#like there's two seconds showing them walking her to the castle where you wouldn't expect dialogue

[reshramlove1ob]

I found some old markers, so I drew this. The markers weren’t that great and made the paper tear up, and there wasn’t a lot of colors, just look at Devon’s hair smh, unfortunately. Otherwise, I’m happy with this drawing.

Part 1

Mynté was thrown into a room. It was cold and bare, as far as he could tell.

Once he managed to untie himself, he went to the door and tried it—locked, like he assumed, but it doesn’t hurt to try.

‘Where am I?’ Mynté wondered. Considering how cold it was, he could only assume Hell, but he really didn’t want to be in Hell. He was just a tour guide for Heaven, why in the worlds would demons want him?

He tried to knock down the door with his ice magic, but found it to be locked with a magic seal he’d never seen before. He went to the walls and tried to find a weak spot but failed.

Defeated, he sat down and tried to fall asleep to wake up back in Heaven, to realize this was just a dream all along.

An hour later, he was awaken to the sound of the door opening. A demon stood with a meal. Mynté assumed the demon was Leon, the demon who bought him.

“Here, eat up.” Probably Leon held out the plate of food. Mynté got up. This was his chance. If he could get past Leon, he’d be home free.

He slowly walked towards the demon, and when he was in the right place, dashed passed Leon and looked for an exit.

“HEY!” Leon roared and ran after Mynté, who quickly shot ice pillars in the way of him.

He found the door and ran out, his feet greeted by freezing cold snow. He saw a large city that looked wore down, and even further, a castle that was majestic and terrifying.

Yep. This was Hell.

Mynté panicked. He had to find a way back to Heaven! He didn’t belong here!

Hiding his wings and halo best he could, he ran into the city to try to find the border.

***

Mynté bumped into someone.

"Hey!"

"Excuse me?"

Mynté heard two voices. The second voice came the demon he bumped into.

"I'm sorry!"

"Whatever." The demon looked at his halo and his eyes went wide, "Angel?"

Mynté felt his heart drop.

"You are!" The demon dragged him into an alleyway, and into a sewer system.

"Erm, sir?" Mynté trembled, "Can you let me go?"

"No sir, you're my ticket outta here!" The demon's tail wagged.

"Let's hope so," The tail said. Mynté jumped, not expecting the tail to talk.

Mynté was dragged into a dead end. The dead end was fancied with a table, mattress, and chests and boxes full of stuff, from food to blankets and gemstones.

"Alright, angel," The demon sat Mynté down, "My name is Devon and I need your help."

"Like what?" Mynté asked causiously.

"Get me into Heaven, and I'll protect you."

"But I don't need protection!"

"If you're in Hell, you clearly do." Devon had a point. Mynté sighed a little, considering, before saying, "Why do you wanna go into Heaven?"

Devon grabbed a picture frame and showed him the picture inside--a woman, a child, and him.

"This is my wife, Amalia, and my kid, Lina. They're up in Heaven and I haven't seen them in about 100 years." Devon explained.

Mynté knew these two. He remembered giving them a tour in Heaven a long time ago. Amalia did mention something about her husband, but could this demon be telling the truth?

"Please, I'll do anything just to see them again!" Devon pled. Mynté stroked his chin before saying, "Fine, but no funny business."

"Great!" Devon pulled out some gemstones, "We'll just need to get into the castle."

"Why do you have those gems..?"

"Oh, it's our currency." Devon explained, "We use these to pay for stuff. It's 1,000 gems to get in."

"Wait, you have to pay to get into the castle?"

"You don't?"

"No."

"Wow..." Devon looked wistful for a moment before shaking his head, "It doesn't matter now. I only have 100 gems, so you need to get me some more."

"Wait, why do I have to do it?"

"Cuz I'm on the run from more people than you."

Mynté let out a small groan, "Fine, if it'll get you to help me."

Devon smiled. Mynté wouldn't let his guard down.

"Alright, I'm off-"

"Wait!" Devon held out a necklace.

"What is that? A bomb that'll turn me to stardust? An alert to get me in prison?"

"Why are you so paranoid?" The tail whined.

"Shut up, No, silly, it's a walkie-talkie. Talk into it, and I'll hear you from mine." He held up his necklace.

Mynté hesitated for a second. This could be a trap, but he couldn't help but think this demon was genuine. After all, he once was alive like he was...

Mynté took the necklace and left.

Once he was gone, Devon leaned against the wall and soon started to tear up. Someone was finally helping him. Selena could only do so much, but this angel could finally help him see his Amalia and Lina again...

#my art #heaven and hell war #my ocs #devon #mynté #leon #amalia #lina #my writing

[svtskneecaps]

so today i've discovered that despite being onscreen most of the time, prince phillip does not have any lines past like, the 45 minute mark of disney's original animated sleeping beauty

for reference, the last lines he has in the movie, to my knowledge, are when he rides up to his dad (before aurora is even at the castle), says "i'm going to marry a peasant girl i met in the woods!" and rolls out. he later gets kidnapped by maleficent, fights her minions, fights her cursed thorn forest, fights her, kisses aurora, brings aurora in to meet their parents, and dances with her and HE DOESN'T SPEAK ONCE IT'S SO FUNNY

#aurora doesn't have lines after being told she's a princess but really most of her screen time after that is her under the curse #like there's two seconds showing them walking her to the castle where you wouldn't expect dialogue #and then a couple seconds where she bursts into tears after they give her the crown which makes sense #it's in character to not speak there yknow this is a lot for her to take in and the poor girl had to ditch the guy she liked #and then she's cursed for the rest of the movie #which is like 45 ish minutes #it's just hilarious that phillip is both onscreen and able to speak and just DOESN'T #FOR THE LAST FORTY FIVE MINUTES OF THE MOVIE #NO WORDS OUT OF THIS MAN #IT'S SO FUNNY TO ME #not kpop #shut up vic

[bellarkeselection]

Unexpected Soulmates

Request from @fanficismydrug the reader is hiding from the evil queen after the curse is broken. She has a dark power that can only belong to her soulmate, trouble is she never expected it to the dark one.

Walking down the alley from my apartment I keep my head down with my hood covering my face. It's only been a couple days since the curse was broken by Emma. For everyone else it meant reuniting with your loved ones but for me it means that I'm on the run again from the Evil Queen. Before the curse was cast she had been looking for ne because I had stolen some money from her castle. At the time I had discovered she wasn't after the money but in fact trying to figure out what magic was used to knock her guards out cold. I knew my magic was dark because everytime I did a spell red smoke followed afterwards. The question of why still remains.

Rushing down the street I opened the first door I came across nit bothering to read the sign. Closing the door quickly I slide down onto the floor hoping that I'm safe inside who's ever shop this is. Glancing around I see all kinds of different objects from dolls to swords sitting in glass cases. "I appreciate it if you didn't break my little bell dearie." A Scottish voice enters from the back room walking with a cane coming to offer me a hand that I reluctantly take so he pulled me off the wooden floor. "My name's Mr. Gold but back in our land I was Rumplestiltskin. Can I know who you are you lass?" The Dark One, oh I'm dead.

"I'm Y/n, you wouldn't know my name there....I should go." I started to leave but something appears on my right ring finger that is a ring. Rumple lifts his freehand seeing the same exact ring on his hand. He didn't want to admit it but when he stepped into the room seeing you he felt something drawing him towards you, like some type of magic he had never dealt with before. "Did you create this?" I asked glancing back at him over my shoulder showing him the ring that glows red when I held it up. Why is it glowing like my magic. "I didn't do anything. I can sense magic from you though, did you?" I shake my head no confused as he appeared to be.

Rumple walks over to a stake of books flipping through pages before handing it to me so I can read the title 'Soulmates'. "I've read some parts of this type of magic but I never considered it to be real. In the chapter it describes that when two people, the mates finally meet a matching object appears on them." He removed his ring sitting it on the countertop and he waves his hand making it disappear in red smoke. "I'm gonna do a simple test. Bring it back then we'll have our answer." Lifting my right hand I close my eyes for a second thinking then open them waving my hand in the air seeing it return from the same color smoke.

"What does this mean, Rumple?" I slowly questioned trying to wrap my head around it but I'm not a master of magic like him. He rounds the counter coming to stand close in front of me. "It means Y/n that you and I are soulmates." He explains directing his freehand between the two of us. Sucking a lump in my throat I looked into his brown eyes feeling some desire that wasn't there until he spoke those words. "So what do we do...answer the rings and take a leap of faith?" I asked dropping my arms at my side. Rumple rests his right hand to my cheek leaning down to whisper. "It appears so dear." He then closes the gap kissing me slowly where at first I want to push him back but instead I kiss him back for a short few seconds. "Well lass how would say to letting me buy you dinner at Granny's and see where this leads?" He offered me his arm and I loop mine through it giving him a small smile. "We might have to finish reading the rest of that book to find out, Dearie." He smiled hearing me use his enchanted phrase.

Comments really appreciated 🤗

#ouat #ouat x reader #ouat rumplestilskin #rumple x reader #rumplestilskin x reader #mr. gold/rumplestiltskin x reader #ouat mr. gold x reader #requests open #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

[shadowsinger11]

You, The Stars And I

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k (oops)

Requested by @amira3113: Can I request a fic abt the reader seeing Fred and George comforting a kid after Umbridge punished him and the reader helps them and Fred thinks it's so cute what she is doing and she does the same and extra mega fluff, pls?🥺 you don't gotta do it if u don't want to btw.. so no pressure ;)

Warnings: A bit more angst than intended, Fred being a soft boi™️

A/N: I don't know how to feel, I just roasted myself hardcore with this and I'm feeling even more single. I'm sorry for not being able to use a 'keep reading' tab

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The sun fell asleep behind the endless hills, enveloped by dense, opaque darkness. Its golden rays no longer shone through the wide windows of the castle and instead let shadows creep into the long, empty hallways, revealing the ugly truth about what the school had turned into over the past few months.

The naked walls stood tall, towering over you and inching closer with every step you took, and you hung your head low, aiming to block out the singular buzzing thought in your head.

Hogwarts was no longer home.

Your heart ached at the memory of hundreds of students chattering and laughing all day long, freely walking around the school grounds and simply being children. You so terribly missed being careless and having fun without the fear of potentially facing a life-threatening punishment.

But now there was no laughter, only your footsteps echoed in the hallway.

You were headed straight to your common room, determined to go to sleep early. The curfew and the dozens of new restrictions prevented you from meeting your friends, and you hoped that sleep would at least somehow distract you from your worries for a couple of hours.

The deafening silence nearly caused you to miss the muffled sobs and quiet whispering, coming from a turn not far away. It seemed as though there were more than one voice speaking, and your chest clenched with dread.

You hurried your pace until you reached the source of the noise, and peeked from behind the wall.

The sight most definitely surprised you, but the pain in your chest only sharpened.

There, on a bench, Fred and George were sitting, hunched over a small boy, probably no older than a second year. You could tell by his green robes which house he was in, but his red, tear-stained face was what alarmed you.

You immediately approached him and fell to your knees. George was on his left, rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back, while Fred was on the other side, holding his small hand in his, on the back of which a few words glistened with fresh crimson blood.

I must not ask questions.

You sent the twins a questioning look, but Fred dismissed it by shaking his head; clearly that was not the time for an explanation, nor was one necessary to begin with.

You placed a hand on the boy's knee to make your presence known.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

This only caused the child to sob harder and you internally cursed for having to go through this routine.

"It hurts…" he whimpered, "I thought Hogwarts was fun. I met friends last year and it was great. But now… Now I really want to go home."

Your jaw clenched and you swallowed hard, furious about seeing innocent children slowly losing faith and joy in life, turning into hollow shells of the amazing people they could have grown to become.

The horrifying experience would inevitably have a massive impact on them and unexplainable guilt twisted your stomach. And even though the long-term damage had already been done, you could at least take care of the temporary pain.

"It's not going to hurt for long, I promise," Fred whispered, tenderly playing with the boy's trembling fingers. "Ours are already fading."

"That's true, see?" George showed the back of his hand on which you could make out the faint, bloody words 'I must not cause trouble.', and you felt sick. "Soon you won't even remember it was there."

Tears stung in your eyes, but before you gave them a chance to fall, you turned to the redheads.

"I can heal the wound. Well, to an extent. If anything, I can lessen the pain," you began. "But I need to grab something from the Charms classroom."

Fred frowned, confused, "Wouldn't you need a potion for that? Why Charms?"

"Snape isn't the only one armored with potions for just in case things go wrong. And we can't risk going to the dungeons at this hour. It's not wise to tell Madam Pomfrey yet either."

The twins nodded. George said.

"It's not a good idea for all of us to go at once. I suggest one of us returns and covers the others up if necessary."

"I'll go with her," Fred stated without a second thought. "I can get them safely where they need to be, let her do her thing and bring them back."

Fred's eagerness to help filled you with warmth and for once that night you had the strength to smile, even for just a second.

"That sounds like plan then. But you should really take the map," George added, already pulling out the neatly folded Marauder's Map from his backpack. "Don't wanna risk getting caught by the ugly toad, you know."

"As if she'd be strolling down the hallways late at night. Doesn't she have hobbies?"

"Does hanging creepy pictures of cats on pink walls count as such?" you commented and the second year giggled, which made you feel slightly better as well.

Fred took the map from George and you grabbed the boy's hand.

"Good luck, guys. And, like, don't die."

"Woah, greatly encouraging, Georgie," you replied sarcastically, but appreciated it nonetheless. "You sure you'll be fine?"

"Absolutely. I got the route memorized like the back of my hand. I'll be careful."

And with that, George headed towards the Gryffindor Tower while you, Fred and the boy went in the opposite direction - the East Towers.

The night was eerily quiet, only the footsteps and shuddering breaths of the three of you keeping you sane. The soft light, gleaming at the tip of your wands, didn't do much to brighten the empty hallways which now seemed like endless voids of darkness.

Occasionally Fred would warn you about Filch's cat approaching, or Peeves causing trouble nearby, but fortunately, you reached the classroom sooner than expected.

"Alohomora," you whispered, but the door didn't bulge when you tried to open it.

Fred grinned, "Surely a Charms professor wouldn't let such a cliché unlock his own classroom."

"Shut up," you grumbled. "Aberto!"

The door opened. Fred's eyes widened in amusement and you flashed him a charming smile on your way in.

You placed the boy to sit on a desk as you and your friend rushed to look through drawers and chests for something useful. Most of them were full of basic items such as old books and quills, half-full jars of salamander blood, pearl dust and gillyweed, and after long fifteen minutes of not having found anything, you slid your back down against the wall, sighing in frustration.

Sleep-deprivation was kicking in, but your anxiety was getting stronger.

You needed to do something. Fast.

"What about this chest right here?" Fred asked from the other side of the classroom, pointing at something under Flitwick's desk.

You shook your head, "Doesn't open, already tried. Even if the cure is there, we can't get it."

"I take it your brilliant spells don't work anymore?" the redhead teased and you so badly wished to slap away the cocky smirk on his face. Or kiss it. There was something oddly attractive about the way he'd set your nerves on fire, and you hated yourself for enjoying it. Fred seemed to love it too.

"If you're only here to be annoying, just leave."

"I'm here to help too. I can multitask."

You nearly jumped from the ground to strangle him, and he clearly saw through your intentions because his toothy grin almost split his face in two. That bastard.

That super annoying, devilishly handsome bastard.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me, or are you coming? Not that I mind the attention," he shrugged.

You rose to your feet and made your way over to where he was standing, not granting him the pleasure of facing him, "Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. Your stupidity is simply impossible to be unnoticed."

Fred laughed, "Oh, so I was annoying and now I'm stupid too? Make up your mind, woman."

You pulled out your wand and smirked at him over your shoulder.

"You said it yourself that you can multitask. Aberto!"

Nothing.

Fred squinted his eyes as he stared at the wooden chest. What spell could the professor have possibly used? Could you have even heard of it? The chances of ever finding the precious item were becoming grimmer with each passing second and the inevitable sense of dread had started to settle in.

After a minute Fred finally spoke.

"I think your problem is that you're using spells that only work on doors. You need a charm which unlocks containers."

"You might be right. What would that be then?" you enquired, glancing at the redhead. He took his own wand out of his robes.

"I know a spell that's come in handy before. Hopefully it will work now," he wettened his lips and said. "Cistem Aperio!"

Blinding light caused you to cover you eyes,  and the chest opened with a loud thud which could have easily alerted the entire floor of your presence if it wasn't for the silencing charm you were lucky to have used when you first entered the classroom.

You finally dared to open your eyes and kneeled on the ground, carefully rummaging through fancy-looking boxes and vials sparking with liquids that seemed to be quite important.

"What are we looking for?" Fred asked as he crouched next to you.

"Wound-Cleaning Potion. Purple."

It was weird having Fred stand this close to you; sparks of electricity would pierce your heart every time his shoulder brushed against yours, or his fingers would accidentally graze yours. And when they did, they had you longing more and more for their touch, for their warmth.

But this warmth did not belong to you.

You swallowed down the disappointment and instead attempted to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you had expected, the precious crystal bottle was carefully wrapped in sparkling cloth and placed inside a box that was hidden deep in the corner of the chest. You breathed a sigh of relief and got on your feet, determined to stay away from Fred. For his sake and yours.

"Here it is," you smiled at the boy as you walked over to him. "Fred, can you get me some bandages from the drawer in the back?" you asked, pointing right behind him, and he did as he was told.

You took the hand of the young Slytherin and examined it closely - the wound was sure to leave a nasty scar, one that would never heal.

"Can you make it disappear?" he asked, fearfully.

Your heart dropped. But you replied with all the courage you could muster.

"I can try."

Fred was soon by your side and placed the medical items on the desk; a half-full packet of cotton, some bandages and a small box of bandaids. You muttered a 'thanks', not even looking at him, and opened the middle-sized bottle. It spread a characteristic smell of ashes, mint and lemon when you lifted it towards your nose - it was ready to use.

"So what now?" Fred asked.

Not granting him a reply, you simply took a small piece of the cotton and dipped the opening of the bottle into it, soaking it with a generous amount of the purple, dense liquid. The smell grew stronger.

