#my little brothers are chess champions now
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SafeHouse || Thirteen
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"Of course Potter is a champion" Draco spat from his bed.
It was after the choosing of the champions and as per usual the four of us were in the guys dorm, I was lying at the end of Theo's bed and we were trying to make sense of what had happened.
"I wonder how he did it" Blaise thought
"With his stupid bloody Potter Privilege, thats how" Draco said
"Yes, but how would he have actually been able to put his name in the Goblet, with the age circle, you saw what happened to my brothers" I said
"Probably got someone else to do it, you know how everyone worships him, I bet Dumbledore did it" Theo said
"Think logical, please, he can't do that, He's headmaster and would probably get into lots of trouble with the Ministry, I'm pretty sure he would not risk it just for Harry, put your jealousy aside for just a moment maybe?
"Jealousy?!" All three of them said in Sync shooting up to stare at me
"What?"
"I am anything but Jealous or Potter" Draco said
"Yep, sure seems like it" I muttered.
"Take that back!" Theo demanded
"No." I crossed my arms
"Yes, Now Weasley, take it back right now!" Draco said
"Prove me wrong and I might"
Next thing I knew, Theo had jumped on me, knocking the air out
"Take it back!" He told me
"Your jealous of Harry" I said in a sing song tone
"No, I'm not" He said
"Yes you are" I laughed "You wanna be the Hogwarts Champion, but he is"
"There's so many reasons why I am not jealous of Potter"
"Oh really? like what"
"Well for starters, I'm the one on top of the Keira Weasley, He's not, I'm rich, I'm Handsome, me as well as all my friends are pure bloods, even you are, I have at least one parent thats alive"
"What?" I shoved him so I could sit up
"What" He repeated
"What do you mean at least one?" I asked
"Thats kind of personal, dont you think" Draco said
"Shit, Theo, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ask, I'm so sor-"
"It's fine, K, I don't need your sympathy, now take back your statement" He huffed
"Fine! I guess you're not jealous of Harry Potter, But I can't say the same for Draco"
"I am not!"
"Are too"
"Get out my-
"Our"
"Dorm, Weasley, right now!"
"With pleasure, I'll let you think of all the ways to best Harry this time, Toodles!" I waved before walking out and going to bed.
•
"Ron, you're being ridiculous, you don't actually think he did it to spite you, do you?" It was Breakfast the next day, I decided to sit with my brother who was clearly in a bad mood, and surprisingly not sat with Harry, who were practically attached at the hip, they were more linked then him and I, and we shared a womb for nine months.
"It's kind of typical, don't you think? Harry always find's some way to include himself"
"I think your being a little dramat-"
"Do you know what its like to have to compete with everyone, I have so many brothers that have all their things and I'm... just...just Ron, nothing special, and then my best friends bloody famous who saved the whole Wizarding world and now is competing in the Triwizard Tournament underage!" he huffed
"Okay, well first of all, We have the same brothers, we are in fact twins, just in case you forgot, and I'm also up against you, who is in fact best friends with the boy who lived, who risked his life in first year, and got an honery mention from Dumbledore for playing the best game of wizards chess. then did it again in second year and even went in the Chamber of Secrets and helped Harry. I've also got Ginny who in her first year had the worst, and she's the youngest child, and girl, so evidently Mum and Dad would be more interested in her. What did I do? become the first Weasley sorted into Slytherin and become friends with A Malfoy, a Nott and a Zabini. You're not just Ron you know and Mum and Dad are so proud of you, you realise that, right?"
"I still don't like them" He said
"Okay, I don't expect you to, I barely like them half the time, but they're also my friends, not yours."
"Please don't let them change you"
"They can't possibly do that if I barely even know who I am myself, and I've been friends with them for a year now, so get over it already. Now c'mon it's Sunday, stop mopping around and lets go do something, just me and you alright" I told him, standing up from the bench.
"Fine" He rolled his eyes "Let me just grab th-" He picked up a napkin and started cramming food in it
"Ronald, come on!"
"I am!"
It was a good day, refreshing, It's been a while since Ron and I had hung out, just the two of us and catching up on forgotten memories, I missed him, Sometimes I envied how close Fred and George were, I wished that we were like that, but we were both completely different with our own lives and friends.
•
"Why must you be so childish" I hissed at Draco whilst we waited outside for double potions.
"What, if you can wear a stupid spew badge, We can wear these" Draco said, nodding at his "POTTER STINKS" badge
"I'ts S.P.E.W and its a good cause, you're just being cruel" I crossed my arms "And the fact you two are on it as well, I expected better" I shook my head at Theo and Blaise.
"Hey! Don't bring us into it, Draco made us wear them"
"I did no such thing, Nott!" Draco glared at Theo.
"Are you saying you both can not stand up to a mean bully, who was once a ferret?"
"Weasley! I told you to never mention that" His eyes were wide as he narrowed his eyebrows
"You think I'll listen just becau-"
"Shut up! Potters coming" He cut me off, clamping his hand on my mouth
Harry and Hermione passed the corner, Harry looked at the Badges the other Slytherins were wearing, I saw the look in his eyes as soon as he saw the message
"support CEDRIC DIGGORY - the REAL Hogwarts Champion"
"Like them, Potter?" Draco asked him as they came closer
"Hey, Harry, Hermione" I greeted them
Before they had a chance to reply, Draco had already stepped in front of me
"This isn't all they do!- look!" He pressed the badge so the message turned. Grinning widely at Harry as he read the message.
"Stop being such a tosspot, Draco!" I told him as I hit his badge, turning it back into the Cedric one.
Harry was bright red as all the other Slytherins were howling with laughter, their own badges changing.
I hate this house.
I looked over to Ron, who was leaning on the wall with Dean and Seamus, third wheel.
He didn't do anything, he wasn't laughing, but he wasn't helping, like he normally would, how much longer is he going to stay mad at him.
"Oh, very funny" Hermione said sarcastically "Really witty"
"Malfoy, tell them to stop, its not funny" I hissed at him, so only he could hear
"Want one, Granger?" Draco ignored me, offering a badge out to her "I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see, don't want a Mudblood sliming it up."
"Malfoy! Stop it!" I demanded.
Harry had yanked out his wand, students fled the corridor
"Harry!" Hermione said warningly.
"Go on, then, Potter" Draco said in a low tone, pulling out his own wand.
"No!" I grabbed his wrist "Please" But he just shrugged me off.
"Moody's not here to look after you now - do it, if you've got the guts -"
"Both of you, just put your wands away, Harry just ignore them" I said
"Harry, Stop!" Hermione said.
"Furnunculus!" Harry yelled.
"Densaugeo!" Draco screamed
The spells bounced, I ducked quickly to miss it as it hit Goyle in the Face, Hermione wasn't so lucky and got hit with Draco's.
Goyle had started growing great ugly boils. Hermione was clutching her mouth and whimpering with panic
"Hermione!" Ron rushed to her, I crossed the imaginary line of Harry and Draco's feud to reach her, Ron and I shared a nervous glance before looking back at Hermione, Ron pulled her hand away and we watched in horror as Her already long teeth were growing to her chin.
"Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry" I Didn't know what to do
She let out another cry
"And what is all this about?" Snape had, finally, arrived.
The other Slytherins were shouting over each other to give their explanations, But Snape cut them off by pointing a finger at Harry and Draco "Explain."
