only doing this because she enjoys deceiving her people and pulling on their puppet strings. She welcomes the love and respect they give her, and at the same time pities them for not knowing better, for she’s had them fooled this entire time. The world is her stage, and she’s the center. Ashlynn only drops her act and returns to her true self around her parents, who not only tolerate, but also accept and even encourage their daughter’s behavior. Well, their entire family is insane. Erica and Maximilian are totally overindulging Ashlynn while being completely aware of the fact that she is just as insane as them with no attempt to correct her, because she’s their little princess and hey, if she wants the world, then they’ll give it to her. Like Erica, Ashlynn doesn’t care about anyone who isn’t her family. Ashlynn loves both of her parents to the moon and back, and she might as well kill anyone who dares to speak ill about either of them. No one is allowed to disrespect them in front of her. Not a single word.

Ashlynn has a crush on Dominic and wants him for herself one day.

Eutimio Friedrich Di Maximilian: Name means “good-spirited and peaceful ruler of the greatest”. The current Lord, husband of Erica Siriana, and father of Ashlynn. Maximilian firmly believes that nobles are the most supreme beings to exist on this planet, and that they have a right to rule over every other species. Humans, werewolves, whatever… well, for now he’ll let them be for as long as they’re still useful. He won’t hesitate to unleash his power on them if he loses his patience. From a world view, Maximilian would be categorized as “evil”, but he doesn’t think of himself as such. In fact, he believes that he is doing good for his people, who are his priority. Which is true from a certain perspective, especially to the nobles who share their Lord’s vision. To them, Lord Maximilian is the greatest Lord in all of noble history. To others who strongly disagree with him, he is the most terrifying and coldblooded Lord in existence. Maximilian is only concerned with the prosperity of Lukedonia and doesn’t quite welcome the idea of distributing resources with the rest of the world. He doesn’t want the nobles to simply exist alongside other species; he’ll make sure the nobles are on the very top of the food chain. Everyone else is irrelevant and they’re all at his mercy. Generally, opinions are very divided and you either side with him, or you don’t. Life is very, very comfortable inside Lukedonia, and indeed, to some nobles, that is all they care about. Those with more empathy see beyond the obvious and are concerned with what goes on outside Lukedonia. The thing with Maximilian is that despite showing neither mercy nor any sign of remorse for his deeds in the outside world, he is actually quite lenient and loving with his subjects. You can say he has two extreme sides to him. He’s very kind to his nobles, but only them. He doesn’t mind if Lucretia skips meetings; he’d let her be. Or when his servants make mistakes, when someone does something offensive, etc... it’s alright, no big deal. In a way, Maximilian’s Lukedonia is teeming with freedom like never before under the rule of his predecessors. This is where Marcus comes in. He is just nervous and overthinking about getting killed if he says the wrong thing, but in reality Maximilian doesn’t mind voices of objection. He’s not going to give anyone a treason sentence or kill them for saying what they really think of him. You can tell him you disagree with him, he’ll just shrug it off and laugh. Say all you want, he knows you’re trying to persuade him, he doesn’t care. He’ll just keep doing what he’s always been doing. Maximilian knows he’s the Lord, and ultimately it is his decision to make. Just don’t let Ashlynn know, because she’ll come after your head if she figures out that you had doubts about her precious Daddy.

Maximilian is a very loving husband and father to his family. He is obsessed with them just as much as they are obsessed with him. On a personal level, while Maximilian himself doesn’t crave for the blood of his own kind like his wife and daughter do, he doesn’t mind letting them do whatever they want for the funs and thrills. Erica and Ashlynn are free to break the law all they want. Though, they’re smart and strategic with it and don’t commit murder in broad daylight. Still, Maximilian is aware of his beloveds’ occasional killings, and he lets them be. He’s the type of person who would let them burn down the entirety of Lukedonia to nothing more than a pile of ash if that is what they wish to do. It’s no big deal, he’ll just rebuild Lukedonia to be even grander and more luxurious than before! To Maximilian, they are the only two existences in this world to come before Lukedonia. How sweet.

Zivon Tradio: Leader of the Tradio Clan. An elderly sorcerer who is quite the hard worker, and spends most of his time studying existing spells as well as coming up with new ones. He’s from the previous generation of nobles, and he stayed behind because he’s just too damn cool to die. Just kidding, his love for magic is why he’s still rocking it. It’s still too early! Zivon’s ultimate goal is to push the boundaries of noble magic and to create what has never been seen before. A true spectacle to behold. Zivon is one of Lord Maximilian’s favorite subjects and the latter even has an entire wifi system built and set up in Lukedonia as a gift just because the former has the hobby of streaming and likes being an “influencer”or whatever the humans call it. Zivon is quite an internet celebrity and Lord Maximilian is supportive of his work of “spreading superior noble influence over humans”. Zivon is also Princess Ashlynn’s tutor, who calls him “teacher”.

As of now, Zivon has no children.

Julius Loyard: Leader of the Loyard Clan. On-and-off lovers with Lucretia. An elegant man who is well-received by his fellow nobles. Julius is a man of few words and usually doesn’t express himself beyond the bare minimum required to be polite. While Julius does admit to enjoying the lavish lifestyle that was a gift from the Lord to all nobles, he is beginning to see why this is a problem for beings outside Lukedonia and starts to sympathize with them. It isn’t easy for him immediately to give up what he’s been used to all these years, but he’s starting to steer away from that lifestyle in support of the less fortunate. Julius was one of the first members to join Marcus’ secret organization of smuggling resources out of Lukedonia to help those in need. Currently, he’s responsible as the leader of the food distribution sector. In his free time, Julius is a jewelry designer and Lord Maximilian is a fan of his work.

Julius’ heir is his son whom he had with Lucretia. He is fond of her but doesn’t entirely agree with her rather carefree personality. They seem to have positive feelings for each other, but that’s only when both of them are very bored and have nothing better to do.

Giada Agvain: Leader of the Agvain Clan. Like Kendrick, she is extremely loyal to their Lord. She’s been by his side since the beginning, and they are childhood friends. Everyone knows that Giada used to feel one-sided love for the then-Maximilian and now Lord Maximilian, but what they don’t know is that she is still in love with him. Well, maybe it’s better for them to continue to believe that she has gotten over him. It’s not like he’ll ever like her back anyway, and you’ll never know what Princess Ashlynn will do if she finds out that anyone other than her precious Mommy is “coveting” her beloved Daddy. Giada is one of the few people who knows about Ashlynn’s true nature despite the latter’s angelic facade. While Giada does love Max on a personal level and is loyal to him, she doesn’t agree with his actions. She is also one of the first members of Marcus’ organization. Currently, Giada is responsible as the leader of the money distribution sector. In her free time, Giada tends to a small spider lily garden.

Giada’s heir is her daughter whom she had with an unnamed noble woman.

Dominic Raffaello “Dorant” Blerster: Leader of the Blerster Clan. A calm and rational man who remains unfazed in extreme situations. He is also the youngest to become Clan Leader, because his mother and predecessor saw so much potential in him, she passed over her title and Soul Weapon to him as soon as he came of age. Dominic pretends to be fairly neutral, and most people think he isn’t dedicated to anything or anyone, but he’s actually Lord Maximilian’s right hand man in the shadows. On the surface, he is simply Clan Leader of the Blersters and does a good job of managing his clan. When he no longer needs to act as Clan Leader, Dominic goes to the castle and reports everyone’s moves to his Lord. Dominic is actually a member of Marcus’ secret organization and oversees the medical distribution sector… as a double agent. His allegiance is with the Lord and he’s only there to watch what everyone else is doing to report back to his master. That includes a long list of who is working with Marcus, what resources they have been smuggling out of Lukedonia, who is on the receiving end… etc. Every. Single. One. So Lord Maximilian is very much aware of Marcus’ “betrayal” thanks to Dominic. Curiously, Lord Maximilian tells Dominic to just let them be. Perhaps he finds this to be amusing. Nobody knows what he’s thinking. Dominic, on the other hand, is in total awe of his Lord for his immense generosity for the “traitors” even though they clearly don’t deserve it.

Dominic doesn’t know that Ashlynn has a crush on him.

As of now, Dominic has no children.

Undine Mergas: Daughter of the leader of the Mergas Clan. A woman with a short temper who is also easily provoked. Undine’s father, the current Mergas Clan Leader, believes that she is unfit to become Clan Leader due to her personality and tendencies to boss the knights around instead of being a responsible and respectful leader like she is supposed to, but he is hopeful that she will change one day. Undine is best friends with Mimi and the two of them are almost always seen together. On one of her travels to the outside world, Undine met a human named Michael Travis Osborn by chance and she has had a crush on him ever since. He’s pretty cute. Maybe the Lord will let her capture him and bring him back to Lukedonia, she thinks.

Mimi Elenor: Daughter of the leader of the Elenor Clan. A woman with a similar personality to her best friend Undine, but less impulsive and more calm. That’s why they get along and are best friends because they have much in common. Mimi has an older brother so she likely won’t become the next Elenor Clan Leader, but she’s fine with that. In fact, she’s glad she won’t become Clan Leader because all those responsibilities, hassles, sitting in meetings all day, blah blah blah… ew, just too much work. She just wants to have fun, so her brother better be competent so she won’t have to bother with her clan at all. Mimi, like Undine, also has a crush on Michael Travis Osborn. They chat about how cute he is. Both of them want to capture him and bring him into Lukedonia. They’re thinking about discussing this with the Lord. If Lord Maximilian hears about this, he’d approve of the capture and tell them to go ahead and enjoy themselves because of course he wants all of his nobles to get their hands on everything they wish for. Plus, these two remind him of his daughter Ashlynn so he’d be even more generous towards them.

Kushaal Kertia: Leader of the Kertia Clan. Cousin of Galileo. A respected fighter known for his immense speed and agility even amongst the Kertia. Kushaal is also honorable. He dislikes dirty fighting and is fairly open to acknowledging his own weaknesses and strives to become even stronger and faster. He has heard about a certain blonde werewolf warrior who is the fastest of his pack, and wishes to fight him one day. While Kushaal enjoys and supports the luxurious lifestyle given to him by their Lord, he believes that humans and werewolves could use some help from Lukedonia. After all, if they’re all gone, he’s not going to have anyone interesting to fight with anymore. Kushaal would love to spar with the werewolves, so he hopes that they’re doing well. In his free time, Kushaal likes to collect rare werewolf artifacts to display in his home because they feel familiar to him, for some odd reason.

As of now, Kushaal has no children.