Fred could only watch as you yet again gently grabbed the boy's hand and carefully dabbed the back of it; a thin steam of smoke soared from the contact of wet cotton and wounded flesh, purple mixing with red, and the kid hissed in pain. You worked attentively but quickly, with measured gestures and a straight face, and you missed the way Fred's eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you helping a small kid.

But one thing baffled him - why did you suddenly start acting so emotionless? Even towards the youngling who didn't know a thing. And though your expression seemed calm and collected, the Gryffindor noticed your tensed jaw.

What he wasn't aware of, however, was the racing speed of you heart, increasing each second. He wasn't aware of the short, shallow breaths you were taking because if you had allowed yourself to breathe freely, you'd certainly let out tears along with the deeps sighs.

Every move was calculated, every word and breath.

You pressed a fresh piece of cotton against the now cleaned wound and kept it there as you began to roll the bandage over it, securing it in place. When you were done, you placed a gentle, lingering kiss on the hand.

"There. It should do the trick."

The boy's face lit up and he hugged you, not giving you another choice but to wrap your arms around his small body. At least you had managed to bring him back some of the lost warmth.

"We should get him to his dorm," you told Fred and despite not facing him, he knew the words were directed towards him. That still didn't prevent the stinging pain in his chest from being so effortlessly avoided by you, and he frowned, bewildered by your unexpected coldness towards him.

Had he accidentally done anything to upset you? Were you mad at him? What for?

The boy jumped to his feet, visibly less burdened despite the present tear stains on his puffy cheeks. You hoped he'd be able to get some sleep that night regardless of the circumstances.

The three of you left the classroom as quietly as you had entered it and went in the direction of the dungeons. Fred, as usual, did his job at looking at the map and keeping track of the names, moving on the yellow-ish piece to old parchment.

Fortunately, you reached the Slytherin common room without any disturbances along the way, and the boy went inside, eager to crawl into bed and not think about the ugly lady who had punished him so unfairly just a few hours ago.

The door closed without a sound, leaving you and Fred on your own.

His soft voice broke the burdening silence.

"Are you going to bed?"

If you were being honest, you hadn't even thought about sleep during your secret adventure and though your body was on the verge of giving out, your restless mind was sure to wander all night. And the idea of being alone with your thoughts scared you.

"Actually… I don't think so," you began, fiddling with your fingers in hopes to not let Fred see how much they were trembling. "I doubt I'd be able to get any sleep now."

"Me too, I admit," Fred scratched the back of his neck, uncertain as to how to make the situation less awkward than it was. Trying to get you to talk was hard enough as it was, but your sudden avoidance wasn't helping either. All Fred wished for was to witness the hopeful spark in your eyes, the spark that he had noticed diminish on the first day of school when the unsettling news was announced.

Fred was determined to bring the light back and see your joyous smile again.

Without skipping a beat he said.

"Come with me."

Your eyes shot up in surprise, meeting Fred's for the first time that night. You expected to see the ever-present playful mischief in them, but instead they glistened with something you could not quite recognize. The corners of his mouth had formed a smile, one that didn't intend to mock or provoke in any way, but still contained his usual boyish charm. It was humble and sincere, and along with the anticipating look in his eyes it read.

Trust me.

Your mouth went dry, any and all reasoning to stay vanishing in thin air as you tried to make sense out of your inner conflict. Fred surely wouldn't care if you said no, would he? It's not like he'd be offended that someone like you refused to go with him; why would he even be interested in you in the first place?

But the idea of spending some time alone with him did sound very tempting - you desperately needed some positivity in that moment, feeling exceptionally drained of all your energy after having to witness the emotional and psychological impact of Umbridge's dictatorship. And if there was someone who could lift your spirit even in such dark times, that would be Fred.

Screw the idea of a potential relationship, you needed a friend right now.

"Where to, Weasley?"

Fred grinned at the nickname and shoved hands into his pockets.

"The Astronomy Tower. Are you coming?"

You smiled at him.

"Sure."

It was indeed a brilliant idea to spend the night at the place where anyone rarely ever set a foot. Regardless of it being crowded during classes all day, the Tower wasn't a common choice for students to meet, them much preferring locations like the common rooms, the Great Hall, the school grounds or even the Black Lake. But the Tower did possess a magnetic, obscure charm which many people failed to comprehend and appreciate; charm only meant to lure the wandering souls seeking peace under the stars.

Fred approached the iron railing, breathing in the cold, early spring air, and sat cross-legged on the ground. As he saw you standing a few feet away from him, he patted the empty spot next to him.

"Come on now, don't leave me sitting on my own like that," he joked and his face lit up when he noticed the ghost of a smile on your lips for a brief moment. You joined Fred on the ground, settling on a polite distance from him, and though he was slightly disappointed by the gesture, he was grateful to be in your presence nonetheless.

Silence fell over both of you like soft velvet while you stared off into the horizon; the view reached the Forbidden Forest, the outlines of which had melted into the pitch black sky like ink, the lines between the two practically nonexistent in the dead hours of the night as they blurred into one endless void.

"I don't remember the last time I saw stars on the sky," Fred addressed your ever-listening companions above in a low, hushed voice that caused warmth to blossom within you regardless of the cold surrounding you.

"Me neither," you agreed, nostalgia creeping into you, but you decided you'd welcome it this time. "Such a shame we can't see the moon though."

Your friend nodded, lips pursed into a thin line, "That's because it's currently new moon. We'll need to wait for awhile until it's visible again."

You turned to Fred and the air was knocked out of your lungs. All you could do was silently admire the way the starlight was softening his sharp features and giving his usually flaming red hair a calming shade of copper. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion you had realised long ago.

He was such a beautiful man.

Those glowing eyes landed on yours and you felt your face heat up.

"How are you?" he asked abruptly and you choked out in bafflement.

"Y-You mean, right now? Or in general?..."

"How are you coping?" he rephrased. "You know, with everything going on. I noticed Umbridge bothering you recently."

A shuddering breath.

"I like to think that I'm doing better than others," you nodded hesitantly, finding it hard to sort out your emotions. "I'm more worried about the most vulnerable among us, the youngest students. They're just children. They're the ones that are most terrified. I really hope Dumbledore will be able to do something about it… no matter where he might be right now."

Fred was watching you intently; he did not miss your expression, darkened with concern, nor did he miss your slumped figure, slightly hunched over for a reason he believed was other than exhaustion. Your friend moved closer and nudged your foot with his.

"I don't want you to talk to me about the rest. I want to hear about you. I can clearly see you're being tormented by her."

"As if you're not."

"That's not the point," he insisted and placed a hand on your knee, causing you to face him. His smile was gone. "I need to know how this madness is affecting you."

"I couldn't care less about what that toad puts me through," you shook your head dismissively and shrugged. Why was he getting so worked up about it? "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does! It matters to me!" Fred hissed in frustration. "Do you think it doesn't hurt me every time I see Umbridge picking at you or calling you for detention? Because it bloody does and you have no idea how horrible it feels to not be able to help you."

He gave your knee a squeeze.

"For once, just for one time, please. Please, stop trying to be the hero of everybody. Believe me, we see- I see how hard you're trying to keep your chin up despite all the shit you're facing, and that's admirable, but right now it's not necessary. Let go. It's just me."

A way too familiar lump formed in your throat and your chest constricted painfully before it harshly dilated, letting out choked breaths. Fred was quick to envelope you in his long arms before your tears even rolled down your cheeks, and when they did, they met his shoulder. Your hands flew around his neck, body falling into his and soaking up his warmth. Fred pressed his soft lips to your temple, calming the racing pulse as you cried freely and unapologetically. Darling, you feel too much.

It's just me.

Your friend didn't let you out of his hold even when your heart-wrenching whimpers were reduced to weak sobs. He continued cradling your exhausted body which was on the verge of completely giving out. But Fred didn't mind, finding astonishing strength in your vulnerability.

After what seemed like hours, you forced yourself to timidly whisper, lip quivering, "I'm scared... And confused."

"Me too, sweetheart," Fred hummed into your ear. "Me too."

You wiped away the trails of dried tears lingering on your face.

"There's just too much going on. Too much that I'm not ready for."

Realization flashed in Fred's brown eyes and they looked down at you with so much longing, sincerity, but also sympathy and understanding.

You weren't angry at him. You were afraid.

And that was alright.

There was enough time, not need for a rush.

Fred had been waiting for years to find out whether his burning feelings for you were reciprocated, constantly suppressing them in fear of scaring you away and losing you. And now that he knew your heart belonged to him like his did to you, all the stars above couldn't contain his untamed happiness, pure and hopeful.

Surely he could wait a little more for you to grow comfortable with your own emotions.

Fred tightened his hold around you and pecked your cheek tenderly, the subtle touch sending a shock throughout your body and subsiding your need for sleep.

"That's alright," he whispered. "Rest now."

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[lockoutkey]

The Last Goodbye

Inspired by In The End by BVB pls listen

Zedaph has waited a long time. He doesn't know how long, not really. He's been waiting, though. So so long. He thinks it's time. Cleo told him it is. He's excited and sad. He's so so sad. But he's here. he's will be here.

He knew he wouldn't recognize him. That's how they all were. When a soul came by then never remembered their life. They would mumble fading memories and the passing names of loved ones, but there was never a way to put a face to it. They were lost in this sea of dispair.

He refused to let that happen to them. He made Cleo promise he could save them from the fields. He wouldn't let them be subjected to that. She told him they weren't normal, but they weren't gods either. It was their choice to go with him and remember. After all, Joe had been a god and he still had bouts of amnesia.

He would find the two, he knew how. It was his job to hunt down the ghosts, he knew Impulse and Tango's souls better than any human or god. Puffy even promised to look for them. He was grateful for her support through the years. The passing of time was still so wrong to him, but she had helped him through it.

He knew the second Tango arrived. He was happy to finally have his friend back, but devistated he had experianced death. Was it painful? Did he die alone? Did he die in peace? There were so few who did. But Tango had lived so much longer than Zedaph expected. Doc told him it was the redstone that was in his system. Whether that was good or bad, he had no clue.

The fields were infinite, but Zedaph navigated with ease. He had tread the fields for so long. He knew where each grain of sand would lead him. He didn't need roads like the living did, none of them did. His world was beyond understanding. You didn't need a track wwhen you knew how to find what you were looking for.

Tango was in front of him, slack faced, not processing where he was. He moved with the other ghosts, understanding where here should go without knowing why. It was the first time Tango truely understood how horrible this was for the ghosts. It shouldn't take seeing his friend go through this blissful pain for him to understand that. It did though.

"Tango?" Zedaph called out. He got no response. Tango walked straight past him, redstone eyes unseeing. He tried again. "Tango, it's Zed. I'm here to get you out."

Tango's eyes clear, just the slight. "Zed? Where is Impulse?"

Zedaph looked down. "He's not here yet. He won't be for a while."

Tango's eyes fogged over again. "It's only me." He began to wander away. Zedaph panicked. He had gotten his attention for a second. He had a chance. He had to ask Cleo and Kristin if they could help. They might know how to help.

Cleo said there was little she could do. He could bring him to the castle as she had done with Joe, but he was a ghost of the soul sand fields at the end of the day. He would always wander back and wait in line. She had never had a reason to save a soul before. He could try, but her hand on his shoulder told him to prepare himself for dissappointment.

Zedaph knew she was right, but so wrong. Impulse wasn’t here. The three were still scattered across the worlds. Tango had remembered, for just a few seconds. He just had to bring the right memories back.

He brought him too the castle as she suggested. Tango didn't try to go to the fields at first. He would wander the halls just like the movies they used to watch showed. He would pick up and try to read books, but ended up putting them back in confusion. Zedaph learned he enjoyed reading out loud and that Tango liked to listen to stories. He would remember when Impulse got there.

It took longer for Impulse to join them. That damned fate just wouldn't let him go. He wanted to sympathize, he truely did, but he couldn't. Not when she was the one who was holding onto his friend for so many years.

Cleo told him there was little she could do. He was part of fates cycle, and it had to be complete. She couldn't change that. There was a reason he had his place taken all those years ago. What she also explained was gods could get away with things if they were quiet enough. If no one was aware of what happened, they could go unnoticed.

What Cleo didn't see, and didn't affect her job, she didn't tell X.

X knew everything, but if no one told him, it must not need his attention.

If Stress didn't pay attention to who would take Impulse's place, but the spot filled, she didn't have to worry.

So if Zedaph stole Impulse away, no one would care, and no one would ask.

He was near the same place he found Tango. He looked just as unfeeling yet confused as their friend had before. Impulse pointed at the long line. "I need to go there."

Zedaph shook his head, keeping his grip on his shoulder. “No, you don’t. Come with me, there’s someone you should meet.”

Impulse followed, but continued to look back. Zedaph was afraid he would sprint to the line, though he know it was unlikely. Impulse couldn’t escape him, as much as he hated to think that.

Cleo’s castle loomed over them. Impulse looked around the courtyard. At one point, he would have been buzzing with excitement. That was when he was alive. It was when he could hold onto a memory. The wither skeletons parted ways and ignored them. They knew he was in charge and would kill them in an instant. The guards could always be replaced after all. They wanted to attack the passing soul, but Zedaph put them in their place.

He hoped Tango was still at the castle. He hadn't left for a while at the request of Zedaph. Even if he didn't remember him, he had to know listening to him would help. He wouldn't trap him there forever, but there were very few ways to keep him safe in a place like this.

He all but dragged Impulse to the sitting room where Joe would tell his stories. If there was one thing that could get any soul to still, it was Joe and his words. He had a way of capturing the attention of anyone who chose to listen. A god who had lived and seen as much as Joe, even with his stunted memory that slowly returned, could keep anyone in place for hours.

The two were sitting on the couches, Joe waving his hands in the air animatedly. The story must've been entertaining because Tango was leaned forward with interest. Joe paused and looked up. "Oh, hello Zedaph. Who might this be? Do we have a new friend?"

Zedaph looked between Tango and Impulse. "Actually, Joe, we have two."

Tango looked between his two friends. "I know you two."

Impulse did the same, confused at his recognition. "So do I."

Zedaph smiled. "Joe, can you tell a story for me?"

It was slow. Too slow for Zedaph but he had an eternity to wait. Tango and Impulse slowly remembered with the help of each other. Zedaph learned to tell stories and Joe would often join in on them. The two remembered and the light slowly came back.

"Do you remember-" Zedaph started, lounging around the castle

"The 21st night of September?" Tango interrupted. Impulse snorted, the punch he threw passing right through his friend. It was starting to startle him more and more with each memory he solidified. They were realizing that they were indeed dead, for good, forever, never to be alive again.

They refused to accept it at first, when Zedaph was reminding them of their lives. Tango was reminded of the stray dog they once found on the street and dissappeared from the realization. By the time Zedaph found him, he was wandering close to a door, so close to escaping back to the world.

"Why do I try?" Zedaph asked.

Impulse picked up a golden apple, throwing that instead. "Because you would be working every second we weren't here."

Tango threw the attacking apple at Zedaph. Zedaph caught it above his head, taking a bite out of the shining fruit. "That's exactly what I was doing before you two got here."

Impulse picked up another apple, taking aim again. "Well, we're stuck here forever. Time to take a break."

#cryptid roomies au #impulsesv #zedaph #tangotek #joe hills #team zit #you thought i was done? #think again #no one: #me: platonic soulmates team zit platonic soulmates team zit platonic soulmates team zit #i have so many asks to get through for this but i had to write this

[starshiningsirius]

Lone fae (Yandere Malleus x reader)

To my favorite lonley dragon fae happy birthday!

Malleus had been told about a fae living in a town of humans for quite some time now. At first he had become angry seeing as he was King and someone would dare ally themselves with the enemy. He'd punish them himself. As if any traitor could stand against him and live was a mistake that'd cost them their lives. He told his advisor and guardian Lilia that'd he'd be back after dealing with said traitor.

Only to get to said town and notice a woman with pointy ears, beauty beyond belief, picking berries within the forest that surrounded the town. At first he kept his composure watching for a moment maybe a bit longer considering she acknowledged his presence.

"Ah, hello sir."

She didn't know who he was? That was surprising literally everyone whose anyone knew the Fae King and would tremble at the mention of his name. Yet this naive little fae knew nothing about who she spoke to. How cute.

'A fae in the village? How strange do they not know about our hatred towards humans?'

"Hello." He had his arms crossed and came out into the open.

She noticed the ears and instantly became curious.

"Our ears are similar." She murmured it under her breath, but Malleus still heard it. She noticed his horns too and realized that she must have been a bit different since she lacked them.

'So she hasn't met her own kind before?'

That was how their first encounter went. They chatted for a little while exchanging names as Malleus wanted to test if she knew him by that but got no reaction. Malleus watched her go back all the way to her house in secret of course. From high up in the air. As soon as he saw where she lived he went back home.

'This so called "traitor" would require a bit more inquiry.'

* * *

He decided to find out himself, her background by asking a different question to gain some information.

"Y/n do you have a family?"

"Hm? I have a little brother named Aiden at home but that's about it."

"What about your parents?"

"I can't recall when I was kid all I remember was waking up in an alley with Aiden crying in my arms. There was a- .... lot of blood about the place my dress that was once white had been stained. Anything before that isn't anything I probably want to remember considering that scene alone." She trembled for a second before continuing to pick herbs and berries from bushes. Malleus sided eyed her reaction feeling slight guilt towards it.

"I see, my apologies for bringing up troublesome memories." Malleus wasn't hard of hearing considering how she paused as if she didn't want to recall the gory scene. Yet still she smiled without much effort it was small but it did make him feel some what relieved.

"It's fine your the only person I've told. No one else talks to me in town and I'm not ready to tell Aiden yet with his innocence, I'd rather not taint. He's all I've got and I don't want to lose him."

* * *

He understood quite a bit now pertaining to their situation. He had to admit though, he had become fond of the female fae. Someone so innocent and docile couldn't be a traitor. Lilia saw that the situation was taking longer than expected and decided to accompany Malleus this go around.

He wanted to see for himself if Malleus was being fooled, though he doubted it. Not only that but for the sake of his own boredom in the castle and to satiate his own curiosity.

"Y/n this here, is a comrade of mine." Malleus stood next to his comrade, a short cheerful looking child with bright magenta stripes of hair under the black side. Two pointy ears stood on the side of his head too.