"Potter attacked me, sir-"
"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted over Draco.
"-and he hit Goyle - look -"
"Hospital wing, Goyle" Snape said
"Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said still holding her wrists"Look!" Ron forced Hermione to show Snape, her teeth were already at her collar.
Pansy and the other Slytherin girls, that I refused to associate myself with (even though we share a dorm) were giggling away.
"Parkinson, shut your pugface up" I barked at her
"I see no difference" Snape said, giving her a cold look
Hermione cried more, I pulled her towards me so she was crying on my shoulder, which hurt because her teeth were stabbing into me but that doesn't matter.
Ron and Harry were hurling insults at Snape, luckily because of the echo, you couldn't quite make out what they were saying but I guess he caught on.
"Lets see" Snape drawled out "Fifty points from Gryffindor and a detention each for Potter and Mr Weasley. Now get inside, or it'll be a week's worth of detentions."
"But Sir! Ron didn't-"
"Keira, leave it, take Hermione to the Hospital wing, yeah?" Ron told me.
I huffed before gently pushing Hermiones face out of my shoulder and held her hand before leading her off to Madam Pomfrey, Shoving Draco with my shoulder and shaking my head at the other two that just watched.
"It'll be okay, 'Mione, Pomfrey can fix it" I tried to reassure her.
"Miss Weasley" Snape called me, stopping us in our tracks "If you decide to leave my class without permission from me or another Professor, I will be forced to give you a detention, to make up for your absence"
"Sir!" I started but Hermione stopped me
"Just go, I'll be fine" She fought to say, through her teeth. I squeezed her hand one more time before reluctantly walking towards the potions door.
All three of the guys looked at me hopefully as I crossed their table but I took my seat with Harry, who was sat alone as Ron decided to sit with Dean and Seamus, God that boy holds grudges.
"Hi, Harry, I'm so sorry about all that, I swear I had nothing to do with it" I told him
"It's fine, Keira, don't worry about it" He said, giving me a smile but I could easily tell it was fake.
I took his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze "I bet you'll do amazing, Harry, and prove everyone wrong"
"Your boyfriends don't look too pleased" He told me, I turned to see all three of them staring at our hands in hate and Disgust
"Well good thing, that none of them are my boyfriends then, they're a bunch of pricks" That grabbed their attention like they were all in sync, all their eyes shot up to meet mine, Blaise turned around like nothing happened, Theo blushed before quickly turning away, But Draco's eyes lingered for a moment longer before turning.
I still hadn't let go of Harry's hand when Colin Creevey ran in, Ginny had told me all about the annoying curly blond boy that took pictures of everything he laid eyes on.
Turns out His brother was the one that fell in the lake.
"Yes?" Snape asked as the boy continued to stand there.
"Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs."
Colin's smile dropped instantly as Snape stared at him.
"Potter has another hour of Potions to complete, He will come upstairs when this class is finished."
"Sir- sir, Mr Bagman wants him" He stuttered "all the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs..." Colin then looked over to us, still holding hands, as soon as I saw part of his smile return I snatched my hand out of Harry's
"Very, very well" Snape snapped at the younger boy "Potter, leave your things here, I want you back down here later to test your antidote."
"Please, sir - he's got to take his things with him." Colin squeaked "All the champions -"
"Very well! Potter - take your bag and get out of my sight"
Harry grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder "See you, Keira" He muttered before walking down to the door
"Good luck, Harry" I called after him. Great Now I was alone.
•
I very much regretted sitting with Harry that day after the poisonous Rita Skeeter had published her article on Harry in the Daily Prophet.
Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, say's that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl, but our sources have told us that he has also been seen cosying up with, Best friend, Ronald Weasley's Twin Sister, Keira Weasley, who transferred here, last year and was the first in her family to be sorted into Slytherin. Am I sensing a high school love triangle?
It's been out for nearly two weeks and the guys still won't drop it after I decided to talk to them again which was dinner the same day, and that was also another of my regrets.
But It was Fred and George who lapped it up the most, as if it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.
"Our Baby sister, dating the Harry Potter"
"Our little sister in the paper"
"First Pucey now Harry, talk about downgrades" They teased, which hadn't helped because turns out The bitch Skeeter was eavesdropping, Which I had no idea how because I hadn't seen her anywhere.
Potter's girl! The boy or the Fame?! The heading read, mentioning how quickly I had moved on from relationships and delving into my Family's fortunes as if I were with Harry for his riches. Which I was not! Because I don't even like him.
•
The day of the first task had finally approached.
I was stood in the stands with Draco, Theo and Blaise, shivering.
All three of them were very excited about the Dragons, I had to admit, I was impressed and nervous, that they might break loose and attack us all.
I was more worried about Harry's. God, Please don't let him die in front of everyone, I might go after from second hand embarrassment.
He was last. Krum had just finished by retrieving his egg by besting the Chinese Fireball.
Harry had walked out from the tents. He would have to face a Hungarian Horntail. Of bloody course he would get that one
"My brother, Charlie told me about Hungarian Horntail's once" I said out loud "They're really vicious, and possessive of their eggs. Look at the spikes on its tail" I pointed
"I have got to admit, If Potter can pull this off, thats impressive" Blaise nodded
"And what happens if he doesn't?" Draco asked
"Then I guess I won't be the only one seeing Thestrals" Theo shrugged
"Theo- Thats really sad, but also don't say things like that! I'm sure he wont die, My brothers probably here keeping watch just in case. And also sorry about that" I gave a sympathetic look to Theo.
"Accio Firebolt" Harry had shouted from the enclosure.
The crowd continued to make noise but I drowned it out focusing on Harry and praying that he would be able to do this.
His broom came speeding towards him from the tree's.
Bagman was yelling from excitement whilst commentating.
Harry hopped on his broom and rose in the air quickly, my heart raced as he dove towards the Dragon, I thought it was going to jump out of my chest.
The Horntail then let out a stream of fire, harry dodging just in time.
"Great Scott, he can fly!" Bagman yelled "Are you watching this, Mr Krum?"
I gasped, slapping a hand to my mouth as Harry got hit in the shoulder by its tail.
"I can't watch this!" I squeaked before turning around so I was facing the opposite way, which was the front of Draco as he was stood behind me.
"So you're just going to stand like that the whole time?" Blaise asked
"Until its over, Yes"
"Stop being dramatic" Draco said
"I'm not, I just don't want to watch"
"Really? Because he's got the egg" Theo said
"Wait- really?!" I spun around, Harry had in fact managed to snatch the golden egg and was now lying up and around the stands. I instantly joined the crowd in screaming and applauding him, the guys...not so much.
"Look at that!" Bagman yelled "Will you look at that! Our youngest Champion is quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Potter!"
"C'mon, I wanna go find Charlie!" I grinned up at them before running out the stands.
"Keira!" Charlie called when he caught sight of me running towards him
"Charlie!" I squealed "Why didn't you tell me anything about this, you knew!" I glared at him after letting go of the hug
"I couldn't, it would ruin the surpri- who's your friends?" He asked, Pointing at the three boys, furrowing his eyebrows
"Oh, right yeah, well Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, Meet my brother Charlie" I introduced them
"Wait, you mean Malfoy and Nott, as in Malfoy and Notts boys?" He looked back at me, completely ignoring them "You know about their dads right, How they were close with-" He whispered to me
"Charlie, shut up! Leave it alone, yeah?" I hissed at him
"Where's your boyfriend then?" He looked around
"Guess you missed it, he broke up with me in October" I shrugged
"No, I meant Harry, I saw the paper" he wiggled his eyebrows at me
"He's not my boyfriend, That was just Bloody Rita Skeeter!" I said "Oh, there's Harry, Congrats, you were amazing!" I told him as the three of them walked up. I froze for the tiniest second remembering Draco, Blaise and Theo were still stood there, forgetting about them whilst talking to Charlie.