Galileo Kravei: Son of the leader of the Kravei Clan. Cousin of Kushaal. A man who has a bit of an inferiority complex because his abilities seem to have hit a wall, and he can’t get stronger with his own strength. Galileo is probably going to get by just fine, even though he himself is more impatient than anyone in terms of wanting to gain strength. Other than that, no one really knows much about him since he tends to keep to himself. In his free time, he plays with his three supernatural pet aquatic snakes: Ramen, Ramyeon, and Lamien. Galileo has a huge love-hate crush on Kendrick, and people will tell you he’s both extra mean and extra nice to him. He sends him cheesy “let’s fight” love letters written on rose scented paper. Yeah. He’s totally in love.

And that’s it for now!

Again, very open to questions and discussion. Quite happy about my second major AU! While this post only touches the surface of what I have in mind, I have a feeling that I will grow to like this AU even more. Maybe I’ll even create brand new OCs specific to this AU lol.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

#noblesse #manhwa #myart #fanart #kori’s blood moon au #alternate universe #lunark #kentas #maduke #erin #muzaka #zaiga #ashleen #juraki #garda #dorant #gayare #kuharu #urne #mirai

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astraule · 9 months

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•It’s Cold•

Pairing: Alice x Reader

TW: Light cursing

Y/N: Werewolf reader with they/them pronouns

Word Count: 2147 words

Summary: As you're sitting outside the Cullen entrance waiting to take Bella home after Jake asked you for a favor Alice keeps you company. What'll happen when you start feeling something for one of your biggest enemies?

*For this story vampire's powers can be used on werewolves. Twilight is a weird universe, the Cullen's powers don't seem to work on werewolves but Jane's do? To save us the hassle let's just say they all work*

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Alice POV:

(Graduation party at the Cullen's mansion)

Honestly everything was going amazing. People were having fun, they were dancing, Bella hadn't made a single remark about how much she disliked parties. Well... that's what I thought until I smelled that disgusting musk as I walked down the stair. I knew the werewolves had made their appearance and I knew Bella had invited them but I didn't know they would actually go through with this. A very short time after I could tell the werewolves were here, I had that vision.

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Y/N POV:

"You invited me, remember?" I overheard Jake mention towards Bella. I really had no idea what I was doing tagging along with my brothers stupid antics, but some of us had to make sure he wouldn't burn the Cullen house down because of Bella and break the treaty between vampires and werewolves.

"Was my right hook too subtle for you? That was me uninviting you." the girl with brown hair mentioned to my hardheaded brother. I must admit this girl was weird but as soon as she said that I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, which earned a curse towards me from Jake as he thought it.

"Look Bella I'm sorry, about you know.. the kiss and your hand. I'd blame it on the whole inner animal thing, but it was really just... me, being an ass. I'm really sorry." Jake managed to say as a shitty apology for the possible trauma he put this girl through and I made sure he knew how bad this apology was through my thoughts, which caused Embry and Quil to chuckle next to me.

Jake brushed my stupid comment off and pulled out something out of his pocket to show Bella before saying "I brought you something, a graduation present." He gave her the bracelet with the werewolf pendant and I knew it was my turn to talk.

"I made it myself" I mentioned as I peered over Jake's shoulder to look at Bella. I'm pretty sure that was the first time I had seen her actually smile given the amount of times we've seen each other, maybe twice or three times. It was my first time home in a while after traveling.

"Wow... you made this? It's really pretty, thanks." She mentioned as Jake helped her put the bracelet on. That's when she noticed the short haired vampire girl at the end of the stairs looking puzzled, that's when we noticed her too. It was like as she had seen a ghost.

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(Cullen mansion's balcony)

"They'll be here in four days." The short black haired vampire by the name of Alice mentioned as Carlisle managed to say "this could turn into a blood bath."

Edward, the red haired vampire fighting with my brother for Bella's love and adoration, added "who's behind it?" And Alice soon after that affirmed that she hadn't seen anyone she recognized except for local missing person, Riley Biers. The Cullen vampires started theorizing about who it could possibly be, until the tall long blond haired vampire with the name of Jasper mentioned an army would be coming and there wasn't enough of them to protect the town.

"Hold up, what damn army?" Jake asked puzzled enough to even be talking even if he had anger unresolved with the Cullens.

"Newborns, our kind." Carlisle finally let us know. New vampires made to destroy or so I thought.

"What are they after?" Embry beat me saving me from the embarrassment of asking myself. I didn't hate the vampires I just didn't know them enough myself to be speaking freely. “They're after Bella? What does this mean?” I thought. “What could they possibly want with a human girl?”

"They're after Bella? What the hell does this mean?" Jake commented. I was so grateful I had my brother and friends to ask these important questions for me. Carlisle finally let us know that this would be an ugly fight with lives lost. Jake, Embry, Quil, and I all looked at each other.

“What do you guys think?” Jake questioned in his head. I was sure he wanted to protect the girl he loved but I wasn't sure this girl loved him back. Although... Bella's life wasn't the only human life at risk here. “Our duty is to protect human lives from any vampire, I'm in if you guys agree on it.” Quil mentioned as he thought. “I wont deny to it but we also can't get too carried away and lose a werewolf life for Bella.” Embry thought. “Bella's life isn't the only one at risk here, what's preventing these newborn vampires from attacking any of the Forks citizens when they feel like it? We have to get rid of every last one of them.” I mentioned in my mind.

"All right, we're in" Jake insisted as he turned his head to look at Carlisle. I guess this caused Bella to panic a bit because she started refusing to let us fight in this newborn war. Which my brother quickly shut her down by mentioning he wasn't asking from permission. This caused Bella to look at Edward, waiting for him to say something.

That's when Edward said "it means more protection for you." Carlisle quickly followed this with a "Jacob, do you think Sam would agree to an understanding?"

“We get to kill some vampires, I'm sure he'll understand.” Embry thought. Quil then added in his head “as long as all of us werewolves come out intact.” Then I finished the last thought with “some blood will be spilt and it sure as hell wont be ours.” For the first time ever the Cullen vampires and us, werewolves, were getting along. Let's see how long this'll last.

"As long as we get to kill some vampires." Jacob mentioned in response to Carlisle's question. This is when Jasper mentioned that with us helping they'd have more numbers and the newborn vampires wont even know we exist.

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(Cullen’s front door steps)

Sometime later after my brother and friends left, I stayed behind to make sure Bella returned home safe. I was sitting on the stairs outside the Cullen home when Alice came out to check up on me I suppose. It wasn't like I didn't notice how uncomfortable I made her or how whenever she came close she seemed to cover her nose with her hand.

"Are you sure you want to stay out here, Bella's telling me how cold it is, don't you want to come inside and-" before Alice could finish her sentence I interrupted her and said as I made eye contact with her "I'm not human, I run hot, I don't get cold. Why do you think my brother and friends run around shirtless all the damn time?" I'll agree I was being a bit rude not letting her finish her sentence, but I was on the edge. As much as I had liked to mention how I didn't have any problems with the Cullens something in us werewolves made us skittish at any close contact with vampires.

"Well... if you don't mind I can sit here with you, keeping you company, until Bella's ready to leave that is and if you'd have me" Alice mentioned, dragging me out of my deep thinking. What was wrong with this girl? She seemed to have no second thinking. I had heard about her amazing powers at being able to see the future but was she just so certain of everything that she'd come close to one of her biggest predators? All I could do was nod and look away as she took a seat next to me.

"I might not be a mind reader like Edward but I do know what you're thinking, I can see the future after all... okay that came out creepier than expected" she chuckled as she made lines on the dirt with her index finger. Now that I thought about it... her hands were beautiful, they were slender and pale, how cold could they really be? If she had me holding her hand I'd make sure she was warm all the time, oh god what was I thinking? There's no way I could ever imagine myself with a vampire. As I heard my brother and friends complaints in my head I knew they were against the idea.

"You don't have to listen to your family, I mean it should be up to you whether you'd like to date whoever you'd like" Alice snapped me out of my thoughts one more. Dammit I forgot she knew everything I was thinking before I thought it. If I was annoyed at my family doing that I could just shield my thoughts away from them but Alice could just listen into whatever she wanted.

Alice chuckled before saying "you know I know what you're thinking and everything but it's so much better when I can have an actual conversation with someone." That's when she looked my way and showed me her beautiful smile, then and there I knew I had fallen under the vampire control. The books said it, humans who saw them said it, even my family's stories mentioned how beautiful they were and here I was charmed by one.

"Oh yes! Sorry about that it's just... I got caught in my thinking and well you were answering me back" I chuckled "I guess I felt like you were a part of the werewolves since we all just kind of talk inside our heads to each other."

That's when I head the door open behind us, as I looked behind me I could see Bella peeking her head out and I could hear Edward telling her to be safe and to be careful around me. I didn't have problems with Edward, I understood all he wanted to do was protect Bella. Plus I thought this fight between him and Jake was stupid anyway.

"Am I interrupting something?" Bella mentioned as she looked between me and Alice who seemed to be sitting a little too close to each other.

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3rd POV:

"Nope, I was just keeping Y/N here some company while you made up your mind to leave." Alice smiled and got up as she patted away the dirt from her clothing. Alice seemed to be a girl of high class, the kind of girl who stressed over having the latest bag or piece of clothing. She didn't give off the brat vibe, she just seemed like she put a lot of effort into herself. Yet... here she was sitting on the dirty ground with Y/N just because they didn't want to be inside. They could've at least given her their sweater to sit on or something.

Y/N looked at Bella and said to her "are you ready? We don't have to leave if you aren't ready." Everyone noticed how Bella and Edward seemed attached at the hip, never own without the other, one always trailing behind.

"Oh don't worry about that I've had my fun, plus I think it's cruel leaving you waiting more. I know how faithful you guys are to each other and if Jake asks a favor you'd do it. The same goes for the other werewolves."

"Well... if there's nothing more to do then let's get going, I have a date with my comfy bed." Y/N mentioned as they stretched but Alice caught their attention before they could leave.

"Hey Y/N! Before you leave here..." she handed them a small paper with her phone number on it.

"We should hang out soon... somewhere where it's not so full of dirt" she chuckled. Y/N nodded before they left with Bella. They knew the dirt had bothered Alice. She gave them her number... and all they did was nod and walk away!

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I hope you guys enjoyed that, I'm not a pro at writing fan fiction and even though I've mastered English as a language I still have some trouble as it is not my mother tongue. If you guys would like to see more of this please let me know or let me know who you'd like me to write for.

#twilight #alice cullen #twilight alice #edward cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen x reader #jacob black #embry call #quil ateara #carlisle cullen #x reader #y/n #x y/n

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dramioneasks · 3 months

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Hey!! Really grateful for all the work y'all do around here. Lifesavers, honestly.