She was happy to say the least to know two new similar people to her at the very least. Today happened to be the day Malleus was going to meet Aiden. She didn't mind Lilia tagging along of course.

"Lilia Vanrouge, Ms. a pleasure." He looked rather young in her opinion but his voice signaled to not be fooled by his appearance. She shook hands with the male who brought a pleasant atmosphere with him.

* * *

"So your Malleus huh? My sister speaks very fondly of you sir. She's been talking about you for centuries!" The little boy exaggerated making Malleus's eyes widen and at first he felt an overwhelming amount of happiness with how he had made a good impression.

Both him and Lilia chuckled to themselves as the girl who had been in the same room blushed furiously from embarrassment. Taking her brother by the arm she glared at him.

"Aiden you know that isn't true, you asked where I had been and I answered." She strained her voice to try and put emphasis on her truth only to receive laughter from the boy.

Lilia came up to him patting his head with a smile.

"Fondly and centuries such large words for a child so young." Lilia had felt a slight connection to the energetic youngster. He thought it'd be fun to get to know him better.

"Sis is teaching me to read and write words from the dictionary! I'm very ingenious!" He was smug about the new words he was learning with a proud smile causing Lilia to laugh.

Malleus had a smile on his face small and affectionate but a few other thoughts came up to his mind upon thinking about the boys words. He looked toward his sister who was now in the kitchen making dinner.

"Aren't there schools about here he could go to?" His concern for the child was showing.

"There are but with his ears, I'd rather not take chances until his hair grows out, not to mention his abilities are still uncontrolled, and we're kinda barely keeping this house, so school isn't much of an option at the moment." She looked down chopping vegetables but was still focused. Until her brother spoke again.

"Look I can do magic!" He was so enthusiastic, but the dread look on his sister's face said it all.

"No! Don't you dare we can't hope to fix the ceiling!" She yelled but Lilia stopped her seeing as she yelled she covered her mouth in realization.

"Worry not my dear, let me see this young lad do magic. I'll make sure he doesn't damage anything." He was calm and collected which was shocked her but she let him do as he wished.

Aiden whose excitement had been on the rise at the thought of showing someone else raised his hand and emitted a large slew of green flames rising fast. Of course it actually shocked both Lilia and Malleus to see the color itself and how big the flames he conjured were.

Lilia had regained his composure for a split second and created some wind to dispell the flames before they could reach the ceiling and burn a hole. Malleus and Lilia looked at each other knowingly for a moment before Lilia showed a smile toward the young boy with his fangs gleaming in the light.

"I see the problem your letting out all of your mana at once young one, still your mind and channel the flow to ignite a single flame." He advised carefully with hand on Aiden's shoulder.

Malleus felt as if he was watching a younger version of himself seeing his guardian teach another. The young fae had followed Lilia's teachings to a tee and a small green flame became lit in front of him.

"Sister! Sister! Did you see I got it! I did it!" He was jumping up for joy at his achievement.

"Yes I see thank you Lilia. You thank him too Aiden." She was happy to say the least, it was as if good fortune was brought with them to have met these two.

"Thank you Lilia!"

"Your welcome dear child you can learn with me anytime. You have a lot of potential that shouldn't be wasted." That made his eyes light up in pure unadulterated excitement.

"Sister did you hear that!"

"I did." She was just relieved someone could teach him besides all her past failed attempts.

"So does that mean you can use magic too then?" Malleus had wandered closer to her without her knowledge it made her flinch. Seeing the anticipation of her answer in his eyes, she answered him.

"Yes though mine's is a bit more controlled. I can conjure wind and green flames. As well as levitate a multitude of things toward me at once but that's about it. I haven't had too much time to practice." She waved her hand with a slight glow and brought a couple of ingredients in cupboards down on to the counter letting them shut on their own again.

Holding put her hand she conjured a small green flame that wouldn't cause any damage over the palm of her hand.

"Seems like your well taught." Lilia mentioned.

"That's only because before we got this house we lived in the forest and magic made things a bit easier, but otherwise while we live here we don't have a use for it. Aiden still wants to learn but my teaching can only go so far as I don't know much on the subject." She looked somewhat frustrated at her own uselessness. Malleus could tell she wasn't lying about what she could do that's for sure.

* * *

After dinner both fae left the home walking out but saying goodbye to the siblings. At first they walked away from the house, but soon to prevent from being seen by any late night walkers they teleported to the castle.

"A pair of fae with royal blood is rare. I do wonder how the both of them ended up in that human village though." Lilia started off by saying.

Green flames were the insignia to regal blood for fae even Malleus knew that fact. Known to be the most powerful of all faes. Yet two were living in a human town right within the heart of the enemy and neither knew.

"Yes but from what I've been able to tell whoever had taken care of them is probably dead. Slaughtered by humans most likely. She said she wasn't able to remember anything before that. I'm assuming her and her brother come from some line thought to have been killed when the war against the humans started." Malleus recalled all he learned about her over the past few weeks he came to know her.

"Such a shame those two don't even know their own kind. Living their life in solitude as outcasts when they could be a lot more free if they lived here." Lilia did actually feel pity for the pair of souls having grown an attachment toward the younger sibling as he had taught Malleus when he was young as well. Those days were reminiscent for him. Aiden just happened to be similar to young Malleus in that regard.

"Malleus, if any humans discover royal fae over in that village they'll be killed. It's only a matter of when." He stated that matter of factly considering he was a general during the aforementioned war and many fae had been chased out of human villages. The ones left had been unfortunate to be victims that were sacrificed.

"I know, I won't let them lay a finger on either of them. Get Silver and Sebek have the staff prepare two rooms in the castle for our guests." Malleus walked away from Lilia without a second thought after saying what he wanted done.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Seems you've gotten attached to her in a different way. Ah, I'm so glad to see you chasing after someone, it feels like ages since you've been small so long ago. I'll have little Aiden to teach all the stuff I once taught you. What a joyous occasion to think someone will finally sit on the throne next to you." Lilia smiled feeling eager and chipper at the future ahead.

He went to go get the two knights that would always await orders from their master. Skipping down the halls all the while humming an unknown tune.

* * *

Something has been different with Malleus as of today. He was fiddling with his fingers a bit more often than usual. He didn't want to meet her gaze at the time either.

"Malleus is there something wrong?" Worry laced in her tone for the man sitting next to her.

"Yes." He replied rather swiftly but ended it there.

"Would you like to tell me what about?" She at least wanted to try and comfort him however she could.

That's what made her different than most fae, most feared him, she didn't of course she and that oblivious little head of hers didn't. Before she could even grasp how much power she could have held it was taken from her.

Malleus had turned his head and looked her directly in the eye.

"You."

"Me?" She was surprised and confused about what he meant by that, lowering her head for a second to think.

Of course it didn't last long, as Malleus directed her chin to gaze at him instead of the forest soil.

"Y/n, my alluring little darling, would you do me the honor of staying with me?"

He said with a gentle smile. The proximity and his words had her face red within seconds. She still had to give him a reply and sadly she didn't want to upset him but she didn't have much of a choice.

"I'm sorry Malleus I can't. This place is all I've ever known. Going somewhere else with all that could happen, ... It's not that I don't like you but my own fears are holding me back." She was trying to come up with the right words so he'd hopefully understand.

It stung, it truly did. The rejection wasn't something he hypothesized but it was still an option. It was fine though, all would be well. That sheltered mindset of hers would just have to broken a bit. She'd come to rely on him, she'd have no other choice afterall.

She hadn't experienced much of human cruelty, he'd just have to show her how cruel they could really be and then she would have to seek his aid.

* * *

Everyone in town today had been on edge it seemed. She left Aiden at home sound asleep, while she went out to go and buy veggies and meat she couldn't get in the forest. As she walked toward a thrifter many people side eyed her. She was the only person to walk with a hood on. In fact many people generations before this one too when asked had seen her.

As she got up to the vegetable thrifter the man in front of her had scowled. She saw this but just thought he was having a bad day. That's when someone came behind her and pulled her hood down abruptly.

"A fae! A fae in the village!"

"She's the one who cursed the crops! If we kill her the curse will end!"

"Someone grab her!"

Before she knew it she ran, someone did lay a hand on her but she pushed them away with wind magic. It wasn't on purpose, but fear overtook her person and magic required self control.

She wanted to run back to her house but with how fast the mob was chasing she couldn't put Aiden at risk like that. Maybe just maybe if she went back to the forest, he'd be there. He could help her, or Lilia either would do.

* * *

She didn't see him. Maybe her words struck a cord. She should have agreed. A stupid decision on her own part, he could've probably taken them somewhere where people like her were accepted. Where magic was used and no worries to be had.

She just narrowly dodged an arrow fired at her. It seemed the mob had caught up. Turning her attention back toward their screeches, what could she do?

In a last ditch effort attempt she called his name.

"Malleus!" The crowd closing in on her arrows knocked and aimed. So this was it huh?

Suddenly something slithers around her body, her waist to be more precise and holds her in a vice grip.

A tail? Of long reach with a purple scales of a dark pigment.

Before it pulled her into the darkness of the forest behind her. Until she felt a chest that placed her gently to the ground freeing her from the grip the of the tail that had once gripped her tightly.

She saw a light emitted from where she had once been, green flames took its place in her stead.

"I do hope you'll accept my offer to stay with me now, my love." Malleus's voice brought her out of her stupor, a frown seeing her in such fear. He didn't want to go so far but he would rather have liked her to willingly agree to living with him as his Queen. She wouldn't have any worries should she live her life on the throne worshipped by everyone.

"Wait! Wait! Please let me bring Aiden I can't leave my brother behind!" She had gripped his clothing turning around desperate tears spilling.

Speaking of said boy who popped his head from behind the fae that stood in front of her, smiled and ran to hug his sister.

"Y/n! Malleus let me up on his shoulders he was so tall! Wait why are you crying?" Her brother's happiness went away for a moment at the tears he saw from his older sibling.

She was shocked, since when had he been here. He was asleep before, she was sure. It didn't make any sense.

"Aiden how, ... why are you here?"

"Lilia offered to teach me more magic! He said it was dangerous to teach me inside the house so we came out here." For a second she thought it was a dream. A bad dream turned good.

"Were you worried? Sorry, I'll tell you next time I promise." Aiden hugged her after finishing his sentence trying comfort his sister from her state of fear. It worked a little having her shoulders relax.

Malleus had stroked her head to sooth her worries as well. A small smile graced his lips at the scene before him.

"Worry not my dear, I'll accept all parts of you. Of course I'd never forget your dear brother. Will you accept my proposal now?" He was awaiting an answer, the same look in his eyes akin to when he asked if she could use magic.

"Yes I do, it was my mistake for denying your offer in the first place. I'm sorry Malleus."

He was happy that the situation had caused her to regret her answer. Of course he didn't outwardly show it. But he was internally pleased. His new queen and energetic little brother would make a wonderful addition to the Draconian line.

As they disappeared instantly to where their new home would be, Malleus left behind some what one would call fireflies by the looks of it. They were just traces of his magic to other faes. It was a calling for someone else though.

The town the two faes once called home was being destroyed as soon as they left. Screams upon screams could be heard one after another. Flames of red and orange to destroy and have no one alive to recall the prescene of two royal clan faes.

All done by three, one wise fae, and two knights that served to do everything their master asked of them. It would all be gone while Malleus would help them settle into their new lives, the one they deserved from the beginning, if humans hadn't taken it from them.

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#twisted wonderland malleus #yandere malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus

[rogue-durin-16]

FIREWORKS AND STREAMERS

Request: I have been insecure about my curly hair lately and was wondering if you can you write something with one of the weasley twins where the reader is insecure about her curly hair and one of the twins makes her feel better.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Requested by: @wildcat1434

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none

A/N: So like, incoming fluff bc this idea was cute and sometimes I do be needing fluff, that's about it, enjoy <3

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The relationship between me and my hair had always been... Bumpy, you could say.

There were periods in which I would find it quite lovely; during those times I would let my curls free, showing them off with a proud demeanor, knowing my hair was unique. Those times began to turn less and less usual since the middle of third year, though they were still there.

However, after the summer prior to my sixth year, those moments had banished; I only wished to hide my hair, and my friends ended up noticing. They told me surely there would be a spell or potion able to change my hair.

As if they had summoned it, the next day in Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall introduced us to what seemed like my salvation; Crinus Muto, an advanced spell that modified the caster's hair with no restrictions.

My best friend advised me against using it, claiming it wouldn't help my insecurity— if only, it would worsen it.

I really wanted to do as she had told me and completely dismiss the spell's existence, but two nights after I had a big mental breakdown about it, caused by the most stupid thing ever.

"Is Weasley staring at you or am I blind?" One of my friends whispered, her eyes trained on the Gryffindor table.

I didn't even bother to look up, not wanting to know whether it was true or not, before responding with a quiet "You're blind."

"I mean, it's hard to tell with two rows of students between us but," She nudged me, urging me to avert my gaze from my dinner and redirect it to Fred. "it kinda looks like he's... staring."

Curiosity killed the cat, I guess. My eyes finally left my plate and were, in fact, met with Fred's brown ones. As soon as they met, though, he looked away, pretending to be focused on his food, just like I had been doing seconds ago.

"Of course he's staring." Hannah Abbot, who sat right in front of my friend, commented with her mouth full. "Have you seen your hair?" She swallowed her food, looking me up and down before adding, "No offense, but it's an absolute mess." My eyes opened widely in shock at her bluntness. "You should take care of it, really."

"Has someone ever told you you're an ill-mannered bitch, Hannah?" I heard my friend talking back at the younger girl while I got up and started to make my way out of the Great Hall.

Of course, I didn't see Fred shooting up and attempting to go after me; ultimately he decided to stay in his place, since he saw my friend walking out too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was very aware of all the pair of eyes that had been laid on me the very moment I entered the greenhouse where we would be doing the Herbology tasks.

When I had met my friends at the Hufflepuff common room that morning, I had received divided opinions about my straight hair. At first I had been very convinced that it looked way better than my curly hair, but seeing my friends' reaction, I wasn't that confident about it anymore.

I didn't have time to undo the spell before class, so I decided to go along with it and see how the day unfolded.

I took a deep breath, my eyes trained on the ground as I made my way to an empty seat; maybe there weren't that many people staring, maybe it was just my anxiety.

I finally gathered the courage and looked up, nervously scanning the glasshouse so I could shake off my fears.

There was only a couple of my peers staring, which would have put me at ease, if one of them wasn't Fred Weasley.

On top of it, of course, he wasn't even trying to be subtle, it was almost as if he wanted me to notice his judging eyes; I could feel his gaze on me for the entire class.

The instant Professor Sprout dismissed us, I shoved everything in my bag and left the greenhouse, thanking a couple of Gryffindors who complimented my hair on my way out.

Again, I didn't notice Fred leaving the class as soon as he could to run after me.

I threw my bag against a tree near the lake shore and, as I fell against it, I heard someone jogging in my direction.

"In a hurry to sit by the lake, Y/l/n?" I followed the tall ginger with my eyes while he circled me and sat down by me. "You alright?"

"I just needed a break from... People." I vaguely explained, focusing on the water instead of on the boy besides me.

"Understandable." He hesitated for a second before adding, "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, it's fine." I surprised myself at how calmed and collected I sounded, as if I wasn't chatting with my crush.

"What happened to your hair?" His genuinely curious inquiry took me aback, and I struggled to find something to answer.

"Why?" My heartbeat picked up, anxiety inundating me once more. "You don't like it?"

"It looks weird." Fred looked at me up and down with a grimace. "You don't... Look like yourself." I was about to enter fight or flight mode, but he seemed to notice, and panic made its way to his face. "But it doesn't matter what I think," he was quick to add, his eyes wide open as if he knew he had said something he should have not. "I mean— I think it shouldn't matter, if you like it, that's great— I mean, you don't need my opinion about that either!"

"Calm down, I understand." I tried to reassure him, before his rambling drove the both of us crazy. "Can I tell you a secret?" He nodded with pursed lips, surely afraid he would fuck up if he spoke again. "I've been very insecure about my hair lately— like, very." I sighed. "My best friend told me not to straighten it, but last night I got a not so nice comment and—"

"So that's why you left?" I nodded, tugging my sleeves. Fred went silent for a moment, and then cleared his throat and scooted closer to me. "I know this won't do much, but I really love your hair. Kinda reminds me of fireworks and streamers." He gestured around his own head, mimicking the fireworks' movement. "Dunno I think is fun and pretty awesome." I raised my brows at him in surprise. "Like you."

"Aw, that's very sweet." He offered me a sheepish smile as I felt my cheeks blushing. "It does a lot, actually." I confessed, fidgeting with my rings. "I guess I kinda needed to hear something positive about my hair."

"Well, whenever you need to hear something positive about your hair," he pointed at himself. "I'm your man." He winked at me and I let out a chuckle. "I can also tell you positive things about you in general, but that has a price."

"And what is it?"

"You'll have to let me buy you a drink at The Three Broomsticks this Saturday." I tried not to let panic slip through my recently eased demeanor; was he asking me on a date? "And give me a kiss after." He wiggled his brows at me and my face turned red. "the kiss is negotiable."

I casted my gaze down, fixing it on my shoes, not sure of what I was supposed to say at that. His foot tapping mine snapped me out of my thoughts.

"So?" My eyes traveled to him once more, only to find his studying me already. "What do you say, Y/l/n?"

"Well," I shrugged, trying in vain to play nonchalant. "Seems like an affordable price, so it's fine by me."

"I'll pick you up after lunch, yeah?" Before I could agree, he gasped, his eyes going wide. "I'm a genius."

"Come again?" I frowned, confused as his sudden frantic behavior.

"Don't mind me, love." He jumped up and jogged towards the castle, leaving me puzzled in there. I was about to grab a book from my bag when Fred rushed back, crouched down and pecked my cheek. "Your hair's amazing." He assured me. "See you!" My fingertips graced my now flushed cheek as he headed off.

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I was finishing my lunch when two towering redheads entered the Hall running; while George, slowed down, Fred made a beeline to the Hufflepuff table, his casual clothes already on.

"Ready?" He asked breathless.

"Yeah— you didn't have lunch, did you?" I pointed out, getting up to stand in front of him.