"Oh, thanks Keira!" He grinned
"Come on, let's go" I turned to say to the guys who looked more than happy to leave.
•
"This is Bloody ridiculous!" I cried at breakfast
"is she still complaining about the ball?" Draco huffed
"yep!" Theo said, running his hands through his hair
"I'd say we are on Seven since finding out" Blaise said
"I haven't got a dress, I don't have a date! I don't even know how to dance!" I whined
"Hey, Keira! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the ball with me?" A Ravenclaw boy in my year asked
"No! piss off will you, go bother someone else!" I barked at them
"Thats the third guy you've turned down just this morning" Theo said
"I thought girls were supposed to be into all this stuff" Blaise said to the other two.
"I dont know, she isn't much of a girl, is she" Draco replied
"Excuse me!?" I gasped harshly at him "Maybe it's because im panicking and worried, not because "im not much of a girl" you absolute arse!" I glared at him.
As soon as I had finished my sentence owls swarmed into the hall carrying parcels and letters, what surprised me was when a beautiful brown feathered barn owl dropped a brown paper parcel in front of me.
"whats that?" Theo asked
"I have no idea" I looked at it in confusion, before tearing the paper "Merlin!" I inhaled sharply
"I guess thats one of your problems sorted" Blaise shrugged.
"what is it?" Theo asked, leaning on the table to see better
"its a dress, but from who?" Draco asked staring at it in confusion, the same as the rest of us
"I have no idea" I said, covering the dress back up and slipping my bag on to go back to my dorm
"wait where are you going?" Blaise asked
"to go try it on" I said without looking up from the parcel and continuing out of the hall.
"But we have classes!" Theo called after me.
•
"Miss Weasley, how nice of you to finally join us" Snape sneered when I walked into the hall, Apparently it was mandatory to have dance and prep lessons for the ball.
"Thought I would make an appearance." I shrugged, before walking over to the guys that were in the corner, looking bored and annoyed.
"Not so fast, Weasley" Snape stopped.
I froze but not turning around just yet.
"You can help demonstrate how to dance" He said
"What?" I turned to face him "Sir, that won't be necessary, surely there is just a spell or something"
"Believe me, if this wasn't mandatory I wouldn't be here, over here, now, unless you want a detention"
I took in a deep breathe as I walked to the centre of the hall, I could already Hear Pansy and the other girls laughing and talking rubbish.
Dancing with Snape had to be the worst thing that I have ever had to go through in my entire life, It was embarrassing, humiliating, cringing, every time He spun us and described the move or whatever The guys would laugh and mock it, I hate them.
When he finally thought I had gone through enough he let me go to the guys, I ran Into Blaise's arms and whining into his shoulder about how horrendous it was as they tried to stifle their laughter.
"Pair up and practise with your partner" Snape ordered, Draco Blaise and Theo all looked at me as if I was supposed to pick one of them.
"Parkinson and Malfoy, Greengrass and Nott, Weasley and Bletchley, Goyle and Bullstrode, Davis and Zabini" Snape directed partners
"Sir, what about me?" Crabbe asked, it was weird hearing his voice.
"Sit this one out Mr Crabbe" He dismissed.
"Hi" I greeted Miles when we met, he placed his hand on my waist and I holding his hand and shoulder
"Hey, Keira, I was wondering, do you have a date to the ball?" He asked me
"Um, No I don't" I said honestly.
"Oh, I would've thought that one of your guys would take you"
"Wh- No! they're not my guys"I said, trying to laugh it off
"Hm, sorry for assuming, its just you're always with them so some people just assumed that you were with one of them" He shrugged.
"No, we are all just friends, if you could even say that". I said "what about you?"
"Oh, I'm going with Tracey, She's my girlfriend" he grinned. and glancing over to where Blaise and Tracey Davis were dancing.
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anywho, THE REQUEST 🫶🫶
i don’t mind what ever format you like to do, but can i have a thing with alberu where he’s looking at the reader and goes “oh shit, i am so in love with this person” and after he comes to that realisation he just notices more little things about the reader until he’s like, “(name), for as long as i lived, and for how much i cherish this empire, you are my closest aide and has gone through the most with me. so, not as a request from your superior or as your royal highness, but as alberu, would you continue to cherish these moments with me? for i love you truly, (name)”
JUST. HIM. REALISING HIS LOVE AND SWEETLY PROFESS HIS LOVE I CANNOT PLS
Omg omg omg okay let's gooooooo
(LIGHT NSFW WARNING)
- let's start talking about how he'd fall in love with reader.
- another writer has touched on this, but I also think he'd go for an arranged marriage as they've written 'the benefits of an Arranged marriage can't be glossed over'
- so yeah, reader is either a noble or princess and all (transmigrated or not)
- I think he'd try to start off being friends with you
- before the wedding and marriage in itself he wants you both to get to know each other, like? You're spending your lives together?? Might as well see what you're both getting on each end
- so he'd try to make some time in his schedule (I'd love to see him throw his work on Cale- literally, throw his papers in his face and say 'IM GOING A DATE, DO THE WORK')
- most likely would have tea with you, have walks in the garden
- starts off asking basic questions like your favourite colour and food (yes ik ik ik idc, he's asking them, he wants to know)
- he might invite you to play chess with him (yes I hc he plays chess- ugh imagine playing chess with him. After he fell in love with you he'd let you win just to see you smile (unless you're a chess champion and you win without him letting you, then count him surprised and horny))
- bounces ideas and theories off of you, he wants to know how your brain works and your thought process
- at the very start when you're still acquaintances he'd probably ask some questions to test your boundaries and see where you stand (like to see if some subjects make you tick, what you're okay talking about and all)
- he wants to know who you are as a person, not as the noble/royal facade you've put up
- in exchange he'll do the same
- he won't let you know he's a dark elf yet tho, that's like very very intimate territory and much further down the line
- so he'd share his own ideas, theories and interests
- I think you'd end up being friends in the beginning
- then you get married (I don't think you'd spend the first night yet)
- and then you meet his fucking brother
- I think you'd be so flabbergasted meeting Cale that you'd show it too evidently on your face, and Alberu would test the waters. Then you'd answer in some way, half bashing Cale and that's it.
- he's elated
- you're now BEST FRIENDS
- tea times complaining about Cale and the work you BOTH have to take care of
- which he's ever so thankful for, because he also now has you to help and has a tiny bit more free time
- I think he'd fall in love after you discover he's affiliated to the dark elves
- like you don't know HES one. You just know he has connections with them
- one of his fake elf guards made themselves known in their real form and BOOM. You're in his office
- why are you in his office? Your husband has been overworking himself for the millionth time that month, so you know what? You're going to knock him out and drag his ass to bed. How will you do that? You snuck into the kitchen and stole a pan. Now you're tiptoeing into his office, busting the door open and- OH MY GOD IS THAT A DARK ELF?