I'm looking for fics with the 'Voldemort died but the death eaters lived on' premise. I've already read The Pretense by Colubrina, and the theme of Draco helping Hermione act as a spy and what not, it was all just so interesting. So yeah, fics similar to The Pretense or maybe just the 'Voldemort died but the death eaters rule didn't end' kinda fic?

Thank you sooo much!

Aurelian by BittyBlueEyes - T, 43 chapters - Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione’s quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

The Best of Me - mrsren - M, 27 chapters - Officially, Hermione Granger was killed in action during the Battle of Hogwarts. Unofficially, Draco Malfoy has never stopped searching for her. Years after the war during a mission in France, his salvation comes in the form of a little blond boy and a familiar half-Kneazle.

The Art of Ascension by GinnyFics21 - E, WIP - Ten years after the fall of Voldemort, Auror Draco and Detective Hermione are partnered together on the Ministry’s high profile case hinting at a Death Eater resurgence. Can they put the pieces together to stop it as the plot unfolds and secrets unravel between them? “I know what you did, Malfoy; what you sacrificed,” Hermione said quietly. “There is good in you somewhere if you’ll let yourself see it.”His eyes were dark, unreadable and calculating as he stared back at her, “I may be on the side of the angels, Granger, but don’t think—for one second—that I am one of them.” ****A fic written around this particular quote from Sherlock.

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon - M, 81 chapters, Words: 271,830 - The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an “Eighth Year”, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. She will do as she pleases, and anyone who doesn’t like it will see the business end of her wand. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family’s name. Hermione’s hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE!

How To Love A Slytherin by SlytherinsGreenPrincess - M, 11 chapters - When the ancient Marriage Law is reenacted, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy agree to marry. But while dodging her abusive ex-boyfriend, Ron Weasley, and a new group of rogue death eaters, will they survive?

The End’s Intent - shewritesall - T, 33 chapters - Hermione Granger did not know just what she was getting into when she made friends with a pointy faced, blond boy during her first year. Draco Malfoy did not know how utterly in love he’d become with the bushy haired muggle born girl. Both of them thought they knew what they could expect when they returned to Hogwarts for their final year, but after a freak encounter with some werewolves and an unfortunate incident with wannabe Death Eaters, things turn out much, much different than either of them could have ever imagined.

Shifted - hiccupfound - E, 26 chapters - Three years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort has gone deep into hiding behind the protection of the remaining Death Eaters. The few surviving Order Members are given one Death Eater to assassinate to draw Voldemort out for the Final Battle. Ginny is given Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry takes Antonin Dolohov. Hermione has Draco Malfoy.

-Lisa

#anonymous #death eaters #post hogwarts and post war

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amethystina · 3 months

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Shipper Tag Game

I was tagged by @a-very-fond-farewell! Thank you so much, darling! Though I'm not sure how good I'll be at it x'D

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1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care anymore?

Honestly? None. While I did have some ships I was interested in, I wasn't obsessed with any of them. And I kind of still care about them? In a very nostalgic way. So I kind of fail at both parts of this question x'D

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

If I'm going with the one I got really invested in? Destiel tbh. Mainly because I was very much a late bloomer who didn't really discover fandom and fanfics until I was 20-21. I mean, I HAD read some before that but since I didn't have internet in my apartment until I went to university (I was too poor xD), it wasn't easy for me to access them. Shipping is just easier when you have internet.

But, once I had it, I DID revisit a couple of ships that were technically older than Destiel that I had never really gotten into before that, many of them from video games, anime/manga, and books I'd read. But they were all overshadowed by Destiel so that's the one I remember as my first.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Are we talking reading or writing? I guess I'll do both?

Reading: I think it was a Zell Dincht/Seifer Almasy one from Final Fantasy VIII that a friend printed out on actual paper and gave to me back when I was 16 or 17 (again, no internet). And I honestly can't say why he picked that pairing xD (I'm definitely more of a Squall/Seifer girlie now)

Writing: Sterek. Because it felt interesting but also not too intimidating. And I also just like werewolves?

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

Not really, no. Since I've been drawing for so long I spent more time looking for art than fanfics when I was younger so I probably stumbled over a lot of them without even knowing it.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not if I can help it, no. I tend to stay away from that sort of thing as best I can and just let people ship whatever they want. It's honestly none of my business.

6. Did you use to have any no-otp or have it currently?

I have several, mostly based on what I find triggering or squicky. But I don't announce them publically because that's just rude to those who DO ship them. And, as stated above, I try not to get involved in what other people ship or don't ship.

7. Who were the couples in the last fanfic you read?

Choi Yoon/Yoon Hwa Pyung from The Guest. Because who doesn't love some pining and Catholic guilt?

For real, though, I read very few fanfics right now and actually had to go check my history on AO3 to figure this out x'D The second to last fanfic was a Strangers From Hell one. And the one before that was a Guardian one!

8. Currently do you have any OTPs?

Several. Honestly too many to list x'D I'm one of those people who don't really let go of ships I like. They're not always at the forefront of my mind, though, but I remember them fondly and coo a little when I think of all the fond memories.

But if we're talking about the ones I'm the most focused on right now I'd say Kang Yo Han/Kim Ga On from The Devil Judge, Yoon Sa Wol/5-8 from Black Knight (currently struggling with chapter 6 x'D), the aforementioned Choi Yoon/Yoon Hwa Pyung from The Guest, and Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan from Guardian.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Sterek. But that has less to do with my dedication to the characters and more to do with the queerbaiting and how extremely shittily Jeff Davis handled that whole thing. To use the Sterek shippers for publicity and hint that maybe it could happen, only to turn around and do everything within his power to not make it happen?

I take that personally, not because I have a huge stake in Stiles and Derek as characters, but as a queer person who, for once, thought that maybe we would actually get to see a couple we really liked get together, and then didn't.

I had more hope for Sterek than I ever did for Destiel, which technically had more in-canon queerbaiting, because the people behind Teen Wolf did their damndest to give me hope. Only for me to be ignored and basically told I was being gullible for ever thinking it would happen.

And that's a betrayal I'm probably never going to forgive.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Not... really? I can't think of any, at least. But that could be because I always have a pretty good reason for disliking the ships I dislike. As mentioned, it's usually based on triggers and squicks and those don't really change. So my opinion on ships I dislike aren't likely to change, either.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I mean, considering the social climate right now? Even Sterek qualifies because Stiles was underage when I started shipping them and Derek most certainly was not xD That said, I always prefer the fics when Stiles had time to turn 18 before any of the sexy stuff happened.

12. What was your favourite crack ship?

Okay, so, I've actually read a lot of fics for ships I don't actually ship, just for research purposes. Like, I find it FASCINATING to watch what other people like, how they choose to write about the things they like, and how they decide to portray the characters. Basically, I like to analyse authors just as much as I like to analyse characters. It's a hobby of mine.

And one of my absolute favourites was reading fanfics for Newt Scamander and the original Percival Graves from the first Fantastic Beasts movie (Sidenote: She-who-must-not-be-named is an asshole and this is not an endorsement of her franchise or shitty beliefs). And why I loved that so much was because the fics were about THE ORIGINAL Percival Graves who, technically, was never IN the actual movie (he might not even be alive anymore?). Like, it was Grindelwald all the time. We never actually SAW the original Percival Graves, just Grindelwald's impersonation of him.

And I just had so much fun reading various authors' takes on this character who was never actually seen but, based on Grindelwald's impersonation, can sort of be hinted? Because he must have done a good enough job of it that the people around Graves didn't notice? It was like an anthropological dig of Percival Graves transpiring right before my eyes and since I got on the train pretty early, I could see authors being inspired by each other and how the fanon developed over time. 10/10 would recommend if you're interested in watching a fandom evolve.

(also, some of the fics were so fucking good. So there's that, too xD)

13. Who is the couple you read most fanfics of?

I'm not entirely sure if it's Destiel or Stony, but definitely one of them (Sterek is most likely in third place). Partly because there are just so many to partake in (those fandoms are HUGE), but also because they've been with me for so long and numbers accumulate. That said, I haven't read any for those ships in a long, long time. But considering how many fics I devoured during the time I was the most active in those fandoms? It's going to be difficult for any of the ones I'm currently into to catch up.

Also because I tend to be in much smaller fandoms now >_>

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

WELL. A while back I would have said that even if there are some enemies-to-lovers tropes and antagonising in some of them, they're all mostly unproblematic and pretty healthy.

... I can't really do that anymore, can I? x'D

I mean, Kang Yo Han is problematic all on his own, but even HE is a green flag compared to Seo Moon Jo. That fucker is just a straight-up psychopath x'D

A more serious answer: An interesting dynamic. Which sounds like a given, but is actually a bit more tricky than that. Because I've only gotten more and more picky over the years. I've actually spoken to my wife and friends about this, because I've seen a pretty noticeable shift in my own shipping practices lately.

I gather fewer and fewer new ships and that's not because I watch/read fewer things, but because I'm getting pickier about them. There has to be an extra spark that interests me, often connected to the characters' personalities and how they play off each other, while, before, a bit of chemistry was enough.

But that also makes me more versatile, I guess? Because I focus less on tropes and more on characters and dynamics. But that also makes it harder to spot similarities xD

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

I mean, hate is a strong word. But, again, it would mostly be connected to my triggers. I don't like ships that are too abusive and unbalanced. A little bit of danger is fine, but things like abuse, infidelity, grooming, non-con etc. don't work for me, personally.

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I don't really know who to tag so just do it if you want to! :D

#Amethystina Does Tag Games #Shipper Tag Game #I sometimes feel like I'm kind of bad at shipping #I'm never quite as invested as everyone else seems to be #But I also stick with a ship a lot longer than the average fan #Not sure why xD #I'm also known to both write and read for ships I don't ship #Just because I think it's fun or fascinating #But people usually assume that because I read or write for them I MUST ship it #To be fair #I sometimes DO end up shipping it eventually #But like #I didn't technically ship Winteriron when I started writing Autonomy #I just wanted to try it x'D #(blasphemy I know)#But that's one of those that I would say I ship now #But it actually took a while

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dantedeservedbetter · 1 year

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I don’t think anyone understands just how much I want origin stories of everyone else in Mystreet like they all have really interesting backgrounds that are just tossed to the side of the main plot points (lol abt to be a really long threat again sorry)

Aaron- Didn’t actually get character lore OR a personality until S3 but like I want MORE because tbh I feel like his parents gave him a lot more trauma than what’s shown in the series, and even the stuff IN the actual seasons (the emotional neglect, his military schooling, the tense relationship w/Melissa etc;) are fixed and shoved off like no he might ACTUALLY need therapy bruh PLEASE

Katelyn- I think she was (?) in therapy in the beginning for her anger issues and the loss of her mother but like it was kind of forgotten about tbh. I think she needs more positive moments in the series honestly bc in the later seasons we’re shown she’s partially abusive towards Travis the first time they went out, and ends up being written off as prejudice towards werewolves bc of past experiences??? Naw the Katelyn I know would never do that. AND HER DREAMS OF WORKING IN THEATRE TOO HELLO??? Also, her mom quite literally used her in the Forever Potion experiments as a child?? I feel like that’s important to her character too :/

The Ro’meave Brothers- I don’t actually know where to start tbh because I feel like ALL THREE of them could use some kind of character depth aside from Dumb Blonde, Emo One, and the Forgotten One. Especially Vylad, probably having to witness this entire Lycan situation grow from an outsiders perspective with no contact from his family in forever. It’s shown that Zane is immensely interested in the family business too like hello??? Garroth himself is kind of just written off as a comedic effect most of the time, but he quite literally has no other goals (possibly because he KNOWS he’s going to inherit the business one day whether he cares to or not).