"No, but I'll eat something later—" his eyes roamed over my carefully picked outfit before stating, "You look... very pretty."

"Why, thank you." I offered him a smile and looked over my shoulder at the Gryffindor table, where his friends were very attentive to all we did. "You sure you don't wanna eat something?"

"Hundred percent." He tilted his head towards the gates. "shall we?" He prompted to walk before him, and it was then that I realized he had his hands behind his back. Once we were out in the yard, he tugged my hand and made me turn to him. "I made something for you."

"You didn't have to." Was the first thing that came to my mind when I heard his words. Then the wording dawned on me; he didn't get me something, he made me something. "What is it?"

"So, you know that I told you your hair reminded me of fireworks and streamers?" I nodded, not quite knowing where he was going with that. "Well—" he then showed me what his back was hiding; a delicate, tiny firecracker with my name written on the side. "George helped me so I could finish it on time."

"I'm—" at my loss of words, I could only let out a happy laugh. "This is so cute— am I supposed to ignite it?"

"Duh!" I gently pushed his shoulder in response to his teasing. "Do you know how to do it?"

"I've seen you do it plenty of times." I admitted, grabbing the firecracker with one hand and my wand with the other; it looked so pretty, it was a pity I'd have to ruin it.

With a brief firemaking spell, the firecracker set off. Fred pulled me back slightly before it happened, though.

I was in awe at the beautiful fireworks before us, which looked like a color-changing, expanding version of my hair.

When the colors died out, I turned to Fred, whose attention was already on me, awaiting for a reaction. Surely, he was not expecting the kiss he got, but he didn't complain either; while my hands rested on his chest, his traveled to cup my cheeks before I could pull away.

"So you liked it?" He questioned quietly against my lips.

"I loved it." I whispered back with a wide smile. "You're a sweetheart." I pecked his lips before retreating. Holding his hand in mines, I made my way back into the castle. "We're not leaving until you have lunch."

"You are a sweetheart." He responded, following my lead without offering resistance. "By the way, your hair looks gorgeous." The corners of my lips twisted into a bigger smile at the sweet words he spoke only for me to hear as we went back into the Great Hall.

Maybe my hair wasn't that bad after all.

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x gender neutral reader #fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fanfiction #fred lives au #fred x y/n #fred x you #fred x reader #fred x hufflepuff reader #gryffindor x hufflepuff #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #fred weasley masterlist #fred weasley aesthetic

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Wedding Aesthetics: Ranpo

A/N: Requested by @allisonlol Ranpo would want his wedding to be a fun and happy time for everyone involved! He definitely asks for help from everyone at the ADA with every step of the wedding, though he might not let his S/O know that since he wants to impress them with the planning and feel a bit more independent than usual. The theme for his wedding is basically candyland; it's whimsical, fun, not too serious and includes candy. I think he would like a soft pink as his wedding colors. He deals with the darkness of crimes everyday and I think he wants something bright for his wedding. He definitely goes over his vows with both Poe and Yosano to help him tweak it so it comes out just right for his S/O.

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If his S/O is fem: He wants his S/O to look like a SNACK. And by that, I mean cotton candy! I think Ranpo would be a fan of the frills and soft waves that make his S/O look delicate when he knows that they are incredibly strong. Ranpo is also more on the eccentric side, so he wouldn't expect his bride to be in full white and he thinks the addition of color prevents it from being boring. A train that sweeps the ground when his S/O walks makes her look like a princess to him. It would make him feel protective of his S/O which is important when he feels like his lack of ability makes him a burden.

If his S/O is masc: He also wants a masc S/O in something other than traditional colors. A dusty rose color would fit the wedding theme while still highlighting his masculine qualities. He would want his S/O in layers with a suit that broadened the shoulders a bit, creating a larger frame. I think he'd want to feel protected in this case, and highlighting the manly form of his S/O would help make Ranpo himself look and feel smaller in comparison.

Ranpo's Clothing: Complementing his S/O Ranpo would go with a light pink tux, having a few accent colors to make sure the look isn't boring. That is the last thing he'd want his S/O to think of him. Something tapered to define his narrow waist and pants that are slightly tighter and more fitted than what he'd normally go for. Yosano dragged him out clothes shopping, so he is absolutely going to be the best dressed his S/O has seen him in their entire life.

Bouquet and Boutonniere: Freesias are, I think, the only flower that bears the simple meaning of trust. And that is what Ranpo and his S/O have with one another. Absolute trust. He loves that his S/O trusts him and relies on him, even when he doesn't think he can do much. He trusts his S/O enough that he shares his insecurities with them. Ranpo made sure the details of the flowers and their meaning are perfect since he picks up on the little details.

The Rings: Ranpo would want something subtle, that has meaning if you look closely at the two rings together, but wouldn't necessarily notice the design if they were apart. He would love the matching bands that have intricate cutouts that revealed when they are together. It's like gathering up all the clues to solve a crime. He would also like the symbolism of being two halves of one whole picture, without both they are incomplete. It also shows that they both have a place they belong, which is extremely important to Ranpo.

The Venue: He may or may not have pulled some strings with detectives and others he's solved for in the past to get a literal castle for his venue. All at no charge to him. His S/O is his prince/princess and they deserve to feel that way, especially on their wedding day. I think he would like the historical aspects of a castle while his S/O would appreciate the whimsy and fairytale atmosphere. He would definitely go for an outdoor ceremony and reception, wanting to enjoy the fresh air and so the two of them can maneuver around easily and talk with everyone who came to celebrate.

The Decorations: Candy, candy, soda pop. The decorations would be cute little containers filled with various candies and snacks. After all, what is the point of a decoration if it doesn't have a purpose? Having candy jars and bowls as decorations helps keep with his theme and keeps his guests entertained. Ranpo is easily bored and he would hate for his guests to be bored at his and his S/O's wedding. He would definitely have a soda bar, full of different flavors so there is something everyone would like. He might even do some sleuthing before hand to find out what people like to drink to make sure the soda bar is well stocked. Ranpo doesn't really want alcohol at his wedding, but he might make an exception for champagne. He really just wants everyone present and in the moment to celebrate his S/O and their special day.

The (Cup)Cake: Why have one flavor of cake when you can have so many different tastes? Ranp is definitely doing wedding cupcakes and he will try one of every flavor. I think he would still have one main cake to do the cake cutting ceremony with his S/O and Ranpo is definitely shoving a big piece of cake in their mouth and he expects the same back. He would like each cupcake to be decorated separately because it would look more appealing and interesting that way. He could also get cupcake decorations that incorporate different aspects of each of their lives.

After the Reception: Get ready for Nagashima Spaland. It is the second biggest resort/amusement park in Japan and that is where Ranpo would take his S/O. They could go view flowers in the gardens, see the nighttime illuminations, ride some rollercoasters or hit up the waterpark. He wants his S/O to have a blast and be so entertained that they pass out from exhaustion everyday for a week. They would also sit on the bench together people-watching and guessing the person's background. Ranpo, of course, is too good at that game, but he like seeing how fast his S/O improves at picking up those small details over the week. It makes him happy to use his senses for something other than solving crimes for once.

#ranpo x reader #ranpo bsd #wedding headcanons #prayer request

[mageofseven]

Part 2 of this ask! It is the Undateables' version of this post.

Enjoy~

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Diavolo:

MC was, surprisingly enough, attacked outside the Demon Lord's castle.

Diavolo had invited them over to have tea and tell him more about the Human realm and their experiences. The two did this every now and then.

The human was stalked the entire way though and when the minor demon realized where they were headed, they panicked and decided to attack them before they made it through the gates.

Lord Diavolo was in his office, trying to do his paperwork as he waited for them, but was bored. He just happened to look out his window and see his exchange student getting attack outside his home.

The demon was brave, he'd give him that. Sadly, he was also a fool and needed to die.

Diavolo rushed out to MC's aid and just his presence alone was enough to stop the attacker.

MC passed out right as the prince started dismembering the lower demon.

The human later woke up in a guest bed in the castle. All of their previous deep cuts from getting mauled by the lesser demon were gone, as were most of her bruises. However, they also felt exhausted and extremely sore all over.

It took her a minute to realize that the prince was sleeping at the foot of her bed. He sat in a chair and was leaned forward so his arms and head were against the bed.

He... he saved them and now stayed by their side as they slept? Why?

The man suddenly yawned and stretched his arms. He turned his head and noticed the human was awake.

"Ah, I'm glad you're alright." He gave them his usual grin for a moment before letting it fall in favor of a more serious look. "I'm sorry for the actions of my citizen, but he has been taken care of."

"Oh... it's fine." MC mumbled. "But... wasn't I hurt?"

He smiled again. "I had Barbatos heal you up. We didn't have many human-safe options, but we had a potion in stock that boosted your body's ability to heal itself, but it took a lot of energy from you. I'm afraid you've been out for about a day and a half."

Ends up calling Barbatos in for some food for MC and the prince changes the subject in favor of asking questions about their life in the Human realm, the reason they came all this way to begin with.

Despite the attack and being sore, MC still enjoyed her time with Diavolo, as usual

And honestly, they were touched that he seemed to care for them.

Yes, he's the prince and has to make sure his exchange students are safe, but if that was all it was, they wouldn't have woken up to the man at the foot of their bed, seeming as if he had waited awhile for them.

Lord Diavolo was a good man. A good friend.

Barbatos:

The butler was out shopping for some specific ingredients he needed for Lord Diavolo's dinner.

Didn't expect to bump into MC or find them in such a predicament, but didn't hesitate to step to step in.

Without giving any reaction at all, the man walked up behind the attacking demon and snapped his neck.

"Sorry for the intrusion, but I believe you were in the need of assistance." He told the human, reaching out a hand to help them up. "Are you alright?"

"B-Barbatos?" The human's gaze seemed empty. "I can't see anything..."

The demon frowned, now noticing the burn marks around their eyes. Looks like they were hit with the minor demon's poison shot.

"It'll be fine now." He gently wrapped an arm around them and helped the bruised human up before stepping back and simply taking their hand. "I shall take you back to castle to heal you."

And so he did. MC kept a tight hold of the butler's hand, scared of the emptiness and little patches of light that was now left of their sight.

At the castle, Barb guided them to a couch in one of the parlor rooms and dismissed himself to go retrieve the medicine. MC waited patiently, albeit uneasily, and couldn't help but sigh in relief when they heard the door open.

"Please lay your head back and close your eyes."

The human hesitated, but did as they were told.

Suddenly, they felt some kind of paste be wiped over their eye lids. The human gasped and bit their lip.

"Forgive me, I know the cream burns." He explained. "Please just give it a moment--"

The human reached out and, after a few misses, grabbed onto the demon's hand. He raised an eyebrow.

"I see. Very well, squeeze my hand if you need to."

As the paste was absorbed through their eye lids, it detoxified the eyeballs beneath, causing a strange pink steam to come from their face. The human let a few whimpers slip and squeezed the butler's hand till the burning had stopped and the steam had disappeared.

"You may open your eyes now; slowly please."

The human carefully open their eyes, which were now watery and red, but could see the world around them once more.

Barbato handed them a handkerchief.

"Thank you..." The human said softly before wiping their eyes.

"No need for such thanks." He smiled at them before rising. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to update my lord about this incident. Please wait, as I assume he'll want to speak with you and apologize on behalf of his people."

Like you'd expect, Barbatos was calm throughout the entire process. He made taking care of the blinded human seem effortless.

What MC wasn't aware of, however, was how his heart sank when he saw them get attack or how his eyes widen just a bit when he found out they were blinded.

He couldn't allow himself to actually show his concern because he had to keep his professional facade up

However... he was grateful that it all ended well.

Solomon:

The three of them had gone to a party together: Solomon, Asmo, and MC.

The three of them did this occasionally, enough so that the sorcerer knew Asmo didn't keep an eye on MC as well his older brother had stressed that he should.

In order to keep the nights relatively drama-free, the sorcerer silently took up babysitting duty with the other human.

Solomon still drank and talked with the demons around him, but he always made sure he knew where MC was at all times.

At one point, however, the sorcerer realized he hadn't checked up on the other human in a while.

He scans the room the room for them, only to barely catch them stumbling up the stairs with another demon.

Okay, that was enough. He excused himself from the succubus who had started chatting him up and went up the stairs to check on MC.

The demon was trying to drag them into a room while they kicked and tried fighting them.

Solomon snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the demon's ass was on fire. Screaming, the lower demon ran off, likely trying to find a solution to his new predicament.

The sorcerer kneeled down on the floor, where MC had found themselves after being thrown forward by the burning demon.

"Are you alright?"

The human, a bit teary eyed but somewhat calmer than he suspected, nodded. He frowned when he noticed bruises on their arm from the lowly demon's grip.

"I believe this has been enough for one night." He gave them a light smile. "I'll take you home."

Solomon helped his friend up and sent a quick text to Asmo, explaining their current departure, before guiding the other human down the stairs and teleporting them to House of Lamentation.

The sorcerer wasn't a fan of MC joining them at parties anymore, but never tried stopping them. Instead, he kept an even closer eye on them to the point where the other human often complained it was a bit creepy. He'd smile and apologize, but keep his eyes on them anyway.

There will not be a second incident. Not with him there.

Simeon (with Luke):

The two were coming back from shopping for baking ingredients since MC was coming over to Purgatory Hall to bake with Luke.

On their way back, about half a block from their dorm, was when they found the human, being held up by their neck by a lesser demon.

Luke screamed their name as Simeon ran up, transformed into his full angel form and radiating holy light.

The demon, screeching as the light burned him, dropped MC and ran.

The human passed out just in time to see both angels' faces above them.

When they woke up about an hour later, they were laying on the couch in Purgatory Hall, all bruises gone from their body.

"You're okay!" The little angel sprung up from where he sat on the floor while he waited for them to awake.

Hearing his words, Simeon came in from the other room and smiled at the human.

"Thank goodness. You really gave Luke a scare."

"Hey! You were scared too!"

The older angel just gave a small laugh.

"Regardless, it's nice that you are awake now."

The three talked and the angels found out that MC left early to visit them, but was attacked during the walk. It was basically what Simeon had expected.

The older angel had also healed them of their wounds as soon as he carried them inside the dorm, explaining the lack of marks on the human's body.

Since the human was still a bit sore from the attack however, Simeon decided it was best to take a raincheck on the baking; he gave Lucifer a call, updating him about the incident, and ten minutes later, Mammon was at the door, ready to walk MC home.

The incident really worried the two angels; they really started to wonder if MC staying at House of Lamentation was the best thing.

Luke insisted that the two of them could protect MC better than the Brothers.

Simeon didn't really speak his opinion on the matter to the boy, but told him that the human's living arrangements likely wouldn't change, even if the two spoke up about it.

Instead, the older angel kept an eye on MC while they were with him and Luke and when they had to part, he made sure they were leaving with one of the brothers or that they stayed till one came for them.

Honestly, Simeon felt that was all he could do for them to prevent it from happening again.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

[professorsnape394]

The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Two: Shrinking Solution

A/N: This is the second part to my fanficiton ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write!

Pairing: Seveurs Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 2664

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

A week had passed since Severus Snape had stormed out of her grandfather's office in a fit of rage, and Aria concluded that it was time she broke the silence between her and her future mentor. Although Snape and Aria both resided in the Dungeons they had not crossed paths as Severus rarely left his office or his private quarters. She was sure he had the house elves deliver his meals to his office or else he just did not eat. As Dumbledore constantly left the castle grounds this meant Aria often travelled down to eat with Hagrid, the only remaining current resident of Hogwarts. The two of them had become good friends, however this did not stop her searching for friendship among Severus, in the hopes of easing their future working relationship.

Aria left her own private quarters, strolling along the dungeon corridors to Professor Snape's a few doors down from her own. Pacing between his office and his private quarters Aria contemplated whether he would be relaxing in his room or working in his office. Having only met the man once she nevertheless knew exactly where he'd be. Rocking on her heels for a second or two she took a moment to gather her thoughts before knocking confidently on the door.

"Enter." The monotone voice droned after a moment of consideration.

Aria Dumbledore walked into the crowded office covered wall to wall in potion bottles and jarred ingredients. To the back of the room sat behind a desk was a mass of black robes and hair, bent over a stack of books and parchment, scribbling notes furiously onto the parchment. Aria stood there for a minute or two waiting for the professor to look up at her. She wanted him to listen to what she had to say and she wouldn't believe he was truly listening until he faced her.

"Well?" He spoke, face still down towards his notes. "Get on with it."

"I will do so, as soon as I know you are paying attention to me." She spoke clearly, standing firmly on her spot in the middle of the room.

"I'm listening." He droned, scribbling away.

"No." She spoke a little louder, her voice more confident than it had ever been in his presence. this caught his attention. "I want you to look at me, so I know your listening."

Severus nodded in return, motioning for her continue.

"Good." She began, returning his nod, once again trying to remember what she had planned to say. She had been completely thrown off by his reaction to her new position at Hogwarts. From the moment she knew Severus would be arriving at Hogwarts she had made plans in her head to get to know him and his routine. She had hoped they could make a few potions together in order to get more familiar with each other rhythms. She had not yet given up this hope but she knew now it would be a lot harder than she had initially expected. Finally she decided simply being honest with him was the best way to go about it. "I understand this arrangement isn't ideal for you, and I do not agree with the way Professor Dumbledore sprung it on you like that." She started.

"You mean your grandfather." Severus look cut in, his eyes slightly rolling in his head.

Aria cleared her throat, waiting to continue. "As I was saying. I do not want to ruffle any feathers with my being here, however I need this job and there is nothing we can do about it now, so you might as well accept that. Now, in order to familiarise me with your routine I was hoping for the next three weeks or so before term starts that would you tutor me. I just think that it would make the classes flow a lot better if we sort out all of the kinks now rather than later."

"Well, thanks to you and your grandfather I am not sure I will have time to, as you say, 'tutor you'. I have had to complete re-write my entire class curriculum. I am afraid I will be far too busy until the beginning of term. You will simply have to adapt to my way of teaching, whether you like it or not." He droned, turning back to his stack of papers.

Impatiently Aria bit her lip, letting out a small sigh, unsure of where to go from there.