- I gotta say, mistah dark elf bodyguard would probably try to knock you out, but you've been training your reflexes to knock your husband out.
- so guess what?
- mistah bodyguard ends up knocked out into the floor whilst steam comes off the pan
- Alberu is gobsmacked
- like his mouth is open and he is SHOCKED
- a tiny little part of him is like 'wow, they have brains AND brawn, ugh I wish that were me on the floo-'
- he waves the thoughts off though, and pries the pan from your hands before more lasting damage can occur
- I mean he was gobsmacked, youre over here having a whole ass nervous breakdown because what the FUCK is a dark elf, the elves that have gone into HIDING FOR CENTURIES??? Doing here??
- honestly considering taking his necklace off and telling you the truth
- before you look at him, dead in his eyes and go ' you're allies with them'
- so he's just gone quiet whilst you're over here, marvelling over how your husband SOMEHOW managed to BEFRIEND, and ALLY himself to THE dark elves
- he's kinda shocked that you're not idk, thinking of reporting his bodyguard (who si still knocked out onto the floor)
- he asks you why you're not reporting the bodyguard to his father (ugh.)
- you say that it's unfair what's happening to them. What, because they use dead mana they're dangerous now? Who the fuck came up with that logic?
- he swoons. Does not show, but he swoons.
- he started falling in love right there, he just didn't show it and I don't think he acknowledges it until later on
- so you know, you guys brings the bodyguard back to his room/headquarters and then you both walk back to your room
- you shared that you were gonna knock him out with the pan to bring him to bed (since he wondered why you had it)
- he's never been more jealous of his bodyguard in his life
- anyways y'all go to bed
- he definitely wants to ask you again, if you're okay with him being allied to the dark elves (not even knowing your sexy ass husband is one) but he abstains cuz you'll get suspicious otherwise
- he waits until you fall asleep and just watches you, with this soft look in his eyes, and his heart just squeezes and he knows
- he is not an idiot, he knows on the spot what he's feeling and that it's all for you
- probably has an 'Ah. I'm in love with them' realisation
- definitely makes more time in his schedule for you
- and tries courting you properly
- he's putting himself out there
- gets you flowers, presents, whatever you want.
- you want jewellery? He's called up the best jewellers in the empire, they're coming over soon. You want to have a look at new weapons for your weapon training? He's sneaking out with you in town to have a look at some. It's a date. (He's buying you skewers and trying out new foods too. Is watching you and only you the whole time. Definition of heart eyes.)
- he complimented you before he fell in love, but then his compliments like, tentupled?? Is that a word?? Autocorrect says it's not. (X10 basically)
- you 👏 are 👏 always 👏 getting 👏 complimented 👏
- in the morning when you wake up? Your hair looks marvellous, he loves the way the sun catches its reflections. When you come see him for a break? Gosh, those trousers/dress suit you so well. He should call another dresser to make some more for you. Having dinner? He won't say it, but he loves how you eat (yes, he loves how you eat. Idk what you use to eat, he loves how you enjoy your food and your content face.)
- literally, he loves everything about you
- it doesn't even matter what emotion you're feeling
- you're angry? Will try his best to help you (Horny activated if you get mad at some horrid noble). You're sad? He will always always be there for you and make time for you. Want a hug? His arms are already open and he's ushering you into his lap. Not a hugger but need a shoulder? Available for Any talk. He'll always be on your side.
- I don't see him confessing just yet
- he's in love, but he's been living in the palace so that's given him trust issues
- also he's a dark elf so that makes his trust issues go ⬆️
- you'd get curious about his necklace sooner rather than later.
- all the months you guys have been sleeping together he's never taken it off
- you've seen him go take a BATH with it
- (yes? You watch your husband like a hawk? And? He notices when you go to take a bath too?? He loves how you look when you're all warm and refreshed, ready for bed.)
- so yeah, subject would come up, and he'd share it's from his mom
- you tell him he can talk about it if he wants
- he does. He talks about his mom, how much he loves and misses her. How he knows she would've loved you so much and would've loved to meet you. How hard it was in the palace for them and how life was for him after
- you'd both be in a pretty private area and you'd have moved your hand to hold his (if ur ok with touch, if not, you're intently listening to him).
- at that point he says he wants to share something personal
- you say go for it
- he takes his necklace off
- *wink club transformation msuic*
- here is your sexy dark elf husband
- now. I gotta say. I think we all thirst for dark elf Alberu. I know for sure my first thought would be a horny one and I know reader would also have a thirsty thought
- probably let's it slip that you find him really HOT AND SEXY
- hand on mouth with gasp (not him ;;;)
- he did not expect that
- he expected either a freak out, rejection or acceptance
- not sudden horny
- gobsmacked 2.0
- recovers pretty quickly, he's definitely teasing you after but right now he just wants to make sure you're okay with this
- you're okay with him? Even like this?
- youre tutting at him at this point. What the fuck do you mean, this? Yeah I'm okay with you being sexy, man.
- no but seriously you say this changes nothing and he's still your Alberu (ahem ahem emphasis on YOUR, he blushes but you can't see due to his darker skin)
- gets up from his seat (y'all were sitting at a table) and rounds the table.
- takes your face in his hand and looks ta you with that look
- that look. When you're in love and you look at somebody like they're your world
- yeah, he's looking at you like that.
- he's leaning in closer and right RIGHT close to your lips he asks if you're okay with this (little breathy question, god you can feel him)
- you don't even wait
- just immediately take his face and kiss him
- he's brain fucked
- he's so happy, gives the kiss his all
- sits on the table and you climb on his lap and straddle him soon after
- you're both holding each others faces
- rly passionate honestly
- and then confession
- he confesses between kisses
- now you over here are absolutely breathless. Not breath left in these lungs. He's taken all your oxygen and he's confessing his undying love for you
- the moment you reciprocate hes grabbing your waist and leaning you slightly forward and kissing you even more fervently
- he's so happy
- (this definitely leads to hickeys, though he had to loosen your dress/shirt to give them, gosh you're both completely messed up by the end)
- I wouldn't be surprised if you guys had your first time right there and then
- If you don't want to, he'll immediately stop, he's absolutely fine not doing anything. He's still miss you up your neck and your face though. Very attached to you for the next few weeks
- if you do end up banging, you're doing it on the floor as the table is too uncomfortable
- takes very good care of you, goes slow and is very respectful (even if his control is slipping, like sweets, the moment he's in you? That control is an elephant on a thread)
- aftercare king
- runs you a bath, asks for some food to be cooked and water to be brought over
- will massage you if you want
- wether you have sex or not, you both fall asleep cuddling (unless you don't like that) and he's completely shoved his face into your neck
- he's in his dark elf form the whole time btw
Haha there it is
My keyboard is glitching so I'm stopping now
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Okay I'm getting Sylvanas-ed out so I'll stop on page 150 for now. Liveblogging it definitely made it more tolerable 💀 From my initial, cursory glance over the book I believe she gets turned into a banshee around page 180. And idk when the BfA or SL stuff is, but I'll only be reading some of the BfA stuff and completely skipping SL, since that's when my AU diverges.
And the interludes -- which I think are in The Maw -- piss me off. From what little of them I read, I think the premise of this book is that Sylvanas is recounting her life story to Anduin (which is fucking hilarious to me on its own). Anyway, they piss me off because at one point Anduin is like "you claim to champion justice and personal freedom yet you committed genocide" and Sylvanas' internal monologue is just "Ah, yes, of course he would mention that. I knew he would. Foolish man. I am playing 6D chess right now" like ????????? no fuck you. Why are you telling this human man you barely know about that one time you forgot your brother's birthday.