Laurance- He’s not really a character anymore, but from what we’ve actually SEEN in Mystreet he had enough development to become something outside of a potential love interest for Aphmau. He has a fondness for cooking and was seen to be EXCEPTIONAL at it, and I think he still carried an interest in baseball (or idk it was SOME sport asdfghjk the point is he was good). And he was also shown to still help out his family here and there (babysitting Caleb, his baby brother, in numerous episodes). Idk, I feel like there were so many pieces of Laurance that could’ve been explored and touched upon and we hardly got anything. Also… Garrance. Quite literally hate to be that person but it was literally the biggest piece of queerbaiting I’ve ever seen fr I wish it was explored as much as Aarmau was :( (willing to bet the popularity had something to do with what I call the ‘Heartstopper’ treatment but that’s just me tho)

Nana (KC)- The most under appreciated character in-universe I actually had to go and make a separate post about this LOLOL expect it in like five minutes from now bc I just save everything in my drafts.

Travis- Lol no surprise here but him too dude honestly I have no idea where to start with him atm, his entire family’s lore needs a full in depth analysis on themselves because Aphmau’s series just BARELY touches the surface of Travis’s character

Dante/Gene- Honestly BOTH of them were done so dirty I find it funny how no one ever talks abt it because they’re so beautiful to me. Gene already had his redemption arc so I can kind of see why they just tossed him aside but Dante literally had nothing tbh. He had a messy relationship with KC in PDH and then made that same mistake in LLP. Okay, cool, give us more of that. Let him learn from his mistakes and be self aware now. Or better yet let him grow without tossing love interests into the formula in order for it to happen!! Seems like his family life is pretty good though, worst thing abt him was the peanut allergy.

Lucinda- Queen actually has very little to no background that actually centers around her. We know she had a really bad relationship with Ivan but like I’m pretty sure that’s it.

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slytherinqueenrose · 1 year

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Nevermore Witch

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe (Wednesday) x f!Witch Reader (Harry Potter’s universe)

Plot: After traumatic events at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Y/N Y/L/N joins Nevermore Academy to start a new chapter. She didn’t expect to become certain long haired boy’s enemy.

Word Count: <9K

Warnings: enemies to lovers, wizardry, use of magic, mentions of death, crying, mention of Harry Potter characters, cursing, traumatic experiences, grammar errors, let me know if I forgot about something.

A/N: Remember that Xavier is Xavier and Percy is

Percy. Character ≠ actor.

I’ll also be very thankful for letting me know what you think. Honestly, I’m sobbing especially because of the ending

After all those incidents at Hogwarts, after Who Must Not Be Named came back to his powers and our castle collapsed, we, wizards had no place for ourselves. We were left alone, with no teachers to help us with magic and no relatives to support us. But it’s not important now. We (those who survived) had to find a new place to continue our education - if no magical by any means, then just a muggle one. I myself found a school for outcasts. United States, far away from my home, far away from everything and everyone I loved. I had no other option than just start attending Nevermore and start new, unknown chapter in my quite young life.

“I can’t believe it! I always thought that wizards don’t exist!” A blonde girl screamed while holding my wand. Phoenix feather core, apple wood, 11 ¾”. I remember the day of buying it as if it was yesterday. “I’m so excited! You have no idea how many things and places I want to show you and-“

“It really is nice to meet you too, Enid but can we please slow down a little bit? I just came here and I feel like I really don’t belong here so I would be thankful if you gave me about an hour to get used to this place, please.” I said sending her a shy smile and she only nodded, still smiling widely.

“What exactly happened? Why are you here? Aren’t there any magical schools?” She asked sitting on my bed while I was focusing on unpacking my suitcase.

“Well, not anymore.” I whispered. I was about to start crying. What happened in my life was very bad and I couldn’t agree with it. “You see, wizards can be good or bad. I think it’s quite clear. Like any other no-maj, we want a normal yet successful life. But unfortunately those dark wizards want to control the world. And that’s why my beloved school doesn’t exist anymore. It’s pretty heartbreaking for me now but I promise to tell you everything about it when I’ll feel a bit better.”

“Honey, you don’t have to push yourself into doing so. I understand and I get that everyone is going though many difficulties. I only want to assure you that I’m here and you can count on me even if we only just met. I feel like we can become very good friends if you only want to.” She added, hugging me tightly and after a while I hugged her back.

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“So this is the last place and we call it a Quad.”

“Isn’t it a pentagon?” I asked and she only giggled. “So, what kind of outcasts are here? I know about werewolves already.”

“Psychics are the most predominant species at Nevermore. They have different abilities from visions to telekinesis. Then we have Vampires or Fangs, whatever you want to call them. Of course Werewolves like me. Shapeshifters, Gorgons, Sirens, Faceless students and a Witch of course. You’re the first of your kind which makes you very special and I believe you’ll have a huge group of admirers anytime soon.”

“I’ve never been new at school. Being the first one of a specific specie isn’t good either. I don’t even know how I feel about it.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll soon find out that Nevermore is wonderful and you are gonna love it.”

“Hope so. So is there any head girl or or head boy or someone I just should avoid?”

“Well, let’s start from Fangs, shall we? You should definitely keep as far as possible from Simon and his group. He always is unbelievably dumb and horny.”

“For blood?”

“I said horny, not thirsty.”

“Clear enough.”

“Then Bianca. The so called Queen bee. She used to date our Academy Turtured Artist Xavier but they broke up in September. Reason unknown.”

Tortured artist?

“Why tortured?” I half-whispered.

“His works are usually sick. Bloody and mysterious. But continuing, there also is Wednesday Addams. She came here about a month ago and is spooky. I mean I like her and she’s my dorm mate but you may be a little shocked. Next, a werewolf Lita Greyback. She’s-“

“Greyback?!” I screamed with my eyes widening. Happily I didn’t catch too much of attention.

“You know her?” Enid asked a bit surprised.

“Her surname sounds familiar. You see, I knew a werewolf back there in Scotland. He was on a dark side and I believe he could have a child. I have no idea if he ever had someone but if he actually has a child and it’s Lita, then we’re all in a danger.”

“Okay, I’m starting to freak out. You must tell me what actually happened before you came here.”

“Hey, but it may be my mistake. It’s just a surname, isn’t it? I only-“

“We should definitely go and have some mellisa. You know, to calm you down a little bit. You’re literally shaking.”

“I don’t need melissa. I’m just trying to tell you that-“

“Another newbie?” A tall boy asked. Considering the fact that Enid became red all the way, I assumed she liked him. Or maybe even more than just like.

“Hi Ajax!” She screamed with pure excitement. “This is Y/N and yes, she’s new. And this is Ajax. A gorgon, that’s why he’s wearing a beanie.” The blonde explained and the both of us only smiled to each other.

“So you’re a siren or-“

“Even better! She’s a witch. Like a real witch. She can do magic and-“

“I know what a which means, Enid.” He added offering her a friendly smile and then his attention was back on me. “I hope you’re not going to jinx us, are you? I promise to never piss you off.” Ajax laughed.

“Dark magic isn’t something I work with. Of course there are many let’s call them friendly jinxes for example tickle jinx but I rarely use any of them honestly.” I said.

“Wow, impressive. You seem very interesting. What about hanging out sometime?” He asked and I felt a sudden change of Enid’s humour.

“Well, that’s very nice of you but I must say no. I still haven’t agreed with what happened in my previous school and I really don’t want to bond to anyone yet. But I think you may hang out with Enid, wouldn’t it be wonderful? She’s much more cheerful than I am.” I said and when he blushed I knew exactly what game he was trying to play. Asking me out to make the blonde jealous. That was so obvious.

“Uhm.. Yeah. Actually it would be even better than just wonderful. How about that, Enid?”

Nobody could imagine her happiness. She couldn’t even speak and only shook her head and then Ajax left as happy as her.

“You really set us for a date, did you? Oh Y/N, I can’t believe it! I’ve been trying to get his attention for AGES and he never noticed me and now-“

“I get it. And personally I think you two will be a perfect match. Can we come back to our little trip, please? I would love to come back to my dorm and take a nap.”

“Right. You asked about Xavier, didn’t you? Here he is. The one painting the mural right there. Come on, let’s say hello. He’s gonna be amazed.”

I was trying to recall memories from Hogwarts to find a person similar to Enid but it was useless. I swear I’ve never met anyone as energetic and joyful as her. She was a pure happiness, sunshine, she was smiling almost all the time and was so honest.

“Xavier!” She said proudly, catching his attention.

Once he looked at us I got a feeling that he must be a very nice person. But unfortunately I couldn’t be more mistaken.

“This is Y/N and she’s our new student. And guess what specie she is.” She added giggling while the long haired boy was looking me up and down.

“A nymph?” He said almost with no emotions.

“Silly you! She’s a witch!”

“I would say a hag but what you prefer.”

Hell no.

What the hell was that?

“Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked, yanking his brush from his paint covered wrist.

“I believe she said you’re a witch, not a deaf.”

How rude.

„Xavier! What has gotten into you!” Enid shrieked with her arms resting on her hips.

“Do you really trust her? I remember my granny’s stories about witches. They are bad and untrustworthy. One spell and you’re dead. I prefer to stand face to face with a skin walker than with her. I think she should spend time with her own wrong sort.”

“I think I can tell the wrong sort by myself but thanks for a wonderful speech.”

“Could you give my brush back, witch?” He added with a bored expression, watching me scoff.

“Aport if you need it.” I said then throwing it away only to leave the both of them after that.

Enid was screaming at him like a psycho and then she joined me during my way back to my dorm.

“I’m so very sorry. You see, he usually is a sweetheart and I don’t know what-“

“I believe he can excuse himself well enough. He doesn’t need you to do that for him.”