"Like I said, teach me your ways and you will not have to rewrite your entire schedule." She spoke through slightly gritted teeth, becoming annoyed at his lack of cooperation. "We will meet three times a week; Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. No exceptions. I'll see you then." She stated, finally taking control of the situation, leaving the room before the Professor could argue.

* As she arose from her sleep on Tuesday morning Aria opted to dress in more formal attire for her meetings with Professor Snape, as after all this would be a professional interaction, or at least she hoped.

Not wanting to intrude on the man too early in the morning she waited until 1 o'clock in the day, assuming they both would have eaten by then. As the clock stuck 1 she clutched her notebook to her chest and confidently strode along to the professors office.

Aria had spent the previous days carefully planning out a mix of activities and topics to cover in the event that Snape tried to turn her away once more. She was happy with her plan and was confident that Snape could not deem it a waste of either of their time. This thought at the forefront of her brain she gave his door a loud knock before taking it upon herself to enter.

The Potions Master instantly rose from his seat upon her entry, thrusting a stack of parchments into her hands, and immediately set off on a long winded speech he had clearly prepared previously.

She stood aghast by the mans abruptness, staring at him blankly. It was the first time she had properly looked at him since their first meeting. He was tall, taller than she had initially assumed and he towered over her, intimidatingly. He was muscular too, she thought as she focused in on the person standing before her, taking details she had never before noticed. Without the protection of his robes she was able to see his biceps threatening to burst through the material of his black undercoat. Her eyes continued to travel up his body, past his chest that practically touched her own, finally meeting the gaze of the Professor. She instantly noted the exhaustion evident on his face, remembering back to her grandfathers comment on his lack of sleep she guessed the reason for this was not solely caused by the hefty workload of the school year. Despite his tired looking features Aria found his looks intriguing. He was handsome in an interesting sort of way, not in the traditional sense for sure but there was definitely something there, something that made her want to get to know the man more than she expected he would let her.

Severus found himself becoming more and more distracted, losing himself in the woman's eyes as he too fell into a dangerous train of thought.

"Are you paying attention, Miss Dumbledore?" Snape snapped himself back to reality, bringing back Aria with him. She gave herself a shake, her eyes widening realising she had not heard a word the man had spoke.

"Yes. Erm.., no. I'm sorry Severus." Aria stuttered, the blush on her face forming from embarrassment and shame.

"Professor Snape." He corrected, taking a step or too back from her, busying his eyes, focusing them anywhere but on his apprentice. "I will not spend the year repeating myself, Miss Dumbledore. If you cannot prove yourself worthy of this position I'm afraid I cannot work with you. Now, do as I say and we shall get along perfectly fine." He finished, regaining his seat behind his desk, shuffling through yet another stack of papers.

"Actually Professor Snape, I had prepared some tasks for us to get through, myself." Aria begun. "For example, I was hoping today you could go over each years curriculum for the year with me and we could note areas in which I need some revision, which we could tackle later in the week."

"Had you been paying attention, Miss Dumbledore, you would notice that the years curriculum is noted on that stack of parchment I handed you upon your entry. Which I might add showed a complete lack of respect and basic manners. You will knock and wait to be called upon before entering my office from here on out, is that clear." Snape commanded.

Aria glanced at the stack of parchment, noticing the detail in which Snape had gone over the class schedules, it obviously took some time and she was embarrassed she had been too distracted to notice previously. "I apologise, Professor." She said, feeling more like a student being reprimanded than his equal.

The Professor gave a slight nod in response. "In regards to the areas you may need to review, you will have to outline them in your own time, we will visit them at a later date. I do not wish to waste my time with such frivolous things that could so easily been done alone. " He stressed the final word.

It was Arias turn to nod.

The young woman was shocked to find the Professor so prepared for today's meeting, although she was glad he seemed so invested in the cause, she secretly knew he had put in so much effort in order to regain control of the situation. Clearly Aria taking command a few days earlier had not sat right with him.

"As for today." Snape continued. "I have set a task for you to complete, to allow me to analyse your potion making skills as well as your method of brewing."

"Perfect." Aria chirped trying so hard to remember the promise she has made to herself. The man intimidated her she could not hide that fact, but that did not mean she was not a very skilled potioneer. She was determined to prove her abilities to the Professor in the hopes that she gain his respect and therefore develop a balanced working relationship. "What will I be making?" She inquired, taking a step forward towards the Professors desk.

"Shrinking solution." He spoke simply. "I assume, or rather hope, you will not be in need of a recipe? Or should I look out the students text books now and save us both from creating a batch of poison."

"There is no need to be insulting Professor, I am more than capable of brewing a standard OWL level potion. Where will I find my ingredients?" She asked.

Severus Snape lightly rolled his eyes at the young Professor as he focused in on the tattered book in front of him, simply letting out a small grunt and pointing in the directions of a store cupboard off to his left.

Aria ignored her so-called mentor and immediately set to work.

At first Severus let her do her own thing, getting the potion up and running before he decided to interfere and evaluate her work.

He watched intensely as she removed five large and hairy caterpillars from their jar. Skeptically, he emerged from behind his desk, turning up the pressure on Miss Dumbledore.

Unable to contain himself he started to speak. "It helps if you -"

"What? Slice the caterpillars to achieve maximum blood flow." Aria interrupted proudly, knowing he was trying to test her skills. "Surely that would be common knowledge Professor. Now tell me do you prefer to slice horizontally or vertically?" Her confidence getting the better of her.

"It hardly matters." Snape scoffed, displeased by his efforts to belittle the witch.

"Oh I disagree entirely. I found that slicing vertically is not nearly as effective as horizontally. If your doing it vertically.. why it's hardly worth cutting the poor buggers up in the first place." She smirked, feeling like she had achieved a small victory.

The two professors remained silent for a few moments more, allowing Aria to continue her potion while Snape inspected her closely, occasionally jotting down notes and crossing off his personal checklist.

"Don't you have leech juice stocked in your cupboards?" Aria wondered aloud, absentmindedly stirring her concoction.

"I'm sorry?" Severus replied, wondering what she was getting at.

"As you know the recipe calls for the juice of four leeches, though I prefer five." She added slyly. "I had just assumed that a seasoned Potions Master such as yourself would keep readily preserved leech juice in his store cupboard, as this is a staple potion in any school curriculum."

"I prefer to juice my leeches fresh, when it comes to preparing a shrinking solution." Severus admitted through gritted teeth, stunned at the woman's audacity to contradict his methods, when he was supposed to be the one testing her.

"Well each to their own I suppose, I just find it wastes an awful lot of time during the brewing process when a batch of leech juice could easily be prepared beforehand for a many number of potions." Aria Dumbledore shrugged, shooting an innocent smile at her colleague before painstakingly juicing each individual leech directly into the cauldron.

After adding one more shrivelfig and an extra caterpillar, horizontally sliced of course, it was time to let the potion simmer until it reached that perfect green colour Snape anticipated.

And with a wave of her wand the potion was completed to absolute perfection. Aria was confident Severus could find no flaw in her work, although she was slightly nervous that their minor disagreements would only make him more irritable, thus making it more difficult for Aria to gain the approval she now craved.

After five minutes of stirring, testing and inspecting Severus could find no fault with the professor's work to criticise. With a slight hum he returned to his desk, intentionally avoiding looking in the woman's direction.

"As it is, you managed not to create an abomination, therefore I have nothing more to say. Your work is average. I will do what I can to cooperate with you as it seems I have been given no other choice. We are done for the day, you may leave."

"What just like that, and were done? There's so much more we could get through the day is young." Aria pleaded. "I made the perfect potion for you surely that is worthy of your time."

"The perfect potion is expected, Miss Dumbledore. Had you done any less than perfect you would not be qualified to work here. Potion making is an exact science, with very minimal room for creativity. You and I may be daring enough to tread on that line but I have had years of experience, you on the other hand cannot afford the risk of creativity. One day your ego will get the better of you and you may make an irreversible mistake. I suggest you stick to the textbook recipes in the future." Severus raged. He did not appreciate her disobedience or her expectation of a reward for simply doing as she was asked. He saw her open her mouth to object however he managed to get the first and final word in for the night. "Good day, Miss Dumbledore, I have work to get on with." He spat.

And with that he began scribbling some more illegible notes onto his parchment, waiting on the woman to vacate his office.

She stood for a second almost in shock at his rudeness but she had hardly expected any less from him. She supposed she had pushed him far enough for one day and chose to listen to his orders. After all there was not long to go until Hagrid expected her at his home from their meal.

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[waynewifey]

Fading away. —

Pairing: Jason Grace x Roman!DaughterofPluto!Reader

Sumary: after moths of over working, a colapse makes you get into a coma and reflect on your feelings.

Warnings: coma, angst, Pluto as a caring dad, fluff at the end.

Words: +-3k.

A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson Franchise fanfiction, so take it easy on me. This is also my biggest and favourite one. I hope you like this! My requests are always open.

(Y/N) (L/N) had a good reason to hate Jason Grace. How could she not? Jason was so annoying, self centred, selfish, stubborn and worse of all? He dated Piper McLean. Piper was great, (Y/N) knew that and they seemed happy together. But, still, he chose Piper, not (Y/N), his girlfriend back at Camp Jupiter, who he totally forgot about. How come Percy remembered Annabeth but Jason wouldn't remember (Y/N)? And when he recovered his memory, he chose Piper. But she also loved him still, and seeing him hurt like a bullet going straight through her heart. She decided to spend a year at Half-Blood Camp to stay with her half-brother Nico Di Angelo when Gaea were defeated. She thought she could manage to see him almost every day, but she couldn't. So she started doing anything to get her mind occupied. Going on meaningless quests, travelling to New York randomly, volunteering for literally any service in the camp and barely sleeping — because sleeping meant dreams.

"It doesn't have to be like that, (Y/N)." Her brother gave her another shot of Nectar. The sunlight that entered Hades' cabin was leaving slowly as they talked, (Y/N) leaned on her bed watching her fingertips become solid again.

"I'll learn how to do it right and I promise I won't push myself too much, but I can't stop practicing." She avoided eye contact with Nico, feeling ashamed of herself. After all, she was supposed to be the one taking care of him, since she was older. She came back from a "quest" for her father, that was staying a weekend on the Underworld. She started using Shadow Travel to get there. The problem? She had no idea how hard it was, and she almost died every time. He sighted.

"I'm not talking about Shadow Travel. You should talk to Jason and sort this out. You're almost killing yourself everyday doing the craziest stuff just to keep your mind off him. He already broke up with Piper, what's stopping you now? I'm your brother and it pains me to see you suffering, I won't just sit and watch while you literally desapear." He got up and walked to the door. The (h/c) girl forced a smile so he believed she was fine. Nico left the cabin.

After hours reflecting and thinking, she heard the trumpets that announced the convocation to a game of Capture the Flag. Since she was feeling better, she changed her clothes and walked outside. The teams were: cabins 1, 4, 5, 9, 12, 14, 18, 21, 23, 27, 28, 29 vs. cabins 2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 20, 24, 25, 26. They started the game. (Y/N) had to protect the boundary with a kid from Hipnos' cabin while a group attacked the opponent's flag and another protected their territory and their flag. Everything was going as planned, she hadn't seen anyone yet. Out of the sudden, she saw a blond guy running in their direction with a sword. Oh hell no, Jason Grace wouldn't attack her like that. But he did.

"What the hell?!" She screamed, reacting to the blade flying in her direction. Her teammate was asleep. She defended herself with her own sword and counterattacked. He invested against her leg, trying to make her fall. Her instincts took place, she jumped, attacked again and they started a meaningless battle. Jason looked the same as always. He was almost the same Jason that used to take her on cute dates in New Rome. But he fought like a greek. And that was when it hit her, he changed. The mixture of love and hate made her loose her senses for a bit, giving Jason the lead. He focused on her leg but hesitated to hit it, giving her time to get back on the fight. She knocked him to the floor, her foot on his chest and her blade on his neck, when she heard footsteps approaching quickly. Of course. It was a trap. She turned around and saw a son of Hebe holding her team's flag running, followed by two daughters of Hephaestus. She grabbed a knife from her belt and threw it to his leg, hitting exactly where she wanted. She then grabbed Jason's blade and Shadow Travelled. For a moment everything was fine, while she drowned into darkness, but then she couldn't get out. She saw her father's face mixed in the dark. He raised his hand and touched her face, than she was back at the forest. Realising not even a second had gone through, she attacked the — injured — boy and the two gigantic girls at the same time. She wasn't really expecting to defeat them, just trying to win some time so, hopefully, someone would come help her. The boy dropped the flag and got a small sword. The two girls had hammers... oh. The three of them attacked at the same time and she protected herself with Jason's sword, which flew away. She was out of hopes when a figure appeared beside her and started fighting them.

"What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to help me, we're enemies, remember?" She said, fighting Hebe's son.

"I guess you're welcome then." Jason replied smiling, fighting the hammers-girls. (Y/N) sighted in annoyance. Seconds later, her teammates came running from the enemies' territory with a flag and the three-people group surrendered. Everyone started screaming and celebrating. (Y/N)'s head hurt with the noise and she looked to her brother, feeling numb.

"Hey, can we talk?" Jason said, getting in front of her with a big smile. He was proud of himself for helping her? Of course he was. He was going to take all the credit for her team's win. The anger rose inside of her burning everything. She furrowed her eyebrows and with the last energy that remained in her body, she tried to Shadow Travel for the perhaps hundredth time that day.

She fell into the darkness while feeling her body desapear quickly. Her heart was very accelerated but then it stopped. She saw herself at the barks of Lete's river. I'm dead., she thought. The desperation started taking over. She remembered the face of all her friends. Her siblings, Hazel and Nico. Her mother. Her best friend Reyna. Camp Jupiter. New Rome. The Lar Vitellius. Lares? Lares! Maybe she could go back as a ghost! She would at least see her friends again.

"Didn't expect to see you this soon." A voice said with humor. She turned around, as always enlighten by her father's presence. But his face was sad. Not the everyday-sad-Pluto, but the my-daughter-just-died-sad-Pluto.

"Am I d-... dead?" The anxiety forbid her from crying in front of her father. The one she never knew and once she did, she didn't want to disappoint him.

"Yes and no. You see, my darling, there are things more powerful then death. Right now, your physical being is exhausted from travelling through darkness and light — which I told you not to, but we'll talk about this later, you have a decision to make. You're body is surrendering to Death out of hopelessness. But your soul, on the other hand, still fights for the heart beating in your chest. And your conscious, the controller of both body and soul, has to decide which one of them you'll support right now. As Lord of the Death that's all I can say to you. But as your father, I would like to say that we have a room for you in the castle, if you'd like that. And also, I feel obligated to show you what is happening on Earth." When he finished his words, an image formed in the air, sort of an Iris message, but no one saw them. (Y/N) saw herself laying on the grass, surrounded by some campers, Nico and Jason.

She was watching them from above. Jason put two fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse. She — the one in the Underworld — gasped as the blond boy whispered 'nothing'. She glanced at her father, who had a pained expression as he stared at Nico freaking out. Her brother had his hands on her chest and was murmuring something in greek. Then, he opened his eyes, filled with tears of desperation, and glanced at Jason, who didn't look any better. She wanted to scream and go back to up there, but her voice wouldn't come out of her throat.

"Half of her is already gone." Nico struggled to say. Everyone around gasped. "I can't Shadow Travel with her, it- it would k-kill the other half..."

"Let's take her to the Infirmary. Everything's gonna be fine. She'll be okay." Will Solace had appeared in the crowd and kneed down to take (Y/N) in the arms, being helped by the other two. As they walked, (Y/N) held herself in her arms, sobbing. She didn't want to die, not like that. The image faded away and Pluto hugged her. He never did that before. She left out all her emotions through the cry. Her father caressed her back and gently kissed the top of her head.

"Now you see, my child, what those on Earth are going through. You have a family up there. And if you'd ask me, Jason Grace is a good person, even being a son of my brother. You have a choice, so make it wisely." Pluto said, not backing away from the hug. She nodded and he immediately knew what her choice was. "You know I'd love to have you here with me, but I'd love even more to see you happy. Don't be reckless. And listen to your brother. You don't have to worry to come see me, I'll make sure to visit you during your recovery." As he said that, a white door appeared out of nowhere. "Here's your carpool." The girl started to walk to the door, when she heard Pluto say: "(Y/N) I lo-... Good luck." She smiled to him and went through into the door. It felt like eons in the nothingness. She felt so much pain all over her body. Then she gained conscience. She didn't knew how long it had passed. She also couldn't open her eyes or say anything, but she knew she was laying down something comfortable, a bed, perhaps. But she could hear perfectly well.

"... and I'm so sorry you had to die for me to gain the courage to say this. Please come back to us... Come back to me. Nico barely leaves this room and nor do I, Will had to force him to go eat. It's not the same without you, (Y/N/N), it really isn't." Jason's words gave her the urge to cry, but she couldn't. It was like her body had shutdown completely. She felt his warm hands on her cold ones and after that, a door was opened. Footsteps. Only one person. Jason didn't move. Someone sat down next to them.

"Dad- I mean, Hades said she will be okay." It was Nico's voice. He sounded extremely tired.

"Didn't he say that last month?" Grace was annoyed, but he didn't stop holding her hand.

"I know, I wish I could do more... I'm... I'm sorry Jason." The blond sighted.

"I should be the one to be saying that. I know there's nothing else to do. I'm sorry for putting the blame on you. It's just- if we've talked before, nothing of this would have happened. If only I was brave enough..." (Y/N) felt weak and her consciousness was back at nothing again. When she heard something again, it looked like a lot of time had passed by, but she wasn't sure at all. Jason's voice was happy as he told her his plans to the future.

"I realised you would like to work with me training the legion. You're obviously skilled and the payment is quite good. And I've heard they are planning to build a village here as well, but I don't know if you-..." Every time she tried to stay conscious, she felt weaker. 'Rest', her father's voice said inside of her head, so she let herself.

Some time...? A long time...? She didn't knew. But the next time she heard, she was way stronger. She waited until then, so she could stay longer and try to understand her emotions. She heard almost an entire day. Her friends entered and left cabin 13 — she found out that she was there. Some of them talked "to" her, some just sat there in silence. When alone, Nico talked a lot about Will Solace. (Y/N) smiled mentally. Then Jason entered. She could already recognise the sound he made walking. He sat beside her bed and held her hand, as usual.