And this didn't need to be an in-universe retelling of her life, it would've been just fine as a plain biography. Adding that extra layer means I'm constantly a little distracted thinking "is she really describing how she started falling in love with nathanos to him????" Did Anduin ask for this, or did she just start doing this unprompted? I don't know and I can't be bothered to read the interludes to find out.
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Hello 😊 Could you ask how Earl Percy feels about his love life? Everyone seems to have company, his sisters and younger brother have their own families, but he seems to be waiting for the right person.
I sincerely thank you for this question. In the last few days I've had a fae trap in my room and I was genuinely curious about this visit. And now I know.
So let me first speak a bit about the wnergy that your question carries. It is pure elemental magic. And I can feel the whimsical energy of playful, funny and knowing what he's doing but will not tell you about it.
Earl Percy loves the richness of his life. He loves and enjoys it like a little child would enjoy an endless supply of toys and play. The enerfy is off the roof with playfulness and genuine divine magic.
See, all those manifestation channels, talking about being in the vibe and the right frequency - they should learn from Earl Percy's lovr helpers. Cause he has an entire army of those little invisible for the naked eye magical creatures that want to show him how to have a good time and attract with charm and whit everything that he desires.
Earl Percy is standing a bit too much on his head. Trying to make it right with the Justice card. With the moon reversed - love is closer than he thinks, 6 of wands - and it's someone he can be proud to be with, and with the 9 of wands reversed - no more waiting.
There's e types of benevolent energy that surrounds him - one is the faes. They are very sweet, very aethereal. The invitationis to go to small old towns and villages and allow himself to be lost. But lost at the center of the town. Maybe sit there and watch what is surrounding him. Strike up a conversation with a stranger or two.
The second place he can spend some time in is - vinyards. The type of countryside that is - I'm sorry to say it - still shooting on birds.
The idea is not to find someone but to lose himself. See, divine magic, especially with the help of those playful whimsical elementals, is ro get lost. In a forest trail, in a pub, in an old town, among the fields of vines or flowers. When losing yourself you get off the matrix that you've been part of and you change the game and what wasn't possible before becomes an easy manifestation.
I am a dummy at chess but there was this guy - a world champion. He was playing against another world champion. Both knew the style of playing of the opponent and it was expected that the other other world champion will win. But the first championstarted playing dumb moves. Started unlearning everything he knew about chess to the point where his mind went blank, he went with the flow - played as if he is just jocking and he is just seeing a chess board for the first time. And in the end he won.
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hullo! do you have any good ron centric fic recommendations? they could be ship or gen i don't have a preference, I'm just in need of good ron centric stuff :3
Hello anon,
okay, since you're not picky with pairings, I'll recommend a little bit of everything. Oh, and there are also WIPs among them. If we don't read and support ongoing stories, how would we ever get new content?
This became a longer post than I thought, so I put the recs under the readmore line (I really hate long posts showing up in my time line).
And dear anon and everyone else who'll read these stories, please please take a minute to leave a comment. No matter how old the stories are, no matter how many comments & kudos the fic already has, it always means something for the author and also for other readers. All this content might be free, but it's still good to get something back. Writing is hard work. And the more you support the writers who write your fav characters, the more content you'll get.
I'll start with the Gen Fics, then Romione, then Rarry, then Other Pairings.
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GEN (there might be pairings, but they're not the focus)
Harry Potter and the Lack of Lamb Sauce by @imagitory
Inspired by a post on Tumblr, this is a AU story set during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, with one big, foul-mouthed difference. Instead of Horace Slughorn, the position of Potions professor will be taken on by...Gordon Ramsay.
While the summary doesn't indicate it, this story is actually very very Ron-centric.
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Pendragon: The House of Pendragon by @chuchiotaku
An unsung hero haunted by the loss of his brother's love. An overshadowed youth abandoned by everyone he ever loved. Why the enigmatic Lady of the Lake chose these two as her new champions against the growing threat of the Dark Lord--or why she chose now, of all times, to do so--is beyond anyone's rhyme and reason.
But the Lady does what she wants. All Ron Weasley and Regulus Black can do is hold on for the ride.
Very promising! I'm looking forward to the next part.
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Tugging Sleeves by @windschildfanfictionwriter
Ron struggles with what to do when he realizes that there can only be terrible reasons for why Harry isn’t responding to his letters. Little does he know that Ron’s distress is just as worrying for his family.
This is adorable, angsty and just beautiful. I also recommend everything else by that author, but all of their stuff is over on FFN. My favs are The Boogeyman (read the A/N at the beginning!) and Spitfire.
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Pawn to C3 by Realmer06
Teaching Lily chess started as a way to keep her occupied and out of everyone’s hair. It grew into much more than that.
This is a really great story about Ron and Lily Luna. A sweet family story.
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How to Succeed in Dark Wizardry (Without Really Trying) by technically_direct
Ron maybe accidentally-on-purpose becomes a dark wizard, and everything changes.
This is so so funny. I'm looking forward to the next chapter. I cracked up several times while reading this.
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ROMIONE
Kiss Each Other Clean by @constitutionalweasleymonarchy
The war is over and all Hermione wants is to wash it all off of her.
A chaste Romione shower scene where the important bits stay covered up but everything else is stripped away.
Low key my fav take on their second kiss. And you know what else is amazing? This author is not just brilliant at writing angsty/fluffy goodness, she's also my fav weiter when it comes to comedy. So, also check out A Counterpoint to Working Lunches and Hardboiled.
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Tarnished Gold by ephemeral_ashes
For so much of her life he had felt like home to her, a steady place to rest when the world seemed to be spiralling out of control. So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise that she’d ended up here, tonight of all nights. Inspired by Nothing New (Taylor's Version)
An absolute gem if you ask me.
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First Pick by writergirl8
For Rose Weasley, her father will always be her first pick.
I could talk about this fic all day long. It's mainly about Rose & Ron's relationship but it has the absolute sweetest Romione moments.
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Meraki by @remedialpotions
(v.) To do something with soul, creativity or love; to put something of yourself into your work.
In which Ron finds his calling.
Beautifully written, lovely, and overall just so wholesome. I love this story.
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When Fate Decides by @azaleablueme
Ron returns years later to the only woman he has ever loved- the one whose heart he ruthlessly broke before leaving. But who said the path to redemption was ever easy? Fate sometimes has crazy ways of bringing people together. A journey of a man to find his lost love through the twirling pathways riddled with lust, jealousy, heartbreak and often hopelessness.
Hello, it's me again, the broken record. Read. This. Story. Do yourself a favor and don't ditch this story because of the Dramione pairing at the start. It's fantastic and you're missing out big time if you don't give it a go.
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Everything Has Changed by @accio-writes
When single dad Ron gets paired with new teacher Miss Granger sparks fly in more than one way. Can the pair work together to deliver a successful stall for the end of term summer fete? Or will other things get in the way?
I love everything by accio but single dad Ron just hits different, you know?