“I thought people get excited when they meet a real witch. That’s amazing and your ability to cast spells is just out of world.”

“You see, Enid. Some people dream about being magical. Some still live in the Middle Ages. Some are afraid and some just hate us with all their might. Some may even think that their relatives have been killed by wizards. You’ll never predict what the reaction is going to be.”

“That’s so unfair.”

“I need to take a nap. I knew it would be difficult to fit here but I never thought about this kind of difficulty. Have a good day, En and I’m sorry but I don’t want to see anyone today.”

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I woke up the next day, almost late for my first class. Back then at Hogwarts, our house prefects used to scream and wake us up but here at Nevermore we had no prefects. I had so many new stuff to learn and what was the worst for me? No magical classes. Only muggle ones like Maths, English, Biology etc. The only subject which was kinda similar to my previous classes was botany with Mrs. Thornhill. I used to learn herbology so I was ready for whatever was about to happen there. I arrived at the greenhouse punctually at 8 am only to be welcomed by Xavier’s unpleasant expression. He truly looked like he hated me with all his might. Unfortunately for the both of us only one seat beside him was free and we knew perfectly well, it’s not going to end up happily.

“Hey, uh..-“

“Wednesday Addams.”

“Right. Could we switch places, please? He doesn’t seem to like me and I really don’t want to fight with him.” I said looking at the black haired girl with a deadly pale skin and zero emotion on her face.

“Just ignore him. He’s going to get bored and won’t hurt you. You’re the witch here. You always can jinx him.” She responded and believe me, I’ve never felt so disappointed in my life.

“Yeah, right. Thanks for helping.” I whispered and took the free place after that. I tried very hard to avoid Xavier even though I felt his deadly glare all the time.

“And what exactly is that?” He asked pointing at my scroll of parchment and a quill.

“I have to make notes, right?”

“Can’t you just use a notebook and a pen instead of these funny objects? You’re no longer in your damn magic school.”

“You have a problem, not me so I would be damn thankful if you shut your mouth.”

The whole class laughed. Thank you all.

“You’re the newbie and yet you’re in the centre of students’ attention. What if you lost your lovely magic stick?” He laughed pulling my wand out of my uniform pocket.

“Give it back.” I hissed when he stood up spinning the wand between his fingers.

“Aport if you need it.” He added wanting to throw it.

“Xavier, give it back to Y/N.” Mrs. Thornhill said harshly, entering the classroom. “Are you mad? It’s a very powerful magical object. You have no idea what kind of consequences you’d pay for throwing it. Our whole school might even explode if you’ve done it. I don’t want the two of you to cause such of a problem. Hand it back to Y/N and may you please stop arguing for god knows what?”

“Sorry, professor. It’s not going to happen anymore.” He said and gave me my wand back. Then he sat next to me and leaned closer before whispering. “Don’t be too happy too soon.”

“Oh fuck you, Thorpe.”

“Miss Y/L/N, I will not accept speaking this way.”

“Sorry.”

“I hope so. So maybe if you’re here with us today, what about saying something about your previous school and subjects?”

Merlin’s pants, why?

I took a deep breath before standing up and feeling many pairs of eyes on me.

“I used to attend Hogwarts. A truly magical place which felt like home from the very first day. Every magical person belongs to this school after being born and there’s no way to change it. Or at least if you don’t have enough Galleons, our wizarding currency. You have no idea how amazing if feels to get an acceptance letter. I remember if as if it was yesterday. I still keep it. If you want to do shopping for the school year or just any magical ones you have to go to a certain place full of all kinds of shops from clothes to wands. Then, on the 1st of September you have a train from London to Merlin knows where. Probably some part of Scotland but our location is unknown even to us. Any electronic stuff like your smartphones would not work there due to the whole lot of energy going on there. That’s why I don’t own a phone. I use my owl, Snow, to send letters so don’t be afraid if one day my winged friend will visit you.” I laughed and all of my classmates did the same. Well, maybe not all. Xavier looked unbothered. “There were better and worse days. I had many enemies but also the best of best friends I could wish for. We’ve gone through the worst together and… Well, let’s just not talk about that. However, I had many exciting classes. One of them was pretty similar to botany. I’m talking about herbology. You have no idea how many wonderful plants surround us. Have you ever heard of a mandrake? A baby like plant whose screams may even kill if you don’t use earplugs while replanting it. Its juice is used to cure petrified people.

That’s scary.” Enid said almost pale.

“We also used to learn potions. That was my favourite subject. Brewing luck, love, death or pollyjuice potion is amazing even though it’s very difficult.”

“Do you have any spare death potion?”

“I-“

“Joking. I’ll find out myself.”

“Don’t worry about Wednesday, honey. She’s specific.” The teacher giggled.

“Well, okay. Continuing, we were also studying care of magical creatures, charms, history of magic, flying, defence against the dark arts, transfiguration and we could choose any extra classes from the list but there’s too much of them to talk about each one.”

“Wait, you can actually fly?”

“Yes, I even have a broom.”

“Like all those hags from scary stories. Do you eat children as well or maybe you’re a vegetarian?”

“I don’t eat people, you fool. But I may eat you if you won’t stop offending me.”

“You-“

“Stop this nonsense. Y/N, why are you here instead of your previous school?”

“It’s not existing anymore. A dark wizard ruled our world. That’s why I had to find another place for myself.”

“I hope you’ll accommodate here quickly and that Xavier will help you with it instead of arguing. It’s is very nice to have you here, Y/N. Shall we begin our today’s class? I believe you’re all very excited about the test which I was talking about previously.”

The look of utter disappointment was noticeable on each face. Even mine. I had no idea about a test coming. Starting a new school with a negative grade, how wonderful?

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I know you weren’t able to prepare for it so just read through questions and maybe you’ll know the answer, who knows? I won’t grade it if it’s negative, I promise.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Thornhill. I really appreciate it and I promise to catch up with your subject asap.”

Merlin only knew, that I was to get the best grade. Happily every question was about plants which I was studying at Hogwarts. Maybe my time at Nevermore wasn’t going to be fail at all?

Well, not exactly. Maths was my personal hell. I had no idea what was going on and nothing made sense. Xavier was making fun of me all the time especially when I made a mistake. And that happened plenty of times. But happily I beaten him in other subjects and that got on his nerves.

He then started trying to make my life a real hell.

The day of the Poe Cup came pretty quickly and I was absolutely terrified yet excited. I had my wand so we were to win. I knew it. That’s why other teams were kind of worried. Bianca was plotting against us but I knew that whatever she wanted to do, wouldn’t work. And I was right. Just before the official beginning, my team and I took a sip of Felix Felicis, luck potion. No rules meant no rules so we gladly used this opportunity and thanks to that, we came as second ones to the island and there I sprinted as fast as I could to the Crackstone’s crypt.

But where the hell our flag was?

“Looking for something, Y/L/N?” Xavier’s drawling voice echoed from behind. I turned around immediately to be met with his smiley yet ridiculous expression.

“Turned into what you really are, didn’t you Thorpe? I always knew you’re a clown.” I said sarcastically and he scoffed.

“I may be or not be a clown but I for sure will be the one holding the cup.” Xav laughed.

“Where’s my teams’ flag?”

“You said you can fly?”

I looked up and there it was. Hanging on a branch.

“How could you do that? What I’m going to do now?” I asked playing hurt. At this moment he was no longer happy at all. He knew too well that I had something on my mind. I reached for my wand which had a special place in the inner corner of my costume and then I pointed at the flag, whispering quiet “accio flag”. It sprang to my hand with a light speed which took Thorpe by surprise and just when he was almost ready to come back to his boat, I decided to slow him down a little bit. That’s why I pointed my wand at him and used a reduction spell so in a matter of seconds he became tiny.

“What the hell Y/L/N! Change me back, it’s not fair!”

“What are you squeaking about? I almost can’t hear you, doll.” I laughed lifting him by his costume collar. He was kinda cute with his arms crossed against his chest, legs dangling and furious expression. “That’s exactly what you get for offending me.”

“Change me back or-“

“The only thing you could do now would be biting the tip of my finger which I believe won’t happen because I would have to let go of you and that might cause and unpleasant injury. Let me take you to your boat so you won’t get lost in here, what about that?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Nothing new, Xav.”

And I did what I said. His friends were shocked seeing him in that state and I even heard some mocks towards him which made me burst out laughing but we won after all.

He was absolutely furious and I swear that I’ve never seen anyone this mad in my life.

Then the outreach day came and to my unhappiness the both of us were assigned at the Weathervane. He only rolled his eyes on me so I kept talking with this cute barista, Tyler.

“Would you mind to stop your silly conversations and help me maybe? I want to remind you that we were assigned here to work not gossip or even flirt.” Xav said.

“Fine. So Tay, what’s my job considering the fact that this poor artist is wiping dirty tables?”

Xavier’s scoff almost made me laugh. I truly loved getting on his nerves. He deserved it.

Tyler quickly showed me how to use this weird machine which was professionally called a coffee express and I only hoped to remember everything. My face expression was for sure worried as hell.

“I think it’s not the best idea to let her work with it. You see, she used to live under the rock for the past few years and she doesn’t even have a smartphone which means she may not get well with this yet shitty express.”

Well, he was kind of right at that point.

“I propose to let her wipe the tables and collect orders and I’ll be working with electronics. Are you into it, Y/L/N?”

“Yes.”

“Do whatever you want. Just please don’t destroy anything and try not to kill each other since I feel the unpleasant pressure between you two.”

“You should talk to her. She’s a hag here. But be careful with her or she’ll change you into a doll.”

I could say that this day was really good and even cooperating with this brat was successful. He tried to make me a fool many times yet he never succeeded. We spent many hours in the cafeteria but unfortunately right before closing Xavier spilled his hot coffee on me and that was indescribably painful.

“Xavier!” I shrieked wiping as much of a black liquid out of myself as possible. With my bare hands which resulted in burning them too.

And yet he was only standing in front of me with and unbothered face expression. How could someone be this emotionless?

“Don’t shriek. Just use your wand.”

“Are you serious? Do you really think that there is an uncountable amount of spells? I’m not a healer for Merlin’s sake, I didn’t study healing spells!”

“What kind of a witch you are then? I thought that with your help, all orders will be floating around the local and yet you had to walk around to give them to the customers. It’s-“

“You don’t understand anything.”

“So maybe enlighten me?”

“Honestly Xavier, I really don’t have any interest in explaining anything to you. Tell Tyler that I left.”

But what happened some time later, was absolutely unforgivable. Imagine that Kent invited me to the RaveN Dance and for some reason Xavier wasn’t too happy about that. He himself came with Bianca, his ex which was just as much prejudiced against me as he was. I had a truly the best time ever since the muggle music was fantastic. Even too fantastic because after about three hours due to a huge headache I needed to left the party. I was met with Bianca furiously looking at me with her shoulders crossed over her chest.