"Hello, princess. You look better." She reunited all the strength she had storage and sent it all to her right hand. She softly squeezed Jason's hand, for a small portion of second, trying to say 'hi'. She felt exhausted. He gasped.

"She just squeezed my hand!" He screamed, laughing. Nico jumped out of his bed, laughing as well. They both stared at her, waiting for more. "You're there, right? I knew you were! It's been long months, but you're getting better. Don't work too hard. We'll see each other soon, don't worry." He kissed her forehead. After that, it was easy for her to let go and dive into her sleep again.

She was slowly getting better. She noticed her comas were smaller now, and she got stronger every time. She started communicating by squeezing people's hand. One time for 'yes' and two times for 'no'. But it still was exhausting. She met with her father a couple times through dreams, but it never lasted long. She was sick of it. She wanted to jump out of the bed and run through all the camp. She was alone with Jason, as he talked about the last time he went to Camp Jupiter, telling every change. She slowly forced herself to open her eyes. It wasn't for too long, just enough for her to see the big smile he had while talking, her favourite blond hair and how he gesticulated while speaking. By that time, her feelings were completely lined. She declined her childishness and stubbornness to accept the fact that she obviously loved him. Her lips were able to form a small smile. He hadn't noticed her yet. I can do this, she thought.

"J." She whispered for the first time in five months. Her eyes were already closed again. He gasped.

"Did you just say J? That's me! I'm here, i'm right here, love. Can you hear me?" She squeezed his hand one time. Yes. He chortled. "You're so strong. I miss you so much." He started softly crying. She squeezed his hand two times. No. Don't cry, she wanted to say. "Alright, 's fine, 's fine. Gods, you're coming back. I bet Aphrodite is watching us closely." He chuckled but suddenly stopped. "I forgot we haven't talked about that yet, i'm sorry. I don't wanna be intrusive, you know. It's just, by what Nico has told me, well, you still liked me." She squeezed two times. "That's... that's great, love. But don't worry about that just yet. You should take some rest now, my love."

Five days. She had woken up every single one of them, but only listening. No squeezes, no talking, no looking. Just storing strength. She knew she was close to fully waking up. She was already able to keep track of the days. It was a Sunday, the day she received the most visits. It should be morning, because she only heard Nico's snorting. She slowly opened her eyes. The same place. Different clothes. She wondered who had changed them. Perhaps Will did. She systematically moved her arms, pushing herself to sit. Her back was laying at wall. She took a deep breath. It was going fine. She wanted to wake Nico up, but she decided to wait to see if she would be able to actually stay awake. About an hour later, Nico woke up by himself. He yawned and turned to her bed. She looked at him with a big smile. He jumped out of bed.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)! You're up! How- Wait! I need to- Wait! Don't fall asleep, I'll be right back!" She blinked slowly to sign 'ok'. He was back moments running later with a bunch of teenagers in pyjamas. They all froze at the door, staring at her. Hazel, Frank, Annabeth, Percy, Jason and even Piper. Hazel was the first one to wake up from the trance. She ran to her sister and hugged (Y/N).

"Ouch." She managed to say, reacting to the tight hug that made her head hurt.

"Right, sorry! I forgot. Wait, you speak!" Hazel answered and laughed. All of the others joined in, amazed by her friend, and started talking, telling everything she had missed. (Y/N) couldn't speed properly, only a few words like 'hi', 'ow', 'miss' and 'food'. Later that day, Will came to check on her. He said everything looked just fine, but that she should rest.

"Hey." Zeus' son said, once they were alone.

"Hi."

"Gods, it's so good to finally hear you again. I've talked to myself for a long time." They giggled softly. (Y/N) wasn't showing any signs of it, but that day had been extremely tiring. Her entire body hurt but she couldn't give up just yet.

"I... heard." She whispered. "A bit." Her eyes tried to close but she opened them wide, fighting her own nature. Jason noticed that.

"Hey, no need to over do it.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"Sleep... here." She begged, placing her hand beside her. He froze for a moment, embarrassed. And then, with a rubor across his face, he sat on the bed beside her. She laid her head on his chest and quickly fell asleep.

“Go to sleep, love. We have all the time in the world.”

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[reachfolk]

❥ prompt: lights (for 25DaysofTESCheer!)

✿ tags: hurt/comfort, not proof or beta read bc im lazy <3 yet again

❥ word count: 2.1k

✿ synopsis: robin has always hated the new life party at the thalmor embassy, but there was one redeeming feature

❥ author’s notes: the light part comes in for like... five seconds, mostly because the build up took forever. enjoy some mother-son not-so-bonding <3 also sorry i forgot to add a read more earlier omg

✿ taglist: @korvanjund (let me know if anyone else wants to be added!)

"What in Oblivion were you thinking?"

Isobel's voice was controlled and levelled so as to not raise alarms through the rest of the Blue Palace, but the anger within it was impossible to miss as she scolded her son. Robin sat at the foot of the bed of the largest guest room, where his parents were sleeping in for the night courtesy of the Jarl Elisif and her court.

"I was thinking how unfair it is that we get to attend a stupid, overly elaborate party while people in this very city go cold and hungry," Robin argued, just as angrily but much more pronounced about it. His voice carried through the hall of the castle even through the closed door.

"Keep your voice down, child," Isobel ordered, but he only scoffed. Regardless, she continued, "Your first instinct was to rob the temple? Honestly, Robin, what's gotten into you?"

"I wouldn't have gotten caught if you didn't send the guard to fetch me."

She snapped back, "I wouldn't have needed to send the guard to get you if you'd just stayed in place."

"We made a big show of giving to the temple when we both know they had no plans to put any of their donations to good use. I was cutting out the middleman."

His excuse sent his mother pacing across from him as she rubbed at her tired eyes with the balls of her hands. "I didn't raise you to be a thief, Robin."

"Yes, you did!" He countered, standing up and getting in her way to meet her gaze. "All of us are thieves! You, dad, our uncles, everyone in this fucking palace! We just get to make laws to pretend we aren't as bad as the thugs that roam the streets."

"I am not having this conversation with you again," she said, firmly.

"Good," he huffed. "Then are we done here?"

His mother sighed, knowing there was no progress to be made here. "Just go to your room. Maybe your sisters can talk some sense into you."

Robin rolled his eyes. "Gladly." He gave her an exaggerated bow as he walked backwards out of the door. As soon as he cracked the door open from behind him, he heard the sound of two people falling to the ground.

"Ow!"

"Agh!"

His two sisters groaned in pain as the door hit them where they were clearly eavesdropping. Robin sneered at the sight.

"Hope you two enjoyed the show"

He didn't give them a chance to reply as he stepped over them and made his way around the corner. From the direction he was going, it was clear he wasn't following his mother's order to go to his room.

As the two girls scrambled to their feet, they chased after him, catching up just as he was leaving the front doors of the Blue Palace.

"You two don't know when to quit, do you?" As he stepped out of the building, he let the door close behind him, and Marceline had to push it back open.

"As if you're any better," she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Look, I know what you're trying to do, but I don't want to hear it, okay?" He said, his voice dipping quieter and almost embarrassed, as if implying that he was upset was shameful.

"Then we won't say a thing," Alexandria promised. "Let's just get to the embassy and tough through it, okay?"

Robin truly did make an effort to give his older sister a smile, but he could only get part way there before his sour mood ruined the attempt. That, he expected, was roughly as good as the New Life celebration would go for him.

They boarded the carriage, arriving at the embassy with only a few seconds to spare. And as the party went on, Robin found his prediction very much was correct.

He'd always felt out of place at these functions, but most of all at the Thalmor embassy. The eyes of the guards trailed him everywhere he went, leaving him feeling exposed. It was the worst feeling he could think of, to be so seen.

He spend much of the party with his sisters, refusing to mingle with all the people that, at one point or the other in the evening, had given him a look of judgement or distrust. Odds are, they were making accurate judgements, but it hurt nonetheless.

While his sisters trailed off to mingle—they were always more sociable than he—Robin was left to stare down at the snack in his hands. An overly-sugary sweetroll that he took nibbles from.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself."

He was startled out of his brooding thoughts by his twin sister's sarcastic comment. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead matched her sarcasm.

"Oh, yes. Nowhere else I'd rather be."

"Oh, I can tell," Marceline said. Dropping the sarcasm and lowering her volume, she asked, "Seriously, how bad do you want to get out of here?"

"It's taking every ounce of willpower I have to not bolt out into the wilderness."

"Good." Marceline grinned. "Then I have an idea. Follow my lead."

"What are you doing this ti—"

Before he could finish his statement, Marceline collapsed into his arms, a tired expression on her face.

Ah, the medical emergency card. A classic.

He never understood how his sister could do this so easily. Even her face was paler, and her breathing slower, as if she truly had fainted.

A crowd formed around them both, and their mother told everyone to back off and give Marceline some room to breathe. She demanded a guard pick her up and take her to one of the many bedrooms at the embassy, and Elenwen nodded hesitantly to him as she looked at the child.

Before long, the whole family were guided to the second building in the back of the embassy, where the bedrooms for foreign diplomats that came and went were located. Marceline lay on the bed, and she smiled at Isobel, who had been dabbing a wet cloth to her forehead.

"I'll be okay," Marceline promised with a half-smile. "You can all go back, if you need."

"Absolutely not," Isobel said. "Oh, you know how it is around crowds. It gets so stuffy. Do you need some fresh air? Or some water? I could have the servant fetch you some—"

"Mama, I'm alright," she gave a tired laugh. "You and dad have important things to do. Just let Lex and Robin stay."

Isobel hesitated, but gave in eventually. "Okay. But if you need anything, tell us, okay?" She pressed a kiss to her daughter's head before heading out with Branor, leaving the three siblings alone.

As soon as the door shut, Marceline dropped the act and sat up, grinning. She gave a half-bow from where she sat. "Thank you, thank you. Please, hold the applause."

"You're milking it," Alexandria said, but she too was grinning.

"It was some of my finest work. Oh, but who am I kidding. All my work is fine." She leaned back against the headrest with her arms behind her head. "You can both start thanking me now."

"Gods, you're the worst," Robin said as he rolled his eyes. Regardless, he gave her a quick hug. "I'm gonna get some fresh air."

"We'll join you in a bit," Alexandria said. "Mimi needs to "heal up," but we're not missing the fireworks show."

Robin nodded, then opened the door as soon as Marceline got back into position. There were two guards standing at the door, both of whom looked suspiciously at Robin as he exited. "Can I ask where you're going, my Lord?"

"I need some fresh air," he said plainly.

"This area is technically off-limits, save for the one exception for your sister."

"Do you want another one of us to faint?"

The guard sighed and gestured to his partner to follow Robin. Robin rolled his eyes as the man armed to the teeth trailed behind him.

"I'm really only planning to watch the fireworks. It'll be quite the boring post," he said as he pushed the doors open, once again letting them fall behind him before the guard could exit himself.

"I'm just doing my duty, milord," the guard said with the typical passive-aggressive lilt in his voice that Robin recognized in all Thalmor.

"Of course you are."

Robin found a place along the veranda overlooking the courtyard, dusted off the snow, and hopped up onto the cold stone fence.

Unlike most nights, the sky was dull and fairly boring this evening. Both moons in their new phase, leaving an emptiness in their place, and the cloudy weather hid away the usual colored canvas of the night sky. But it would only last so long, because soon enough, there would be...

An explosion sounded from the other building, then a yellow light shot high into the air with an extended whoooosh. Higher and higher, until it burst into an array of lights, the sparks gently falling to the ground like bright snowflakes.

The fireworks. Also known as the singular redeeming feature of these damned events. Robin adored them. Even the smell of the smoke that wafted through the air was oddly comforting.

"Can I join you?" Isobel's voice called from behind him.

Great. Just what he needed. "If you must," he muttered, flicking at the snow on his side.

"I noticed you didn't eat much, so I got you a snack." Beside him, she placed a small plate of food. Mostly sliced fruit—apples, grapes, a few carrot sticks, but there was also a sweetroll and honey nut treat.

"Thanks," he said plainly, but made no move to grab any food for himself.

He could feel his mother's eyes on him, but he kept his own focused on the fireworks above.

"I know what that was all a lie, you know," she whispered.

The statement caught him off guard, and he turned to look at her, shocked. "When did you figure it out?"

"When Marceline started whispering to you at the party."

Robin flushed, and he hoped his mother would blame it on the cold air.

"Wanna know a secret?"

He nodded.

"I hate those parties too," she admitted in a quiet voice, such that the guard standing watch across the veranda couldn't hear. "It's why I finished my business there and insisted I check on Mimi again. I knew she didn't need it, but every other person in that room is a snake."

Robin was once again taken aback by his mother's words. "So you're where Mimi gets her acting skills from?"

Isobel laughed. "I suppose I must be."

"Why, then?" He asked. "Why do you put up with these functions at all?"

She sighed and began drawing shapes in the snow. "You know how it is with these people. One wrong move and you're gone. Staying in their favor is the only way for us to keep our heads above water."

"Then why put up with me?" The question came quietly, his voice barely audible over the loud bangs of the fireworks above them.

She furrowed her brows and stepped closer. "Just what are you on about?"

He didn't want to go explaining himself, but he supposed he was backed into a corner here. "Everyone here thinks of me as some lowly thief. Maybe I was always meant to be. We aren't exactly cut from the same cloth, so what's in it for you to care?"

Isobel's expression hardened, her concern replaced with determination. "Robin," she sighed, grasping his hand. "Our family is the only thing left that I care about. You're the reason I do any of this. Don't go doubting what you mean to me."

Despite all his desire to believe that, his heart wouldn't allow him. He could only offer her a small hum in return, not meeting her gaze. He felt a kiss to the back of his hand, then the feeling of it being pressed against his mother's forehead. The gesture, warm and familiar and so reminiscent of a home he never got to know, made him smile.

"I love you, understand?" his mother said, firmly. He was familiar with the tone all too well, but it usually came with a sense of anger behind it. He liked this more. The words felt not like a gentle cradle, but a tight hug, and it felt right.

"I know," he said. And no matter how awful his mood, or how terrible the fight they had gotten into, he would always say, "I love you too."

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Helpless||Harry Potter

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: You are one of the students of the Beauxbatons commission and like the others you are determined to win the Triwizard Tournament but instead of the Goblet of Fire, you ended this season at Hogwarts with something better . 

Word Count: 2,0 k  

N / A: This story is based on the Helpless of the musical Hamilton and if you want, I recommend listening to the song along with the lyrics.

Part II 

Ooh, I do, I do, I do, I do (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Hey! Ooh, I do, I do, I do, I do (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

 I have come to be known for some characteristics over the years. For most of my colleagues, determination and patience, but for my family and especially my sister, I was always going to be a hopeless romantic. 

But then we heard about the Tournament and I would have to concentrate fully if my name came out of the Goblet of Fire, so I decided to leave this side of me in France. But that change did not last more than a few hours. 

Boy, you got me helpless

Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit

 We were all sitting at the Ravenclaw table while the director finished announcing the Triwizard Tournament formalities and I couldn't be paying any less attention. From the moment I entered that room, a pair of bright brown eyes caught my eye. I couldn't help noticing the incredible amount of redheads on one table, but only one of them left me with a different feeling that I didn't know until now. 

Of course, I didn't spend much time looking. My goal here is very specific, I would not have time for distractions as my name could be called up tomorrow. 

- Of course, to travel to a swamp on the other side of the world, you're going to have to give up putting your name in the cup, right? - my sister asked in an irritated tone of voice and I had no idea why or what she was saying.

- Oh sure, I think it's a great idea, sis - I replied with a smile as I looked back at the director, but he was no longer standing - has he finished? Has he talked about the Yule Ball too?? - I asked, looking back at the older one. 

- Yes, why are you acting like this? Eat a little, I think the trip didn't do you much good - she replied with a worried tone, leaving the anger aside. 

I agreed to a nod and concentrated on the French food that had been kindly prepared for our arrival, but my eyes kept looking back at the table where he was one last time. 

I'm helpless

Down for the count, and I'm drownin 'in' on

 The next day, during the morning there was a circle of students around the Goblet of Fire but as soon as we arrived, they made room and then each one of us put the paper with our name in there. I chose to be the last in line, because I was in no hurry and for a single reason. He was there again. 

The same eyes, but now I could see more closely and without having to worry because it was not in my direction that they were. The boy was having a lively conversation with some other students and his own twin. 

After my turn passed, I walked over to where a friend was standing because I also wanted to see the rest of the competition, that's not exactly what happened. 

I admit it was a funny scene to see the two of them being thrown two meters out of that circle but at the same time, I was a little worried. 

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight

We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night

 After a few months, we were finally at that ball that promised to be one of the best events of the year and perhaps the decade at Hogwarts. A lot of things changed in the meantime, the first was that I wouldn’t be the champion but I was vehemently rooting for Fleur, the second thing is that a minor had entered the competition and that turned this castle upside down and finally, I had managed to get close to that redhead. To be fair, me and Alexia. We both agreed that only an idiot would voluntarily sign up as a minor, this caught the attention of Harry Potter's friends and himself. 

In fact I learned his name, it's George, it's easy to tell when I can see his face. From the back, I don't have much of a guarantee and it's hard to see them standing still somewhere, so it's even more difficult for me that way. 

Laughin 'at my sister as she's dazzling the room

Then you walked in and my heart went, "Boom!"

 I had been invited by some boys before accepting to come with a student from Durmstrang, I confess that I hoped to be invited by George but I preferred not to risk waiting. 

I looked for my sister with my eyes and it was not difficult to find her, she was dancing with her own partner in the middle of the dance floor, impossible not to notice. They were even a beautiful couple, but I knew she was interested in someone else, I just didn't know who. Just as I hadn't told her about my feelings yet. 

My attention changed completely when I saw the door to the Great Hall open and the unaccompanied Weasley twins came in. My heart stopped for a second and I could feel it beat faster, some questions crossed my mind. I hadn't seen them before, did they come alone? Hope had returned. 

Tryin 'to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom

Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume

 The slow song was over but I only noticed it when I saw the girl in front of me and then I smiled, trying not to lose sight of George but didn't go like that, since I was on the other side of the dance floor. 