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Fraternizing With The Enemy by @adenei
Join a sorority, they said. It’ll be fun! You’ll make so many lifelong friends and have more connections to the professional world than you could ever imagine. ...but what will happen when Hermione meets the mysterious man of her dreams who just so happens to be in the rival fraternity? The one they've been feuding with for fifty years? American College Muggle AU! Inspired by the Shakespearean classic, Romeo and Juliet.
A Muggle AU that I absolutely adore!
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The For And Against List by PinkyBrown
Hermione tries to talk herself out of liking a particular idiot boy the way teenage girls have been doing since time immemorial: she makes a For & Against List. All the reasons we love Ron Weasley in handy list form!
Definitely a Romione classic along all her other stories. Great writer who'll make you laugh and cry (Faultlines is infamous for that).
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A Day in the Life by KatieBell70
'All was well…' And it was, really. Only, some days…it wasn't. Ron Weasley's life has become so bogged down with details that sometimes he has trouble seeing the bigger picture. Post-Final Battle, Pre-Epilogue, Ron as a dad and husband.
One of my favorite one-shots. I have reread this story many times. Check out her other works as well.
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7 Years, 6 Months, 4 Days by @trademarkblue
Hermione tries to cope with life after Ron's death, but what if all she thought she knew about what happened to him so many years ago was a lie.
So good!! Also a Romione classic. So much angst but also so much smut and all the feels. Check out her other works as well!
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RARRY
With You by SailorX1
"Then he kissed him. Nothing fancy. Just… kissed him."
Sometimes, the things that seem the most complicated are actually quite simple. Harry and Ron were never known for choosing the simple route though.
I adore this story okay? It's about mutual pining, coming out, finding yourself, love, friendship, and all the important moments between Harry and Ron. It's a fucking MASTERPIECE! And if you're not keen on starting WIPs, read it anyway. Because you can read it as it is. No cliffhangers or anything.
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Two Households, Both Alike In Dignity by mad_martha
That very first day on the Hogwarts Express, Harry shook Draco Malfoy's hand and became a Slytherin. Ron has hated him ever since. But Harry doesn't hate Ron ...
Read the whole series. Rarry starts with this story but it continues on. It's actually very Harry centric, but Harry's attention mainly goes to Ron here, so...it counts as Ron-centric imo. We also get some Ron POVs.
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Please Don't Flirt With The Healers by BleepBloopBotz
Young hotshot Auror Harry has landed himself in St.Mungo's. Again. Luckily, he's not too bothered by it. The fact the bloke he's been eyeing for a while is the one looking after him definitely helps matters.
Do yourself a favor and read everything by that author. I love their stories and I read them as soon as I get the notification about a new Romione or Rarry story from them.
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Four Gallons of Oblivious by @cassiaratheslytherpuff
Ron is head over heels in love with his best mate, but it’s going to take more than a horrendous orange sofa, painted pornography, and opening a shop together for him to let Harry know.
You'll absolutely love this story if you're into mutual pining, idiots in love, great witty dialogue, heart melting love confessions and crazy good smut.
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Something They Can Barely See by @firethesound
Harry has no idea how to tell his best friend he wants more that friendship. He’s pretty sure this would be hell of a lot easier if he knew for sure how Ron felt about him.
Very beautiful story. Probably one of the first Rarry stories I read.
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Prelude and Fugue by shes_gone
It took over an hour, from the time Harry arrived at work, for him to realise just how different today actually was.
I love this and all other stories of that author so much. One of the best writers out there imo. And the smut is 🔥.
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Sun-Kissed by @static-abyss
Harry notices the freckles the first time they meet, the light dusting across Ron's face as he stands there in his maroon knitted jumper with the yellow R in the centre. If Harry didn't know any better, he'd swear he could trace the tendrils of a lightning bolt from Ron's nose down to his cheek. Something warm settles in Harry's chest at the knowledge that, perhaps, Ron carries a piece of Harry, no matter how unknowingly. It's proof of a connection between them, the first real tangible relationship Harry's ever had that is good and whole and wanted.
Or how Harry falls in love with every one of Ron's freckles long before he realises he's in love with his best friend.
I love all of this author's stories. I aspire to reach this level of talent one day. Check out the other fics as well. Absolute jewels.
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i was on fire (for you) by @livingincolorsagain
“You’re leaving?”
A sigh, heavy and tired, then Ron turned to him, already fully clothed. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Harry pushed himself up from where he was sitting on the floor, still only in his boxers, disturbing Pig, who was sleeping against him. Though Pig didn’t seem too bothered, simply stretching before going over to Ron.
Fluff fluff fluff and angst and fluff. Also check out all their other stories!!
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a mother's love by @playitaagain
Molly stumbles upon her boys sharing a bed after a long day of training.
This is a whole series and it's one of the sweetest things I have ever read. Also check out their other stories. All amazing.
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Treacle Treat by @orange-peony
Fred's funeral turns out to be quite lovely, Harry thinks, in spite of how heartbroken they all feel. Everyone says something nice or funny about Fred, trying to remember the good moments. Harry can’t get the words out, but Ron is by his side, the back of his hand pressed against Harry’s, his eyebrows scrunched up as he sobs quietly.
“Stay,” Ron whispers after dinner, when everyone gets ready for bed, pale faces looking empty and wiped out. “Don’t go back to Grimmauld Place. Stay here, Harry. Please…”
Harry nods, then follows Ron upstairs, to the room where they’ve spent countless summer evenings, chatting in bed with a laugh and a cheeky grin on their faces.
They lie in the dark in silence this time, and Harry feels so cold.
Oh, the angst. You'll get a truck load of angst with this but also so much Rarry-goodness. Great story written by a talented author.
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A Dark Companion by @fivenamereveals
When Sirius escaped Azkaban, he had planned on hunting down the traitor, Peter Pettigrew, and then have Harry live with him-if Harry wanted to. He had not foreseen becoming Harry's confidant. And he especially hadn't foreseen some of the things he shared!
This is such a cute concept. I really like every new chapter. It's so lovely.
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misconceptions by @ballerinaroy (Ron/Harry/Hermione)
What should have been a normal Thursday night at the pub turns into a conversation that Seamus doesn't know how to have.
This is the start of the together or not at all series. Loved reading the whole series. The dynamic between the three is amazing.
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Finding Home by RogueWhimsy (Ron/Draco)
The war ends and Ronald Weasley disappears. He returns a different man. This is a story of change, willing and unwilling, and of falling in love despite knowing better.
I really really love this story. I can't wait for an update but I love what's already there. I want to marry this Ron right away.
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Nothing Ever Lasts Forever by hull1984 (Ron/Draco)
Ron and Harry meet during their exchange year at an American University. Ron isn't having much fun until he meets Viktor at a party. Things pretty much go down hill from there.
It's a Ron/Draco story but the real star of this fic is the Rarry friendship and the first star comedy.
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Inevitably Everything by CheekyTorah (Ron/Draco)
Ron didn’t need help finding a date.
This is a really sweet and well-written story.
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Bishop to E-5 by harryoof (Ron/Draco)
Ron Weasley feels insignificant. Draco Malfoy is irritated that it's not because of him.
This is so interesting so far and I'm looking forward to read more.
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While You Were Sleeping by keeperofthemoon (Ron/Draco)
No, no, it was because if Ron didn’t manage to speak then Draco would find out from the Daily Prophet that Ron had died in a back alley after being hit by a curse from a Death Eater. If Ron didn’t somehow tell Harry the truth now, Draco would never know how he truly felt. Because Draco had made Ron swear to not tell his loved ones they were dating—not yet, not until Draco was ready. And Ron had agreed. But now, as he lay dying on a sidewalk in some random Muggle town, Ron rather wished he would’ve broken that particular promise.