“Kitten got on your tongue?” She said burning holes in my head.

“What’s your problem? I just need to rest. Besides I have no reason talking to you, do I?”

Her scoff was so venomous that I thought I’m no longer talking with a siren. More like with a snake. She would for sure join Slytherin if it only still existed.

“Xavier’s talking about you all the time. He seems to be fucking mad at you and hate you, yet he can’t stop eyeing you.”

“There is a true hatred between us and I believe whatever he says is not too nice. There’s nothing you should be afraid of. If you still want him take him. I don’t care about him neither about you.”

With that I turned around and wanted to leave, but

“He asked me to use my amulet to make him forget about you.”

What the hell?

I looked at her again shocked.

“And did you do that?”

“Are you mental? My power was the main reason of our break up. He never trusted me and thought I was manipulating him. Yet he wants me to use it so he can no longer have feelings towards you.”

“Woah, slow down a little bit, okay? Firstly there’s no point in being mad and secondly he doesn’t have any feelings towards me, you get it? He hates me and I hate him and the only thing he may want to forget is all that hatred. I saw his expression while looking at me and believe, he is not interested and-“

“You’re so dumb girl. Go and have a rest now. Maybe you’ll understand everything better after few hours of sleeping because your brain clearly isn’t working. Have a good night.”

That was weird, saying delicately. What kind of feelings might he had towards me? Come on, he would destroy me if he could. I remember when he put a dog’s shit into my bag. Everything was smelly as fuck but happily I knew a cleaning spell which helped me with it. Do you think this kind of action means liking me?

“Leave me alone, Thorpe.” I heard from behind. It’s was Xavier and Bianca of course. He probably wanted to apologise to her yet she didn’t want to talk with him and came back to the Dance. Xavier’s and mine eyes met but when he wanted to say something, I left. And that was a huge mistake.

On the very next day, loud banging to my dorm room woke me up. I had got up and then opened the door. It was sheriff and probably his coworker.

“What’s going on?”

“Miss Y/L/N, you have to go with us.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Wednesday spoke with her usual emotionless expression. “…but I know it was you who attacked Eugene yesterday night.”

I had no time to discuss yet to fight against them. I was taken to the sheriff’s office and I spent several (or more) long days in prison with chains hanging from my wrists. In officers’ eyes, I was a monster which was haunting the woods in the area. A real hag which was looking for a revenge for her death relatives which were burnt alive for doing magic. It made no sense however they had a point. Eugene was attacked on the RaveN Dance night at the time when I left to take a rest. Bianca and Xavier saw me and I was sure it was Thorpe who framed me. At last he was the one who welcomed me with his unhealthy fright of witch monsters from his grandmother’s stories. Nobody could defend me at that moment and possibly prove that I came back to my dorm that night. I had no roommate. Besides I was horrifically worried about Eugene yet I had no clue how to contact with anyone. Sheriff had confiscated my wand before I hid it. To say more I had no visitors since I was considered dangerous and everyone was afraid of me. Wednesday was sure of me being the monster. Enid as her good friend for sure believed her. Xavier probably was happy as ever that he doesn’t have to look at me anymore and that he was right judging my witchy roots. After spending a few days there I broke down completely. I was sitting there in the corner, not wanting to speak or eat. My whole attention was focused on this one little window in the office and at my lovely owl Snow which was sitting behind windows’ glass, observing me. I don’t know how much time passed. It might have been two or three weeks but honestly I don’t know because I lost the track of time.

“Hey, Y/N!” Somebody hissed. My eyes widened seeing Lita Greyback herself, kneeling behind bars. She was the last person I could have expected to see.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came here to help you. You see, I know it’s not you who attacked Eugene.” She said. “We may not have met officially but I overheard Enid’s conversation about you and she said that you know my father.”

Hearing it, I came closer to her, wanting to know more. I sat right in front of her while she reached her hand to me.

“I’m Lita Greyback, nice to meet you officially.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you too.” I said shaking her hand.

“Look, sheriff doesn’t know that I’m here. I gave his coworker certain something to put him to sleep and I sneaked in. But I have a proof that you’re innocent. You see, since I’ve overheard Enid speaking about you, I kept observing you and saw you coming back to your dorm. I even thought about talking to you that night but then this whole incident happened and I was just shocked to say the least.”

“What’s your proof?”

“It’s my conversation with Sienna about you. I wrote her that I was hesitant about knocking your door and she wrote about the attack. She then sent me a voice message that Xavier thinks it’s your fault and I wrote that it’s impossible because you’re in your dorm. And if it’s not enough which I believe won’t be in this case, I also have a-“

“So you say she’s innocent?” Sheriff Galpin spoke and Lita immediately stood up.

“Yes, sheriff. I’m sure of that.”

“And your only evidence is a stupid conversation?”

“You may call it stupid but it actually is important. You see, Y/N and I aren’t friends. I mean not yet so I have no reason to help her. To say more I heard that Eugene’s scratches were nothing like injuries which could be made by a spell. Whatever attacked him it wasn’t Y/N. Maybe a bear or another monster?”

“What can you say about it, miss Y/L/N?”

“I’m innocent as I said plenty of times. You know, I wish Dumbledore- I mean a principal of Hogwarts could be here with his pensive. I could show you my memories and that would be the best proof yet it can’t happen without him.”

“And where is he?”

“Dead.”

“Or maybe it was a werewolf? Maybe that’s why you want to free her? You feel guilty so you came here and-“

“No, sheriff. It’s not me neither her. Please, show mercy. She spent almost 3 weeks here being innocent.”

“Why did you show up now, not those 3 weeks ago?”

“I knew I should have done it sooner but I was said by others that it’s not my business and-“

“Could you do something for me, Lita?” I asked and she only nodded. “You have to go to my dorm room and find a truth potion. It’s called a veritaserum and I keep it in a trunk under my bed. You’ll find it quickly because it’s the only transparent potion and it looks like water.”

“You think I’ll believe in it?” Sheriff laughed sarcastically.

“If you think I want to trick you, you’ll be the first one using it and you’ll see yourself that this potion can make you reveal the darkest secret of yours. It’s very powerful and if it won’t prove my innocence, nothing will.”

“Fine. Let me give you a ride to your school of freaks and we’ll both go to the damned room to find it. I’ll call the backup to have more witnesses.” He said to Lita and then turned to me. “Is that fine enough or maybe miss witchy wants something more?”

“I want to be free again. That’s it. And could you free me from those chains, please? They’re so heavy.”

“You really expect too much, lady.”

Happily it didn’t take too much time until they were back. The bottle of veritaserum was halfway empty so I had to be very careful with it because it was the only way to prove them wrong. As I said I wanted to use it on sheriff first however he didn’t agree and instead one of his workers took a sip of tea with the potion. After that he was brutally honest and I was sure that he’s to lose his job. Yet, everyone believed that the potion works and to their dismay they had to free me after I told them everything what happened on that certain night.

„It’s true then. Fenrir Greyback is your father?” I said during the way back to Nevermore.

“Yes, yet I’ve never met him. My mum is a normie or a muggle, whatever you call them. They met by an accident and had a short affair. Short because when she discovered what he was, she left UK and moved to the USA. She was really afraid of and unfortunately she found out that she was pregnant. With me obviously. So I’m a half-werewolf. Kind of cool yet it’s really painful to change during every full moon.”

“He’s a bad person, your father. He’s on the dark side fighting against the good one. He also killed many people.”

“I’m so ashamed of having such a father.”

“You shouldn’t be. You’re not him.”

“Do you think he would want to meet me if he knew he has a child?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I didn’t have an opportunity to meet him officially. Happily to me. But I think it’s better for you that he doesn’t know about your existence. Don’t get me wrong but Who Must Not Be Named would kill you and your mother in a matter of seconds. That’s what he did to most of people I knew.”

“I can see you suffering. You lost someone you loved, didn’t you?”

I only nodded not being able to talk about that. Once at Nevermore, we said our goodbyes and I came back to my dorm room. The next day was supposed to be quite chaotic due to the family weekend but I didn’t expect anyone. That’s very complicated and I thought I will never have to talk about that with anyone however it happened very soon. You see…

Saturday, the first day of family weekend. Everyone was over the moon and no one noticed my coming back. Happily for me actually. I felt betrayed for some reason so I didn’t want to talk to anyone anyway. I decided to spend my day in the school library which was totally empty this day. I had my fave spot there from which I could observe what was going on on the quad and in the academy park the same time. I sat there cross legged with my spell book which I was studying in the free time. Once I tried to flip to the next page, several pictures fell from it and made a small mess on the floor. I loved keeping photos in every book I owned. But once I saw all those smiling people waving to me from the pictures my eyes started to water. I felt my heart breaking once again. I don’t know when I bursted out crying. What happened was still unbelievable and I couldn’t agree with it. I don’t know how much time I spent there crying my eyes out, yet somebody joined me.

“You’re sad because nobody came to see you?” Xavier spoke leaning against the book shelf. He wasn’t sarcastic like always. I saw a guilt in his expression. “Just joking. My father left me alone too. Doesn’t have time for his crazy son again. But there’s no need to cry, believe me.” He said eyeing me. I swear that I saw a glimpse of tears in his eyes too. “I wanted to apologise for framing you. I was just mad and-“

“I don’t care about that anymore.” I said coldly. Once he noticed many photographs on my lap, he sat beside me, reaching for them. He was visibly confused seeing them moving like a video.

“Wow, that’s crazy.” He whispered. “Who are all these people? I can see you on this one but the rest?”

“My friends.” I replied not bothering to look at him.

“Where are they?” He kept asking.

„I don’t know.”

“I get it. It’s pretty difficult to keep in touch if you don’t have phones.”

“That’s not it, Xavier!”

I swear I never used to raise my voice at anyone and I was as shocked as he was. Yet I couldn’t stand being silent and left alone with my thoughts.

“They may be dead, you get it? Back then, when the Dark Lord tried to come back to ruling the wizarding world, my friends and I used to have a lovely life full of silly adventures. We had no idea about Vold- Dark Lord’s raising strength and power and then suddenly the wizarding war happened. He had one serious enemy. The boy who lived even though a death spell hit him. The Dark Lord lost his powers and tried everything to kill him what happened exactly a year ago during the war. I lost everyone I loved. The lovely golden trio is dead. Additionally my lover boy was kidnapped because he failed his mission and I don’t know if he’s still alive or not. And I may never know. The Dark Lord killed every muggleborn due to their filthy blood, he also started killing muggles and that’s why I had to run away and clean my parents’ memory. They have no idea that they have a daughter. They live somewhere in Africa or Merlin knows where and I’m here now.” I sobbed.