- You were having fun out there, weren’t you?? - I asked with a smile, giving up looking over her shoulder, so I just focused on her face. 

- Yes, and where is your partner? You should be having fun too - she replied leaning against the wall beside me. 

- He said he was going to talk to his friends but so far he hasn't returned - I couldn't hide my indifference, because I never had to hide anything with her.  

Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine

Grab my sister and whisper: Yo, this one's mine

- I know he wasn't your first choice, so who is it? I’m willing to know - his gaze left me and scanned the party full of people, looking for who could be right for me. 

- I wanted to make sure he was interested in me before I told you. It's George, from the first moment we arrived here for the first time - I didn't try to hide my smile or my passionate look when I finally found the redhead again. 

My sister made her way across the room to you (ooh)

And I got nervous thinking

"What's she gonna do?" (Ooh)

 In a moment, she was beside me with an expression I didn't recognize and a second later the brunette was walking towards the other side of the dancefloor. 

- Alexia, what are you going to do… - I didn't even try to speak out loud, because the music was incredibly loud for anyone but me to hear. 

To my horror, she walked towards the Weasleys and I

paralyzed. One of my sister's characteristics comes down to doing basically everything for me, I already knew that nothing bad could be in her intentions but that didn't relieve my nervousness. 

She grabs you by the arm

I'm thinkin ', "I'm through" (ooh)

Then you look back at me

And suddenly I'm helpless

 I couldn't look away even though I looked crazy to those outside, so the two stepped aside a few meters and I could hear my heartbeat increasing by the second. 

Would I like to be able to hear them? Certainly, but before I could think better about it. He looked directly at me. 

Oh, look at those eyes (look into your eyes)

And the sky's the limit

I'm helpless (I know)

Down for the count and I'm drownin '

Helpless (I am so into you)

 Few things in life have left me so nervous as that moment when George Weasley was walking towards me, with that smile on his face, the kind of smile I hadn't seen yet but perfectly matched his features. 

She accompanied him halfway and winked at me before returning to the dancefloor. I didn't know what to expect but I would thank her forever, if that was what my hopeless heart was telling me. 

Look into your eyes (I am so into you)

And the sky's the limit

I'm helpless

I know I'm down for the count

And I'm drownin 'in' in

 The night ended perfectly and I almost felt like it was fate, because his partner ended up dancing with my partner. So they didn't even care for a second about being "abandoned", not that I was going to let this opportunity just slip through my fingers. 

He was cute and kind, we danced and talked a little bit alone before going back to our friends. 

But this time it was different because we were never so close to each other, I couldn't help but notice his arm around my shoulder, making me stay even closer to him. 

That was my signal, the signal that this night meant something more to him too. 

One week later

I'm writin 'a letter nightly

Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me

 A week later, I had come to Paris with Ale to spend the Christmas holiday with our parents, but it didn't mean that we would lose contact. At that point it was past midnight when I was replying the letter I just received. 

The owl that brought it was barely able to flap its wings when it arrived here and as it was freezing outside, I left it in the cage with mine to rest. She drank some water and practically passed out, poor thing. 

- As I was saying, he really cares about you. Who wouldn't want someone like that? - she said after reading the letter I received. 

- You will find one of these soon, there is a whole group of boys waiting for the chance of their lives to show you that - I replied with a smile while thinking of the right words to answer, everything had to be extremely perfect.  

Laughin 'at my sister 'cause she wants to form a harem

I'm just sayin ', if you really loved me, you would share him

Ha!

- Yes, but still, it is not enough - she replied pouting but then smiled as if an idea had crossed her mind - we shared everything, why not that too? - She completed folding the letter and I just laughed. 

- That's the only thing we can't share in this life and you're too jealous to share someone - I replied laughing even more at the expression she made. 

- I'm going to sleep, just don't take too long to answer this letter, ok? Tomorrow we will all go out together, in case your little head has forgotten - she gave me one last hug before leaving, but I noticed that the light in her room was on for a while longer.

 Many other things happened afterwards, but my hand is hurting and my ink is running out, so I'll leave the rest for later, ok? I promise don't keep you waiting to know what's happens next. See you tomorrow, dear diary. 

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The Gift - Leopold Vermillion

Words - 2006 Request - TreueHyuga

A/n - I hope you enjoy it! I had a really fun time writing this one! Leopold is aged up to 18! So, so are you lol.

Y/n POV

"Come to think of it, your birthday is coming up, isn't it, Y/n?" Leopold grinned wolfishly at his girlfriend, pumped with excitement and happiness due to the celebration around them, the celebration for him! His birthday, his coming of age day.

"It is, Leo, why are you gonna plan a surprise party for me too?" You lured him close giving him a smooch on the cheek. It was you who planned the whole thing for Leopold tonight, the director of the whole galant party. It was a great surprise party, Leopold hadn't suspected a thing, some can choose whether that's a good or bad thing.

"No. Maybe. We'll see, won't we, my dear?" Leopold's arms wrapped around you, pulling tight and leaning in closely. His hand skimmed up your waist and back down your arm, pulling your arm out and whisking you to the dance floor.

"Another dance? We just got done with five!" You shrieked, pulling your exhausted legs after him. Pure adrenaline and euphoria powered your body, swinging it around and following his steps. Laughing and tripping some, maybe even almost running into a few people too.

"Never my dear, I never want to stop dancing with you. I promise this is my last selfish birthday wish." He smiled, twirling you in and dipping you to the music. You smirked and leaned in, mirth and tease swimming in your eyes.

"I wouldn't mind a few more selfish wishes." You whispered as he pulled you up, hand slithering across his chest and resting at his heart. Your voice practically poured incentive, selfish questions, and desires Leopold had wanted to ask you for years poured into his mind as he stared into your eyes, completely suggestive and seductive in their e/c shaded wake. He pulled you up fast, pulling to hold your hand against his racing heartbeat.

"Y/n, you ha-

"Leopold!" A fiery hand came to rest on Leopold's shoulder, stopping the much-anticipated words that would have left Leo's mouth. He turned, almost giving his brother the stinky eye but couldn't help but to smile. His brother had been gone for a few months, having to go on a long expedition. Giving you a quick apologetic look and a kiss on the palm of your hand, once laying against his chest, he let you go.

You were immediately cold, already missing his insufferable heat you just learned to live with, and heat you learned to love. You watched on as he chatted with his older brother, not blaming him for being so excited, it had been months. You pulled at his jacket coat twice to let him know you were leaving and he nodded, grabbing you're pinky and rubbing at it before letting you go.

"So, finally eighteen, huh?" Fuegoleon smiled at his younger brother, who now stood as tall and as prideful as the rest of his lion clan. Fuegoleon knew he was ready, and knew he would make a fine captain one day, maybe sooner than later.

"It seems so." Leopold grinned, he was jittery and bouncing with excitement, how couldn't he be?

"You might be trying to play it off but I know exactly what you're up to." Fuegoleon looked at Leo, completely aware of his little game.

"Your right brother,  only 59423 hours and 45 seconds left to beat you in becoming the captain of the Crimson lions. I think I can't get there before 25!" He grinned like a cat, eyes glinting with just as much point and mischievousness. He loved wagering with his brother, especially when it came to how powerful he could get. It meant more training!

"You are crazy... I'd like to see you try!" Fuegoleon huffed, shaking his head and walking away a smile hidden behind his back as he walked towards other guests. Leopold would make it alright, Fuegoleon was sure of that.

Leopold turned to look around for you, his looking over every person before they found him, draped across a wall and staring at him playfully, pointing a doorway. He grinned and looked around, before practically running towards you, picking you up and running to his room for nightly festivities.

***

Your birthday was in three days. Seventy-two hours. Four thousand and twenty minutes. Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand and two hundred seconds- WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO? He had been going back and forth for two days, thinking of what he should get you. Leopold had already finished with the planning, he knew he couldn't do a surprise party, because not only had you done one for him, you were too smart and Leopold couldn't keep anything away from you.

"Maybe Fuego or Leona could help." He muttered to himself, staring at the same paperwork he had been staring at for the last two hours.

"Could help with what?" Leopold practically jumped out of his skin, completely endorsed what to get you, he did expect you to be right behind him.

"Y/n? Oh! Uh, maybe they could help with this- this uh, work here, something about...  uh- blown up houses or something- uh what are you doing here, dear?" He pushed the pages away and turned to face you, smiling almost too widely. You stared at him weirdly.

"You okay?" You asked, coming to put a hand on his head, feeling to see if he was warmer than usual. He wasn't, only flushed and a little sweaty. You wiped your hand off on him and walked up, coming to sit on his lap sideways.

"Our mothers took me out dress shopping for my birthday gala, it was incredibly boring and so tedious!" You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and relaxing as he lifted his hand to comb through the beginnings of your hair, his fingers tickling the skin on the side of your face now and then when he repeated the motion.

"Luckily I found a gorgeous dress though." You turned your head to look up at him. His smile was as bright as usual as he smiled down at you, hand coming to rest against your cheek as he spoke.

"That's good. I'm sure It'll look gorgeous as I'm taking it off you." He whispered cheekily leaning in for a blazing kiss. You slapped at his chest jokingly, meeting his kiss with just as fevore and love as him.

Pulling apart, you two wanted nothing more than to continue, but Leopold still had decisions to make, and your mother still wanted to go jewelry shopping with you. So with one last craving kiss, you got up and left, leaving Leopold to go searching for his brother and sister.

***

"What should I get Y/n for her birthday?" Fuegoleon and Mereoleona stared down at Leopold with little interest.

"This is what you pulled us away for?" Mereoleona growled, staring at her little brother with anger but happy that he had come to her for advice. He never does, always opting for stupid Fuegoleon- who by the way, is the second born.

"This is serious! I can't think of a single thing! I've already gotten her everything before, and I sure as hell am not going to get some boring gifts, it's gotta be perfect!" Leopold crying looked at his older sibling with pleading eyes. Mereoleona sighed and rolled her eyes while Fugoleon simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, what do they like?"

***30 Minutes Later***

"And they also-"

"Okay! Leo, we got it! Let's move on!" Meroleona stopped Leopold from splurging any more useless information, already sick of his lovesick stories of you. Meroleona sat back and thought hard, she too stuck on what Leopold should get, if he hadn't already of gotten it for you, it was simply too stupid enough to get then. Finally, though, Fuegoleon spoke up.

"Leo, do you love Y/n?" Fuegoleon held Leopold's eyes, ready for a slipping leak of deceit, but found none when he strongly replied.

"Are you serious? Of course, I love them! Hell, I've loved them my entire life it feels! They are always there for me, always have been! Without them, I wouldn't be nearly as powerful as I am today. Without them, I don't think I would have ever made it this far. I can't even begin to think of what my life would be like without them." Leopold spoke with such ferocity it left him almost breathless, his chest burning with the love for you. Fuegoleon only looked on in amusement.

"Well brother, I think you know what to do."

***

The party was beautiful, walls draped in f/c silks, your favorite. Flowers of all kinds filling every vase dotted across tables and window seals, some even hanging from the ceiling. Entertainers performed around you, showing off for the guests and patrons. Music filling the gigantic halls of the ballroom, sending magical melodies swirling around the room. It had been a night of dancing and drinking, good food, and sweet desserts. Laughs and jokes were shared with good friends and guild members.

As the night grew colder and fatigue slipped into everyone's exhausted bodies, [pulling them to leave and seeking sleep in their beds and homes. Leopold had swooped you up and carried you out of the ballroom, pushing past departing guests and banquet wanderers with genuine goodbyes and courtesies, hoping to see each other again.

"Where are we going, Leo?" You asked, confused and he walked out in the night air of the castle, finding a special mage standing near, opening a portal and nodding us in, a warm smile on his face.

"To you're last birthday present, my dear." Fuegoleon smiled and walked through the portal, walking out into a forested area. You looked around, taking in the change of environment. A wooden cabin layout in front of you two, covered in vines and foliage. Fireflies lit up the entrance, buzzing around a small bridge passing over a little creek in front of the little cabin. As we walked across you watched as the fireflies buzzed around brightly, spooked and startled by the walking of Leopold's steps. You giggled as they flew around you and Leopold, some even going to the water and lighting it up, making out the shapes of fish and lily pads dotting the water's surface.

"Leo, this is beautiful." You whisper, looking up at the spiraling trees, watching the stars shine and twinkle down on you. Leopold only smiled at your astonished face, quick to get you inside and show you your final gift.

Leopold opened the door, walked in, and set you down. As you walked around the warm cabin, taking in the decorations and personal trinkets Leopold had brought, to what he would hopefully like to call your new home. Leopold watched as you took in everything, reaching in his pocket and grabbing your gift, getting down to rest on one knee. He waited for you to turn back around, looked at him questioningly, and watched the slow realization dawn on your face as he lifted the little box and showed you what lay inside.

A gorgeous ring, detailed to a royals perfection, with the stunning vermillion house sigil carved on the outside. A vermillion diamond rests between the golden prongs holding it in place.

"Leo." A hand covers your mouth as you look at him in shock and astound. "Do you mean it?" You asked, walking over quickly and staring down at the man you love holding your next step in his hands.

"I would never lie or joke about something like this, Y/n. I love you, and I know I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I can't live without you." Leopold spoke, eyes staring up at her with honest truth.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!! Of course, I'll marry you!" Leopold jumped up quickly and wrapped you in a breathless kiss, bringing you in tightly and finally letting go of all his anxiety of you saying no, no it was too early or something, but he needn't worry now.

You said yes.

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Won’t you pull me through ? (Fred and George Weasley)

Description : Amber meet her friend Emily to take a tea and they talk about the war and the twins. It’s inspired by the song Trouble by Cage The Elephant.

Word count : 2.2K

Warning : angst, mention of death, torture, scars, death and mental illness.

Lyrics from Trouble by Cage The Elephant are in italics.

Tag list : @memekingofwwiii​ 

After knocking at the door, Emily entered with her brighter smile. It's been a while since she's had the opportunity to see her friend, the last few months have been a mess in the wizarding world with the death of Voldemort and the end of the war. She's doing her best but she's still overwhelmed, although the smile of Amber makes it all go away within a second. 

-Hey love. 

-Emily ! It's been a long time since the last time I saw you around ! How are you ?

-Pretty good, things are exhausting lately but we have to deal with it. We're in the middle of reconstruction, it's normal that things are moving fast. 

-This is a good thing, this terrible year is finally behind us. Do you know how well the reconstruction is progressing at Hogwarts? 

-McGonagall supervises, so it's efficient and almost done. She must be a great principal, she is what the students need after the trauma of war.

-I don't even want to imagine the condition that some people must be in, a whole year being tortured by sadistic deatheaters when they were only children …

The two friends sat down at a table to drink the tea Amber had prepared in advance. There is a silence following Amber's sentence, Emily looking at her with a hint of concern. Rare are the people who have not suffered from war and who do not continue to suffer from it today. Some have experienced more painful things than others, such as Amber who was imprisoned and tortured during the war at the Malfoy mansion. It was in the last month before the Battle of Hogwarts, she was able to escape thanks to Dobby, with Luna and Ollivander. Emily hadn't been able to see her before the Battle of Hogwarts a month later, she didn't seem to have experienced all the horrors she told her afterwards. On the battlefield she looked like a warrior determined to win, even at the risk of her life. She was unstoppable, and she survived. They both survived, not everyone was so lucky.

-Now all these assholes are either in jail or dead. My only regret is not being able to get revenge on Bellatrix before Molly killed her. That bitch left awful scars on me, and since they were made with black magic it can't be removed.

-You talk about it like it's nothing, so you feel better ?

-It was hard at first, the first few weeks after the battle I felt like I didn't recognize myself. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a stranger. But it's been getting better for a while, I feel good.

-I’m glad to hear it. You know that everyone is worried about you, you haven't had an easy time of it.

-There are some who have been through worse, I keep breathing and I have resumed a normal life. I think I’m doing well. Doesn't it look like it ? 

-You seem peaceful … After what happened 

-Can we talk about something else ? This war has already hurt us enough, don’t you think so ?

-Obviously.

A little annoyed, Amber finished her cup of tea, her hands slightly shaking. Nothing impressive, but Emily notices it, which awakens the worry inside her. She doesn't know what to do, maybe she should apologize for bringing it up. Obviously the blonde didn't want to talk too long about it. With a fleeting look in her eyes, Amber tucks a strand of her long hair behind her ear. The room suddenly seems to her empty and hostile, she loves Emily but talking about the war remains something that makes her uncomfortable. She much prefers to talk about the future and all the joyful things that await them. This is what helps her get better, telling herself tomorrow will be better and she always has the people she loves with her. She will be able to live that future with them. A smile appears on her face, speaking of joy she immediately thinks of them. Her two rays of sunshine.

-I have received the new catalog from George and Fred's store. Have you seen it ? It's still so colorful, it's good to see all these colors in this sad world. Wait, I'll show it to you, I think I put it over there.

The blonde leaves the table to rummage through the drawers of her dresser as Emily looks at her. We had talked to her about it but she wasn't expecting it, how is it possible ? 

-Oh Amber …

-What ? You already saw it ? You can tell me, I'm just trying to talk about my best friends. Maybe you went to the store not long ago, it's still fantastic isn’t it ? This place exudes a good mood, if I could I would spend all of my days there. 

-Did you go back ?

-Of course ! George and Fred wouldn't talk to me anymore if I wasn't their best customer. I love them so much, I'm glad the war doesn't change them. They are still funny and malicious, they always have been. You know, I think people don't realize how wonderful they are.

-I have never laughed so much as with them, they have always been very funny.

-You see ? That's what I said. I grew up with them, we did so many silly things together but we had so much fun ! 

-I know, you had few problems because of them. They always took you in their pranks, you were driving the professors crazy. They found you calm and studious, they didn't understand why you were doing this. 

-Do you know this song ? It says “trouble on my left, trouble on my right, I’ve been facing trouble almost all my life.” That’s on growing with George and Fred. You learn to like problems and to be clever enough to make it good. 

-I can imagine. Which song is it ?

-Trouble by Cage The Elephant. You should listen to it one day, it’s really great. It reminds me of my friendship with George and Fred. 

-Because they always put you in trouble ?