When Ron doesn't return home from a mission as expected, Draco has to swallow his pride and figure out what happened to him.
This is a angsty and fluffy story. Very very sweet.
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Red by @kedavranox (Ron/Teddy)
Teddy is a rockstar; Ron is his muse. (Or a love story fueled by drugs, sex & rockn'roll—but mostly plain old awkward and embarrassing young love.)
A great story! I'm not sure if I ever read a story where the tension, longing and built-up had been so well done. Oh, and Teddy is 21 in this. So, no underage and no grooming or something.
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Apples & Buttercups by @xgardensinspace (Ron/Neville)
Ron works at the city's art museum, and one day before going to work he finds a brunette sitting on his sofa; talking to his brother, Bill, about work in the family's business. What blooms between the two of them remains amongst the trees and apples of the orchard.
Not just a cute story but also some super adorable art work.
#anon ask#ask#nelli answers#ron weasley#rarry#romione#dron#ron x neville#ron x teddy#ron weasley fanfic#hp#hp fanfic#harry potter#hp fic recs
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“I know what it’s like...”
pairing: george weasley x reader
requested: no
word count: 4.3k
warnings: depression, mentions of anxiety, mentions of no appetite, kinda angsty, maybe kinda really fluffy at the end??
A/N: I really hope this doesn’t suck. I really hate to admit it, but I’ve been having so many insecurities in my writing lately. First I didn’t have the time, then I didn’t have the energy, & now it’s a lack of inspiration and just total self-criticization of my work. I don’t think this is the absolute worst thing I’ve written - it’s kinda cute at the end - but it’s also not my favourite. Maybe you could let me know your thought on it?? please? Anyways, hopefully you like it! Xx
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You're such a disappointment. No one likes you. What are you even doing here? They're all pretending to li-
"y/n? You listening?" hermione asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.
"Hmm? yeah. You were saying?"
She frowns slightly, her brows furrowing in thought, but decides to continue on with her story. Something she had read recently that could supposedly help Harry in his latest ordeal. In all honesty, you had no idea what everyone was talking about anymore.
You were currently sat on the couch in the common room in, hermione and ginny on either side of you. You're legs are drawn right up into your chest as your arms are wrapped around them. Normally you'd be happy here, but today you'd much rather be hidden away somewhere all by yourself. Maybe the library? Or in one of the less travelled hallways?
"Y/n!"
"What?!"
"Grouchy are we?" fred snickers, getting a side-eyed glare from you, and george though that was unknown to you, as he and George sat on the floor in front of all of you.
"What do you think?" Ron asks when you finally turn your attention back to the group.
"Think about what?"
There's a moment when they all look at you, whether it be amazement or annoyance that you haven't heard a word of the conversation. However, there were definitely some looks of concern in there that you pay no attention to, particularly george's.
He was always able to tell when you were upset, even though you really didn't want him to worry about you. You felt silly being in such a mood with no particular cause. There was really nothing he could do for you this time, so you thought the longer you could keep him from worrying, the better.
"What do you think we should do to get past the dog?" ron asks.
"Uh, I don't know. Have you tried giving it a treat? Dogs like treats, yeah?"
He scoffs at you while hermione frowns, knowing something isn't quite right with you, but she doesn't want you to feel like she's pushing.
"I think I'm going to lie down for a bit. I'm quite tired all a sudden." You sigh, pushing yourself up from the couch. You bid your friends a goodbye before disappearing up the stairs to your dorm, missing the way a few pairs of eyes follow after you in concern.
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"Morning, y/n." hermione greets as you sit down with them a few days later for breakfast.
You can't help but relish in the sound of the mostly empty dining hall. You've always enjoyed the peacefulness of the hall in the early mornings of the weekend. Most students preferred to sleep in and you were not going to complain one bit.
Too much noise has been getting on your nerves quite easily lately. You try your best to be polite about it, but you often end up feeling like a bitch for just getting annoyed. You don't even have to say anything and you feel bad.
"Morning, 'mione. Any plans for today?"
"Just to do a little studying. You?"
"I don't know yet. I haven't quite decided."
She nods, watching you as you make yourself a plate of food, noticing how you don't serve yourself much. While you're distracted, she notices just how tired you seem. Not in the way in which you'd carry dark circles under your eyes, but more so in the way in which you unconsciously fold in upon yourself as the weight of holding yourself up is too much.
"Are you feeling alright, y/n?" she asks after a moment to which you nod, sending her a small, yet unconvincing, smile.
"Of course, hermione. Just a bit tired. Must be the stress of assignments and tests and what not."
"Of course." she nods.
"It's all very stressful, but...just take care of yourself. Okay? I'm always here to help you with anything."
You smile and nod, appreciative of your amazing friend, but you know you won't be talking to her about any of it. Not for awhile at least. Your mind won't let you talk to anyone.
You're pathetic. Such a sad bitch. They don't care. You're unwanted. No one likes you. No one cares for you. You're only doing it for attention. You have no reason to be sad. You're just annoying them. Apologize. Apologize. Apolo-
"Woah, y/n. Where are you going?" George asks, chuckling as he holds you in front of him, having nearly bumped into him.
"Trying to trample us, love?" fred chuckles, standing beside the two of you.
You smile, a small blush rising to your cheeks as you didn't mean to not be paying attention...it's just been real easy to get distracted by your thoughts lately.
"Y/n?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, George. I-I think I'll be heading to my dorm. I'm kinda tired." You say, hoping to merlin that he buys your excuse.
You and George have been good friends, arguably best friends, since your first year at hogwarts when he and Fred were in their second year. You had somehow managed to share a train compartment with the two of them, and eventually started talking to them, quickly becoming friends with them.
You hadn't planned on talking to either of them. They were older, and dare you say attractive. You didn't think you had any chance at being friends with them. There was no way that you, a measly first year, was cool enough to be friends with these two, redheaded older students.
It wasn't until George had asked if you were alright, having picked up on your nervousness, that you actually started talking to them. Since then, you and him have been real good friends. He could tell when you were upset or anxious, and he could always cheer you up or calm you down - whatever the situation called for. He was the best at making you laugh and smile, and he was the person you could always get a hug from at the end of a long day.
He frowns, taking notice of how distracted you seem even when giving him your attention. He's seen you upset and anxious before, but this is something entirely different.
"Hey, Freddie. You go on, I'll meet up with you later."
"You sure?"
George nods, motioning for his brother to go on ahead. Fred nods and smiles, winking at his twin. Fred knows how dear you are to his brother, he's often tried to get george to just tell you how much you mean to him, but he is stubborn if not anything else.
"Why don't you come along with me, yeah?" George suggests, his arm instinctively resting around your shoulders as you two walk together.
"Where are we going?" you ask after a moment.
"You’ll see."
You frown, sighing but nodding as he leads the way to whatever destination he has in mind, his arm never leaving your shoulders.
~.~
"And I believe that's checkmate, Harry." you can hear ron say as he wins yet another round of wizard chess.
You've been laying on the couch, curled up with George for about an hour now after spending a couple hours secluded in the astronomy tower together. He didn’t bother you for any answers, just asked if you were okay and let you be when you told him you were fine. He just let you sit there and stare out att he grounds, holding you when you’d let him. It did feel nice being held by someone, but you still felt like you were being a bother.