“That’s sick…” Xav whispered visibly flabbergasted.

“Sick? That’s what you think?”

“I mean, I’m very sorry. I can’t even imagine how it could be to lose everyone. But aren’t you afraid about this Dark freak finding you here?”

“I am.”

“Can I help you somehow?”

“You? You’re no use. I don’t trust you and I never will. You see, I used to have many enemies back there yet anyone had ever hurt me the way you did. I truly wish I could go back to the UK and fight against the dark wizards even though I know I’d collapse dead before I had a chance to reach for my wand. Yet I prefer to be dead than looking at you. And everything because you believe in those silly stories of your grandmother.”

Wow, that was harsh.

“I know I made a huge mistake and I’d do anything to repair it-“

“Just leave me alone.”

“I want to start once again. Please, at least try to give me a second chance. I’ll prove you that I’m worth it.”

“I don’t know about that, Thorpe. I-“

“Please.”

If you’ve never seen Xavier’s pleading eyes, believe me, it was almost impossible to say no to them. I was sitting there, in front of him with watery eyes and tears ready to spill and I wasn’t able to say a word. I couldn’t believe I actually showed him how weak I was. He was the last person who should’ve seen it.

“One last chance and don’t you dare ever asking me for anything.” I said with a breaking voice and after that I came back to looking at the photographs. I started crying once again. The pain which I was going through was unbearable.

The next days were grey and almost lifeless. I got many apologies from Enid and even Wednesday said she was sorry for accusing me. She told me about Crackstone and some shit about it but I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was wholly focused on my experiment which was going successfully and I expected positive results soon. Of course I’m talking about creating a time turner. I said I loved potions, didn’t I? I was bloody interested in alchemy and that’s why I knew what substances I’m supposed to use to make it. It took a lot of time however I made it. And after trying I found out it worked so I was able to repair everything and destroy the Dark Lord.

“So what exactly are you planning to do now?” Xavier asked looking at the golden object in my hand.

“It happened about 11 months ago so I have to turn it… 8000 times. Quite a lot.”

“Why so many?”

“One turn for one hour. I don’t plan to do it actually. I know a dark spell which makes a magical object do exactly what I want. Confundus. Very advanced magic it is but I know exactly how to use it.”

“And what’s going to happen after that?”

“I’ll be back at Hogwarts. Me from the past and me from the present. I’ll have to be very careful. You know, I don’t want my past myself to see me. I would freak out. I think I have to go and talk with the principal and prepare a plan. He’s the only one being able to help.”

“And what if it works and the dark freak will be destroyed?”

“I don’t know. I probably will be in the UK with the ones I love. And you’ll never meet me.”

His eyes widened immediately.

“That’s it, Xavier. Are you aware of the fact that every little change in the past makes a huge difference in the present?” I asked a bit worried. “It’s very complicated actually. Playing with time isn’t funny. It’s a serious thing and considering a fact of Dark Lord’s possible death-“

“What if you’ll die during the war?” He hesitated fidgeting with his fingers.

“Well, I don’t know if the war’s going to take place if I tell Dumbledore about Voldy coming back to his powers. There’s nobody more powerful than Hogwarts principal.”

“But potentially if something happens to you? Doesn’t matter during the war or not.”

“I have to take the risk. It’s the only way to save my world and those who I love.”

“And if everything goes the way you want to where could you possibly be now? You know, so I could find you.”

“There’s no need to worry. You won’t remember me.”

The purest shock appeared on his face. I’ve never seen him this speechless.

“You want to tell me that for the whole time I was supporting you and you try to run away from us? From Nevermore? And I won’t even remember you?” He said looking straight into my eyes.

“We both know this school is not a place for me. Why do you care actually? As I said you won’t remember me. Once I disappear everything will change. You’ll forget about me immediately and-“

“I thought you wanted to come back after saving everything.”

“It doesn’t make sense. I’m trying to repair my world so I could stay there forever. Why would I come back here if it’s not my place to be?”

“That’s your revenge, isn’t it?”

“What the fuck are you talking about now?”

“Nothing. You know what, keep doing what you do. I don’t care about that anymore. Have a great time with your ‘Hog-twats’.”

“How dare you-“

“Just leave.”

And I did. Just as he wished.

• Xavier •

She said I would forget her immediately yet I didn’t. And I had no idea why. Did her plan work out? Or maybe she failed? My heart broke just at the thought. The truth is I fell for her not so long ago and my silly actions weren’t supposed to hurt her. I just wanted her attention, that’s all. And she chose being a hero only to have her lover boy back.

I had no time to think about that at all because there were some complications with Wednesday and Crackstone. Y/N was probably starting her new life in the UK and I was to fight with a dead man. Everything happened very quickly. Bianca, Yoko and I escorted students from the academy while Addams was in the quad. I could not let her face him all alone so I came back to her and-

“Petrificus totalus!” Y/N shrieked pointing her wand at this dead bastard and throwing a silver sword to Wednesday. Crackstone went totally stiff and then Wednesday stabbed him with it. He started turning into the dust and then disappeared. I was pale as fuck not knowing what the hell was going on. Why Y/N was there? Did she fail? Without thinking I pulled her behind a wooden pillar to talk, however suddenly Thornhill spoke. She pointed a gun at Addams and just when I wanted to go and save her, Y/N stopped me.

“Stay quiet. Everything is under control.” She whispered. Wednesday looked scared. Probably for the first time since she arrived at Nevermore.

“Expelliarmus.”

Thornhill’s gun flew away leaving her shocked.

“Who we have here. Miss Y/L/N, I see you’re getting better.”

“There’s no need to worry about me.” Y/N said still pointing her wand at the red haired woman. “Incarcerous”.

The tip of Y/N’s wand sparked and then Thornhill was tightly bonded by many thick ropes. Impressive.

“Soon someone will come to collect you, professor.” Y/L/N said before leaving. I ran after her but she was nowhere to be seen. She probably came back to Hogwarts and I felt bad again.

• Y/N •

The last few days were crazy to say the least. Everything was going perfectly, then I failed and then I succeeded again. Due to the last events at Nevermore, students were sent home earlier. I believe everyone was tired after what actually happened. You don’t fight with a dead man everyday, do you? Anyway, I appeared at academy too, to collect my belongings before leaving Jericho for the next few months. To my happiness I was welcomed by Enid’s shrieks and a tight hug. She was covered in bruises and scratches yet she still looked ravishing.

“It was amazing! Wednesday told me about your help with this dead freak and you became a school hero. Would you mind if I wrote about you on my blog?” She laughed with pure excitement.

“You have a free hand, Enid. I’m glad you’re okay. What about Ajax?”

“I think we’ve never been this close with each other. You have no idea how caring he is, especially after my first ever wolfing out.”

“I’m glad. What are your plans for the break?” I asked biting my lower lip.

“Oh, I’m coming back home to San Francisco. You have to visit me. I don’t think I’ll be able to bear few months without contacting you.” She said.

“Sure. Thank you, En. Sorry but I have to go to my dorm. I’m still not packed.” I added with a smile.

“I believe someone wants to see you too.”

With that she looked up at the balcony and Xavier leaning against the railing. He sent me a shy smile and a delicate wave. I knew I had to face the truth. I had taken a deep breath before heading up to him.

“So you’re back.” He said calmly with a slight smile.

“Yeah.” I whispered not daring to look at him.

“Why?”

“You don’t want me here?”

“Of course I want you here. But I just don’t understand. You said that I’ll forget about your existence. Yet you disappeared and I didn’t forget.”

“Let’s go talk to my dorm, shall we? I don’t feel comfortable getting all those curious looks from other students.”

“As you wish.”

We headed to my room without exchanging any word. I was unsuccessfully trying to collect my thought but for some reason I wasn’t able to. The chaos which happened lately was just unbelievable.

“So” I began after sitting on my bed. The long haired boy followed and once we were sat facing each other I knew I had to explain everything. “Let’s say that I failed.”

“You fucked it up even more?”

“Not exactly. You see, right after arriving at the castle, I decided to spend some time with my friends. Merlin, I love them so much and-” I sighed. “I knew I had to go to the principal and tell him about everything that was about to happen. However before I got a chance to do so, my lovely transfiguration teacher stopped me. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately she noticed the past version of myself behind the corner and knew exactly what I’ve done. She invited me to her office and forbade to say a word about the future. I could only tell her that the Dark Lord is back and rules the world but… She told me that I mustn’t change anything. You get it? She was aware of her possible death yet she didn’t let me do what I had to do. She said that the consequences might be too serious and I should give up if I don’t want to wreck the present even more. I also heard that what I wanted to do was selfish and I only thought about myself because I wanted to give myself another chance to be happy without thinking about how others’ life would be after that. And she was right. I was doing it go get them all back because I couldn’t stand my life without them but I haven’t been caring about their possible future. It’s our destiny which decided whether we should be alive or not. I only got a chance to speak to them one last time before coming back here and-“

You know that the tears of sadness are different than those of happiness? I almost coughed feeling the unbelievably salty taste on my lips.

“Shh. Don’t cry, Y/N. You can’t change anything with your cries.” Xav spoke, wiping my tears with his thumb. “I know it’s difficult and I’m very sorry that you have to go through this but you’re very strong and I believe you’ll feel better soon. Try to think positively. It was meant to be like that for some reason. What if you saved them and then they died in even worse way? Would you want them to suffer?”

“I don’t.”

“And that’s it. You have to believe that wherever they are they’re probably happy and they wouldn’t want to see you crying over something that you can’t fight with. Grief is awful, I know it but I promise that I will be here for you all the time if you need anything.” He added grabbing my hand gently.

“Thank you, Xavier. And I’m sorry that I wanted to leave you even though you gave me so much support. I truly was thinking only about mys-“

“It doesn’t matter. I was thinking only about myself too. I knew how much you loved them yet I got mad because I didn’t want to let you go. I like you. Quite a lot actually. I know you’re in pain now but I’d love to try and give you as much happiness as possible. Once again I’m very sorry for everything that happened at the beginning. I should’ve known you before judging.”

“It’s fine, really. I wasn’t too friendly myself.”

“I’ve never noticed.” He joked containing a laugh and I smiled delicately. “I have something for you.”

A bottle green box came to my view. It had a big ribbon on it and was not too heavy. I opened the lid slowly, expecting something to jump out of it however what I saw was a phone.

He gave me a phone.

“Xav, but I-“

“I’ll show you everything. Living among so called muggles have its own rules. One of them is having a cellphone so you can keep in touch with people. Don’t get me wrong but Snow is way too slow so she may feel free from now on. She deserves it, doesn’t she?”