-Not only that, and to be honest I’ve always loved it. These are the best moments of my life, the three of us always had fun as kids. It's not really the same anymore … 

The silence remains, for a moment you can see a shadow on Amber's face, revealing suffering. The mask falls, she has not moved on as she claims, she is still haunted by what happened. We can not say that she is an exceptional case, it was war, but Amber is a special case. 

-I miss them, they don’t come often but they’re busy with their shop. Business is running for them, they deserve it. They work so hard for their shop.

-Amber, you know very well that their store has not reopened.

-What the hell are you talking about ? Of course it reopened ! I went there, I helped them put everything back in place. 

-It's not possible Amber. The store is still closed, and there is no new catalog.

-But I was there! I know it better than you do, I didn't imagine it ! Were you there to help them with the store ? I don't remember seeing you there, so how can you say it's impossible ? You didn't go back to Diagon Alley ? How can you say the store is closed ? It is not closed !

-Amber …

-IT’S NOT CLOSED ! Damn it, where is this damn catalog !

Now she’s crying, all her body is shaking. Her hands are clenched to the chest of drawers, the white knuckles, she’s so tense. It seems as if the slightest word or gesture could make her explode. Unsure of what to do, Emily gets up and starts walking towards her friend. She wants to comfort her, to tell her that everything will be okay, but that would be lying. It’s been a while now and it's not going to get any better visibly. Yet seeing her like this tears her heart out, she wishes there was something she could do to make her feel better. 

-I’m sorry Amber.

-Don’t … Don’t say this, you have nothing to be sorry about.

-We both know isn’t true.

-Why did you come ? I thought you wanted to talk like in the good old days, not that you wanted to bring up all the pain. The war has taken something from all of us, it's time to stop it and take it back.

-Unfortunately it doesn't work like that, we can't take back what it took from us. The dead cannot be brought back to life.

-No one should have died.

They can only agree on this point, this war should not have taken place and it should not have taken so many lives. Emily is standing in the middle of the room, Amber still in front of the dresser but she is almost shaking. The tears are already drying on her cheeks but she doesn't seem to care, she keeps scratching the inside of her right hand with her index. Worries fill Emily's thoughts, she feels like she's screwed up all over the place. She was hoping that she could make things better, make Amber feel better, but she's not worried that she's robbed her even more.

-Please leave, I need some quiet.

The blonde takes a cassette from one of the drawers of the chest of drawers, with red eyes she inserts it into a cassette player. The music begins as she leaves the room with a heavy heart. How did her friend get there ? After closing the door, Emily lets out a sigh. Things are worse than she expected, Amber is still in denial. The real version of the story is much sadder than Amber's version. She really escaped the Malfoy mansion in April after being tortured, she wasn’t that good but it’s the Battle of Hogwarts who makes her fall. She was on a fine line, fighting for her survival and to save her loved ones. She was fighting against her own sanity during the battle, every second, every move, every thought was a step forward. She was winning, seeing a glimmer of hope when Voldemort died. Her first reaction was to laugh at having a hard time breathing, it was over, they had won, she had won. So she ran through the castle to find her two best friends, she had seen them during the battle but was unable to join them at that time. They were finally going to be reunited, to be again the trio they always have been. No matter what they had gone through, they had survived and they will be able to rebuild themself together. 

Nobody can imagine the pain that hit her when she saw the two dead bodies on the ground. It was like the blast of an explosion, in less than a second her world collapsed. They were all she had, she has been an orphan for years, an only child, Fred and George were all that mattered to her. Thus broke the spirit of the young woman

-She hasn't progressed since May …

-It can take a long time before she may feel ready to accept the truth. She knows it but she needs to do it all again. 

-But how much longer ? She's not going to stay locked up here all her life !

-When she accepts reality and gets over it, she can return to live with her family.

-She has no family left, her parents died years ago and she had no one else. And the twins died too ... I'm afraid she has no family left.

The lyrics of the song can be heard through the door, from what she hears, Emily understands how this music speaks so much to Amber. “My sweet love, won’t you pull me through ? Everywhere I look I catch a glimpse of you.” It must be horrible to lose your two best friends, even more when you think of them as your brothers, your last family. She really lost everything that day, even her sanity.

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“God don’t let me lose my mind.” She sings with this whole heart, eyes closed and serenity filling the room. She knows the lyrics by heart, it became her favorite song because it reminds her of them. When she opens her eyes she faces the twins, sitting at the table. They exchange a mischievous look before looking at her, it's like when they were young. A blink of an eye and they are three children facing each other, mischievous and innocent. Then teenagers, running through Hogwarts to escape Filch, out of breath but having fun. It's only onto the common room they can relax, out of danger. Fred told Amber that it's her turn to do it, so she takes his wand and puts it on the map. Surrounded by his two best friends, Amber open her eyes and as a tear falls, she whispers :

-Mischief managed.

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley imagine #george weasley angst #fred weasley #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley angst #weasley twins

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Thank you for the request anon!!

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Title : FINE

Pairing: IkeSen Ieyasu x MC

Rated: M (Smut)

Type: One Shot

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Her scrunched eyes and clenched fists enough to show how angry she is. How desperate she is to hold back her upcoming tears.

Just how did this happened?

After a few minutes of calming her breath, she opened her eyes and glare back at him. "I've had enough.." She started. Trembling. "I'm.. Tired."

Quick.

Do something.

What the hell are you thinking, standing there doing nothing but stare to her sad form? You've broke her heart..! Do something already..!

"Fine. You are not the only one."

What the hell am I saying?

She jolted her surprised look at him. He realized she tried to find reason in his contrary words--is it real? Is it fake? Is it sincere? Or is it not? Her eyes scanned his face, it took her a while before she could continue, and this time, tears are brimming on her cheeks. She nod, and nod, her lips curved into a sad smile.

..and that smile enough to make him imagine his heart had been thorned out from his chest and sliced into two. But why? Why he can't stop being contrary right now? Why he can't just pulled her hand and hug her close to his chest to apologize?

"....Ieyasu. We need a break." She sobbed.

No.

"We are." There's a choke in her throat when he said that.

NO..!

"..I'm sorry." She cup her mouth as she ran out from their bed chamber.

No..! No..! NO!

"DAMN IT...!" He slammed his work table, causing the herbs clatter around and some of it fell onto the tatami mat from the impact. "No..! That's not what I wanted to say..!" He grit his teeth, whispering to himself as he tug on his hair.

He have let his tiring days to pressurize him. He have been avoiding his lover who wanted to ease his fatigue by pushing her away. Thinking it was another disturbance where it's actually not. To add more to that, the daughter of a Daimyo that visited his castle can often be seen chatting with him on her interest on herbs--MC has misunderstood the situation from jealousy and comparing it with the differences of treatment between her and that princess. Instead of explaining it properly, he let his fatigue take over his emotions and have bursts all his pent up anger towards her. Which have let into previous argument.

It's normal for her to feel insecure. He have pushed her, avoiding her, and treated her that way. Of course..! Of course..! It's his fault. It's. His. Fault.

How could he do that to her..? She have chosen him over her timeline. She have chosen him instead of moving on within a peaceful world, he is EVERYTHING to her and yet.. He did that. He blindly did that. "...I'm an idiot.." He mumbled as he slump against the herbs.

"Princess..! Wait..!!"

He froze to the sound of horse and ruckus outside his room. "You..! What happened??" One of his vassals quickly get down to his knee. "We tried to stop her, My Lord..! But she have gone and get the horse and-" He groaned, "Did she say where she wanted to go?""I'm afraid not..! She just took the horse like that-"

"..My Lord."

Ieyasu turned to the maid behind the vassal. This is the maid that he hired personally for his wife. "I know I shouldn't pry but.. She said that she wanted to return to Azuchi Castle."

"..I see."

Azuchi. Much better than Kasugayama. Because he is afraid if MC suddenly choose Kenshin over him. If she is tired of him completely. Breathing a sigh of relief, he excuses his vassal and maid and starts to pack things for his own return to Azuchi. He can imagine the moment MC arrived there with tears, the other warlords will circle her, listened to her story no matter how she tried to keep it on herself, and Hideyoshi would fume with anger, and Nobunaga would command that his entrance at Azuchi Castle will be locked temporarily.

Still, the worst one would be Masamune. He might try to suggest MC that she should be with him.

Before that happened, he must depart from his castle as soon as possible.

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He was right.

But he made it on time.

One of the guards said "Nobunaga-sama said if a yellow p-porcupine on a horse came at the castle gate, we must not let him in."

Ieyasu about to threaten the castle guard until Mitsuhide appeared. "It's alright, let him in. Ieyasu-sama will pay you double later."

Helping. But not helping at the same time.

Whatever it is he is already in. He immediately run towards his lover's room but only to be stopped by Hideyoshi and Nobunaga. Oh joy.

"What are you? Parents to MC?" He frowned.

Nobunaga shrugged. "You've made my fireball cry. Now her fire is not as strong as before. I take it that as your fault." He smirked.

"How immature of you to do that to her, Ieyasu. Have you remembered the day that you get through together? Then you let out your tiredness on her? I'm disappointed." Hideyoshi added, sighing while crossing his arms on his chest.

"Hey Ieyasu..! If you are done with her I can always be her next husband. I volunteer." Ieyasu glared at the laughing Masamune. And to Nobunaga, and Hideyoshi. He pull out a bag of konpeito which make Nobunaga's smirk to disappear instantly. "Let's make a deal. I won't disturb her until she herself wanted to see me."

Hideyoshi look from Ieyasu to Nobunaga. "N-nobunaga-sama..!" His lord grinned. "Deal.""NOBUNAGA-SAMA!!"

"I'm not a 'thing' for you to make a deal on, Nobunaga." A familiar voice speak behind them.

It was his lover. Looking worn out herself; he can see from her swollen eyes. "..MC." He called out to her. But before she could look at her beloved, she turn away, her back facing him. "What's the point of coming here? You are tired aren't you..?" He can see her wiping another tears on her face before she return back to her room. Ieyasu quicken his pace, walking pass the other warlords to catch up to her and when he did,

SLAP!!

His cheek is burning. A soft gasp escaped their throat, including Mitsuhide himself. "Don't touch me..!" She sobbed. "Don't ever, ever, touch me..!" Her eyes sting, she have shed tears more than she could today. "We are over, Ieyasu..! I hate you..! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!!!"

"MC..!!" He grab nothing but air as she run away from him.

"....." He brushed his cheek. That was a first time for her to do that. The hand that usually caress his cheek lovingly have hurt him today. The lips that usually utter 'I love you' had changed into 'I hate you'.

"Looks like she totally had enough I must say?" Mitsuhide grinned. "It's better to give her some space or else that hate will change to despise.""Oi..! Mitsuhide! Can't you read the situation??"

"No.. He is right. Pardon me."

Ieyasu returned to his manor, declining any food to be served and for the first time not attending war council for that day.

Even though Mitsuhide had said that, the stubborn part of him refuse to let MC go just like that. This is not the end. He must make sure this is not the end. She is everything to him and only her can hold that special place in his heart.

She have been avoiding him ever since. He expected that. She would look away even though they sit across each other in a war council, and she would face another way if they walk in a same hallway. There's also one time when she had a food poisoning, he is there to save her. But she told the maid to refuse any supply of medicines from him, and slap his hand away when he rub her back when she vomitted. "I don't need your help..!" She spat. Though after that she fainted when she tried to get away from him.

He couldn't take it anymore. Sure, she have recovered and all. But a month of avoiding has killed him slowly. Worst than a stab of a sword. He is determined that she is still longing for him, although she has been pushing him away, even a single brush from his hand on hers.

Because right now,

"Hnn-..!" Her bite on her pillow almost failed to cover her muffle of pleasure. Her messy locks spread across the futon, her legs are spreading to give more access to her finger to rub around her swollen bud, and the other hand pinching her nipple. "Mmm- ahh-" She moaned as she rub her wet entrance up and down, inserting one finger after another. "It's been a long time I didn't do it but.. It is still stretched down there..!" She gasped, her eyes roll back and saliva drip from the side of her gasping mouth. "Mmnn so good..! Nnnh I want more..!"

Ieyasu rub his own bulging that grows every second as he peek through the door screen. It's the same for him, he has been masturbating to her. 1 month is too long. Not only it kills him mentally.. It also kills his sexual needs. Almost every night he would imagine her naked body writhing under him, begging for more. "Mmmnn..! Ieyasu..!" Her moan brings him back to reality. "Ieyasu.. Ah- Ieyasu..! So good..!! Mmnn yes, lick me there..!"

How dirty of her.

"Ahhnn... I'm coming..! Ieyasu..!"

Splurt!!

Her legs trembled as she reached her orgasm. When she calm her heartbeat, a tear drop onto the pillow. "...Stupid Ieyasu." She sniffed. "I hate-.. I love you."

That's it.

Fine.

That's it.

It's his lost. He musn't prolong this anymore..!

BAM!

MC flinched when he cornered her on the wall. "W-what are you doing- what do you want? We are over, Ieyasu..!" He smirked. "You said that but why are your voice shaking?""I'm just surprised..! That's all..! Who wouldn't be surprised when they just want to have another peaceful day but got cornered into a wall??"

"Since when did you learn to say things like that?"

"..After I take a break from you of course..! This is the only way to defend myself from mmmf..!!"

He kissed her.

"Mmf-!!" She pushed him. "What do you think you are doing?? Sto- mmmf..!! Ieya- mmmnnn!! Ah..!" He rub his knee in between her legs, making her gasp from it and took the chance to insert his tongue in her mouth to kiss her deeply. "Mm- fu-.." Their tongue dances, mixing their saliva of need as MC slowly and gradually untighten the hold on his shoulder. There's a slick of trail of a saliva when they pulled apart. "Stop.. Please. Let go of me." She find her knees tremble from the kiss. Stupid knees.

"Nnn-" He rub his knee up to her entrance again. "Are you sure you want me to let go of you..?"

"Hya..!! W-wait- Ieyasu- AH!"

He had pull up the hem of her kimono and immediately thrust his dick into her in one go. "A-ah..?" She couldn't process it at the moment. He had entered into her, without preparation, without any lube, and yet her insides clenching him so painfully tight, as if it has been waiting for his dick to fill it completely. N-no..! Not this..! Or else..!

..She would lose her composure.

"Ieyasu.. NNN-"

He pulled out fully.

"AHN!?"

And plunge inside again. The whole length.

"You have been calling my name desperately last night. Now you beg me to let go of you? Never."

Her eyes widened. "Wh- wha-"

"Aroused when I say that? You've clenched me tighter than before." His voice is low and hoarse. It's been a long time since they had sex and he find his dick throbbing more than ever when it come into contact with her walls. "Yes. You've been calling my name. Aren't you a dirty one to fantasize despite saying "I hate you"..?"

SMACK!

He circle around her waist, smacking her butt cheeks, left and right, watching it bounces every time he hit her. He growled each time her pussy grip onto him tighter whenever he smack her and she let out a high pitched squeak from it. "You naughty girl..!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

He had plunge it into her, thrusting, ramming in and out, smacking her butt cheeks and rubbing and groping on it, taking it all with all his hands could grope, throughout the time he pounded inside her. "Admit it, MC. Admit that you've been longing for me to fuck you like this..!" He smack her bouncing breasts this time, pinching on her nipples. "You miss this aren't you? For me to fuck you deep and watch your tits bounce from my dick..!"

"Mmmnn!! Y-yes..! YES!! OH GOD..! Ieyasu..! S-so deep!! M-more..! More!! Don't stop!!"

"You hate me huh? Then whose dick making you cry with need hmm?" He bites her shoulder, making her dig her nails onto his back, creating new scratch marks. "Mmmnn! Yours..! Your dick make me cry with need..! Ah..! I love you, Ieyasu..! Mmh I love you..!" He pulled her into his embrace, kissing her deeply. "Mmn..!" He moved his lips to her nipple, sucking on it hard.

Then he stopped.

"W-what's wrong?"

He tasted milk. "MC..? You are lactating-" His eyes widened to hers as she blushed and look away. "W-well.. That's.. Kya..!"

He pushed her onto the futon, and he is still inside her. "Are you.."

His heart jumped when she nodded. "S-so.." She break the sudden ample silence. "It has been two months- remember the last time I vomitted? That wasn't food poisoning."

"....Nn." He rests his forehead on hers. "Ieyasu..?"

"I'm sorry. I'm.. Sorry." He hugged her close, kissing her temple and neck. "No.. It's mine too. It must have been the mood swings.. And.. Mmn- a-ahh..! Ieyasu-" He moved again, slowly but full of pleasure that drives her crazy. "Nnn why are you slowing down..! It won't hurt the baby..!"

"But-"

"No buts Tokugawa Ieyasu just fuck me already..!!!"

"Ugh-" He were pushed and MC rides on him now. "Let me do it then..! You know how much I like it rough..!" She rides him, circling her hips, making him throb. "Nn yes..! You are cumming aren't you? Cum inside me..! I want you, Ieyasu..!!""MC..!!"

They changed position again; he is scissoring her, thrusting into her deeply until his head reach its deepest part. "Yes..! Right there..!! Mmhh Ieyasu..! Ah- I'm coming..! I'm coming..!! Ieyasu..! IEYASU..!! AAAHHH!!!"

SPURRT!!! SPURT!

"Nnnn..!!!" He grunt, launching forward to push all of his dick fully, coating her pussy all over. He hissed as pump after pump, all the 1 month worth has emptied his balls to the point it flow out from their connected place. "Haaah.. So thick.." She licked her lips, grinned as it make his dick pulsate more and more when she did that. "Ieyasu.. I wonder if it's possible to add more babies inside..?" He smiled smugly like Nobunaga. "As if that's possible. If it is..." He pinched her nipple, fondling it with his index finger. "Your belly must have been swollen so much from our daily baby making and you could burst anytime."

It arouses her and she unconsciously move her hips upwards.

"Honey..? I want more."

"...With pleasure."

They squeeze their hands together as they kissed deeply for another round of make up sex. Maybe more than that, making up for what has been lost this few weeks back.

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Eheh.

Eheheh.

(ㆁᴗㆁ✿) //wipes own nosebleed.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku tokugawa ieyasu #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikesen ieyasu #smut #ohyeah #immapervert