“Thank you. Very much. It’s so new to me and.. I think it will take me half of my life to catch up with all those technologies surrounding me.”

“You have me, remember? Besides, I still don’t understand what actually happened during yesterday’s night. How did you know how to destroy Crackstone?”

“I told the transfiguration teacher about him. She couldn’t help me with fighting for Hogwarts so she told me all about him. That’s it.”

“You’re a hero.” He laughed, playing with my fingers. Wait, I haven’t even noticed him still holding my hand. “And where do you plan to spend the break?”

“No idea.“

“What about staying at my place? My father rarely is at home so he wouldn’t mind. And I could keep my eye on you in case you needed help.”

He was so soft and adorable at that moment. I couldn’t believe it was the same boy who used to tease me and put a dog’s shit in my bag. It may sound funny but I swear I wanted to murder him for doing it.

“That would be lovely if it’s not a problem.”

“Silly you, of course it’s not.” He laughed then eyeing my lips. “I know it’s probably too soon but can I… you know.”

Oh boy, what now? He was attractive but did I want it?

“Okay.” I said quietly and then he pecked my lips delicately. It felt like a sweep of butterfly’s wings against my skin. So quick and soft yet so satisfying.

“Let me help you packing your things and then I’ll buy us train tickets.” He said kissing my knuckles and I laughed at him which confused him a bit. Pulling wand out of my jacket‘s pocket, I pointed its tip at my belongings and said “pack”. Xavier’s expression was worth every Galleon. He was so focused on all floating objects that I felt better immediately.

“Intriguing. So if it comes to the tickets-“

“We don’t need them. Hold my hand and and close your eyes.”

I forgot to inform that the teleportation may be rough for those who had never experienced it before. His head was spinning for the rest of the day so our smartphone classes ended up with his head resting on my chest during his unexpected slumber. Happily his sofa was pretty comfortable and I fell asleep as well. There we were, both calmly snoring in each other’s embrace.

And in my dream, my lovely friends from Hogwarts were waving at me happily, saying their goodbyes. I knew, they were in the better place and didn’t want me to suffer anymore.

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Sterek Fic Recs

Here are links to my Top 10 favorite Sterek fics/series with my personal ringing endorsements for each. Not all of them are slow-burns, but most are, and all take place in canon.

1. By Any Other Name by entanglednow

33,090 words/Explicit

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

This is my number 1, absolute favorite Sterek fic. It currently has over 21,000 kudos and for good reason. Stiles and Derek lose their memories and have to figure out who they are, who did this to them, and how to get their memories back. The fic does a beautiful job utilizing Stiles' detective skills to retrace their steps and shows how well these two work as a team with just their personalities and no prior history. Plus, who doesn't enjoy a Supernatural-style, monter-hunting roadtrip? Just absolutely gorgeous, made me tear up at the end, very well written, love of my life.

2. Stepping Off The Razor's Edge by MissAnnthropic

25,301 words/Explicit

After the events of season 3b, the group in Beacon Hills graduate high school and move on with their lives… everyone except Stiles and Derek. Beset by their demons, they decide they need to get away for a while to clear their heads. Cue the road trip. (companion piece to “Occam’s Razor” but can be read alone)

This is actually Part 2 of a series, but can be read alone (which I highly recommend you do!!!). It honestly hits much harder when not tied to Part 1 (and in my opinion actually has very little to do with Part 1), the tones are completely different, and the ending of Part 1 left a sour taste in my mouth. Just trust me on this one. Read this without Part 1. If you're still curious, go back and read it AFTER. THIS fic, however, is one of the subtlest, slowest burns I've ever read. It's very gradual but not in a frustrating way, since it's giving Stiles enough time to heal. Stiles, one day, just goes, "I can't anymore" and drops everything, including school, to essentially run away from his problems. Instead of trying to stop him, Derek, without any questions, opens the passenger door and goes "Where to?". A long, epic roadtrip ensues where they ignore the rest of the world and go from allies to the only ones that truly understand each other. It is absolutely beautiful.

3. Amor Fati by alocalband

42,812 words/Explicit

When Stiles gets thrown into the bank vault about twenty minutes after him, Derek isn’t even surprised. As it turns out, neither is Stiles.

This is probably the most well-written, in-character Derek I've come across. Prickly, snappy, but still cares for the well-being of others even if he doesn't show it. This fic is also meta at times in a funny way, with Stiles constantly calling out why the universe keeps shoving them together and why their lives keep playing out cliche' tropes. It doesn't get 4th-wall-break-ey, though, and it's mostly serious and hits you pretty hard in the beginning. It's not as overindulgent as you might think as you learn that all the times they're shoved together aren't just coincidence.

4. The Weight of Living by thecomedownchampion

7,083 words/Explicit

Healing was a slow process. It was like driving up a mountain in the winter without snow tires; you’d make a little progress, slip back a little, keep moving forward, get stuck in a snow drift and have to dig yourself out.

More Nogitsune trauma and Stiles trying to live with himself in the aftermath. No one but Derek truly understands what it's like to experience that much guilt and grief. Derek tries to show that Stiles is thoughtful and caring and nothing like the Nogitsune. There's a scene of Stiles remembering Derek's birthday that absolutely tore me up.

5. You Saw Me Standing Alone by orphan_account

43,947 words/Explicit

A pack of alpha werewolves is burning a war path through Beacon Hills; Stiles shouldn’t have the luxury of trying to get laid.

I honestly don't think I could describe this in a way to do this story justice. Just know that there's a reason that it's one of my top 5. The whole fic revolves around the Alpha pack wreaking havoc and leaving warnings all around town, mostly setting fires. Stiles and Derek steadily come together in a physical way but spend most of the time not quite knowing what their exact relationship is to one another. Stiles and Derek reminisce about loved ones, trading stories of fond memories. A story of navigating a relationship with neither one having any clue what they're doing or what they want, all while under a constant looming threat. There's also a bit in the beginning about Stiles taking some sort of healing potion that causes hallucinations, but so much other important stuff happens that you kinda forget about that part.

6. For You There's No Warning by Zee (orphan_account)

36,590 words/Explicit

Derek doesn’t know how Stiles always does this every time they have to work together: he gets Derek caught up in these ridiculous, circular conversations and Derek finds himself arguing over inconsequential things that he doesn’t actually feel that strongly about. It’s like Stiles has an innate ability to bring Derek down to his level of immaturity.

This is the best kind of dynamic. Their constant arguing and UST reaches a boiling point. You don't usually see this kind of fic from Derek's point of view, especially a Derek who, despite making the first move, is unsure and insecure and is just so terrified of taking advantage of Stiles, like Kate did to him (and the fear of becoming Kate is so crippling). It's also refreshing to see a headstrong Stiles that's confident and doesn't let Derek second-guess himself or run away when things get scary, who isn't afraid to say "Oh no you don't, buddy. We're going to sit here and talk this out." They're both awkward dorks that have a hard time communicating properly (it can get a little frustrating at times), but you can tell they're trying so earnestly, harder than they ever have with any other relationship. There's tons on monsters-of-the-week, hunters, witches, etc. There's plenty of excitement and drama. Also bottom!Derek, because he just needs someone to take care of him.

7. walk me down your broken line by geordielover

18,411 words/Explicit

The kissing. That’s important, very important. Not that the homicidal lycanthrope dragging him through dirt and fallen leaves isn’t important, but the kiss that follows? The path to this monumental push of lips on lips began even before this ill-fated venture to the Hale house. The douchebag manhandling him through the forest, hand clamped tight around Stiles’s throat to keep him from screaming, is just a bonus.

A cute, slow burn romance with a mostly soft Derek and an unsure Stiles that is always worried if the next thing he does is going to be what makes Derek break up with him (not realizing that Derek adores him). I love how supportive and understanding the sheriff is in this. Anyone who knows me will know that I'm a sucker for Stiles remembering Derek's birthday, but this fic reverses that with Derek being sweet and thoughtful for Stiles' birthday instead, which is almost just as nice. The main reason this fic is at my top 10 is because of one moment in particular, in which (not knowing of Derek's past with Kate) Stiles licks Derek's stomach...the aftermath of this broke me HARD. It is absolutely tragic for the both of them, but they find comfort in each other and it's very warming to read how they handle it. Plus, they face some monsters. All in all, their relationship is very wholesome and sweet, and not as heavy or riddled with grief as my other recommendations may be. You get the sense that they're together because they're fond of each other, not just because they're both hurting and lost.

8. We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype

25,935 words/Explicit

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree. As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

Another cute slow burn but with a surprisingly funny Derek. Stiles gets hurt and Derek takes it upon himself to dote on him. Stiles has printed out werewolf research laying out on his desk and Derek makes a habit out of writing sarcastic and hilarious notes between the lines. Made all the more hilarious because, despite what he's writing, his demeanor doesn't change. He's still stone-faced and broody all while doodling dicks on Stiles' research. At the same time, Derek can be socially awkward. It's adorable how these two learn things about each other and the witty banter and quips between these two are non-stop and pure gold.

9. Trust Fall by Stoney

144,224 words/Explicit

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide. Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit. **** Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over. They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused. Of course.

A body-swap fic that focuses on them learning each other's lives. Derek experiencing what it's like to have a father again via the sheriff is so heartwarming and Stiles learning about Derek's history with Kate is heartbreaking. I know I've got a few Derek comforting Stiles fics on this list, so here is a sweet Stiles comforting Derek fic. Stiles is also pretty hilarious in this, super funny one-liners and banter from Stiles.

10. The Nothing Less/Something More series by bigboobedcanuck

Total: 30,526 words

Part 1: Nothing Less

11,422 words/Explicit

Derek even does up Stiles’s seatbelt, which Stiles thinks he should comment on, because it’s not like he got hit with kanima juice or something. He’s fine. But then Derek’s already sliding behind the wheel, and Stiles keeps losing little pockets of time.

Part 2: Something More

19,104 words/Explicit

In this sequel to Nothing Less, Stiles and Derek navigate the choppy waters of their new relationship. They also have to deal with that nasty alpha pack, who aren't going away without a fight. Drama and angst ensues.

A two part series that MUST be read together. I cried and was frantically thinking the whole time "The author wouldn't do that, would they? WOULD THEY?!" There are major twists and turns in Part 2 that will make you want to stop the hurting, but TRUST ME, you HAVE to read it to the end. As expected, Part 1 is a slowburn of them getting together. Stiles asks Derek to teach him how to shoot so he can stop feeling helpless. Part 1, I should mention, starts off with the Alpha pack attempting to sexually assault Stiles before Derek rescues him. Nothing happens, but just figured I'd put a warning.

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