"Are you ever going to beat me? Honestly, Harry, I've beaten you how many times now?"
"Hey, george? Will you play a game?" ron asks as Harry takes a seat on the other side of the couch from you two.
"Not right now, little brother. Maybe later."
"What about you, Y/N? Think you can beat the champion?" he asks.
You close your eyes, letting out a deep breath. For whatever reason, Ron's gloating was getting on your nerves. He always did this, so you should be used to it by now, right?
"Y/N?"
"I think it'd be better if I didn't play right now."
"How come? Afraid of losing?"
"Ron." george warns, feeling your body tensing the longer he continues talking.
"What? I don't think any of you have ever really beaten me on a good day. Only when I've been distracted."
"We get it, Ron. You're the absolute best at wizard chess. Maybe you should join a tournament for it?" You quip, a bit of sarcasm and bite laced through your words.
"What's wrong with your girlfriend, george?"
You can feel your frustration starting to boil and you're trying your absolute best to keep it under control. the last thing you need to do is snap at one of your friends, who is also your best friend's brother.
Ron and Fred have always teased you and George for being so close. It was annoying, sure, but you had gotten to the point where you could just ignore it. You wouldn’t mind dating george, in fact you often thought of asking him, but you figured it’d be safer to just stay friends. Neither of you really seemed to mind it, anyways. So why did it bother you so much having him joke about it?
"We're not dating, ron."
"Is that why she's upset?"
"Ron, why don't you try shutting your mouth for a bit? You know that george and I are friends. Have been for years. It’s not going to change anytime soon." You quip.
You can feel george starting to rub your arms, attempting to calm you down, but it's not really doing much today.
"You're being kind of rude today, y/n."
"well you're being kind of annoying."
"you're never this mean." he pouts.
"So sorry to disappoint you, ronald. Do you think you could manage being happy every single second of the day? Do you think you could manage being the one everyone turns to when they're upset?"
"But you always tell us to come to you!"
"Yeah, I do. You know why, Ron?”
“I figured it’s because you're just really kind and caring.”
“Partly. Mainly it’s because I know what it's like to be upset and feel like there's no one there to listen or to care. I know what it's like to feel like you have to push through the day feeling like utter dragon shit. I know what it's like to feel completely numb and alone even when surrounded by friends, and I don't want anyone else to feel like that."
"It's bloody hell, ron. Not that you could imagine, you know, being mr. wizard chess champion and all." you huff, pushing yourself up from the couch and out of George's arms before you're storming over to the stairs for your dorm.
"Way to go, ron. Can you really not read the room?" george sighs, getting up to go after you.
~.~
"Y/n?" you hear george call as he knocks on your door, opening it up slightly.
You knew he would come after you, but you had really hoped he wouldn't. You didn't want him feeling bad for you. You were a big girl. You could handle yourself. You also didn’t want him to yell at you for snapping at Ron. You already felt guilty enough.
"I'd like to be alone, george."
"I don't think you do. You just don't want to bother any of us."
You sigh, not bothering to respond to him as he shuts your door and makes his way over to your bed. He slips off his shoes and crawls into the bed beside you, gently pulling you into him.
He slowly starts rubbing your arms as you’re curled up against his chest, his scent of vanilla, bonfire, and rain filling your senses. You can’t help but feel yourself relax in his arms. Carefully you turn over on your other side so your face is buried into his chest, his scent only stronger in this position.
"Why do you think you need to handle everything yourself?" He quietly asks after a few moments, his fingers gently running through the strands of your hair.
“Because I’ve always had to.”
“You don’t need to anymore, though, darling. I hope you know that.”
“Don’t I?”
“No. You have all of us here for you now. Hermione, Harry, Ginny. Ron and Fred even though they both can be a git at times. But you’ve got me, always.”
You smile lightly, keeping your head buried in his chest. Sure you’ve found him attractive since the very first time you laid eyes on you, but you never planned on falling for him. He didn’t need to know just how happy his words made you.
“You’re sure I won’t be bothering you if I do?”
“Y/n, I would rather you feel like you’re bothering me 24/7, even though you never could, than feel as if you’re alone."
“Why don’t you tell me what’s been going through you’re head this last week?” He suggests, his one arm sliding down to your waist to pull you into an even tighter hug, his other hand still playing with your hair.
You sigh, trying to figure out how to even start. There’s nothing that’s really been wrong...just your mind. You can’t focus, your thoughts are becoming more and more negative, you’re just tired all the time, you have no energy, and you’re just...numb. You’re not happy, but you’re not really sad either.
"Y/n, darling?"
"I don't know where to start, george. Nothing is wrong, I'm just...not happy."
"That seems like a good enough place to start to me. So you're just not happy. It happens. What else have you been feeling?"
"I'm just so tired, georgie. I honestly don't ever want to leave my bed. I just want to stay wrapped up in blankets, not doing a single thing. But I should be doing something. I'm pathetic if I stay in bed all day not doing anything. I mean, I'm pathetic now, not really doing anything I need to be-"
The rest of your words are mumbled as george clamps a hand across your mouth after pulling you back from his chest to see you. You look at him with large, pouty eyes. His own eyes stern and staring at you, his brows drawn in a frown.
"Don't you say that. You are not, and never will be, pathetic."
"But George-"
"No."
You frown, not liking that you've upset him. You're not sure why he's upset though, you're only stating the truth.
You're a pathetic, sad bitch who is only faking her feelings for attention. Why would he want to be friends with you? Why would you think he'd ever see you as more than a friend. You're beyond lucky to have him consider you a friend.
"Stop putting yourself down. You wouldn't do that to anyone else now, would you?"
You shake your head, eyes dropping contact with his.
"Hey," he say, lifting your chin back up so he can look into your eyes. He needs to know that you're hearing him and understanding.
"If you wouldn't ever put someone else down, why do you do it to yourself?"
"I-I don't know. I deserve it."
"No. Nuh-uh. You're one of the most wonderful people I've ever met. So you're not having a good week with your mind, that does not mean you deserve the criticism you're giving yourself."
"Tell me one thing you like about yourself. Anything." he states, pushing some hair out of your face.
You frown, not sure why he's asking that of you. There's nothing you can think of that you like about yourself. Not right now at least.
"George, why?"
"Just tell me one thing. What is one thing you like about yourself?"
"I don't know. I guess I like my hair?"
"Yeah? What do you like about it?"
"I like the length of it? The colour is nice at times. I think it's usually pretty soft." You shrug, you're not really sure why george is having you do this.
You watch as george smiles, nodding at you in approval. He knows how hard you get on yourself when you're stressed or upset, he can only imagine how judgmental you are of yourself while depressed. He's learned that getting you to say some things you like about yourself disrupts the cycle of judgement and criticism you fall into.
"Anything else you like about yourself?"
"I guess I'm a nice person at times. I'm almost always there to cheer people up."
"Good. You want to know what I like about you?"
He chuckles, sending you a full smile as you furrow your brows in confusion. He's always found you adorable, pretty much since he first saw you on the train, but his favourite look of yours was your look of confusion. The way your brows furrowed, your bottom lip pouts out just the tiniest bit, and the way you always cock your head to the side no matter how minute the tilt.
"I like a lot about you, darling. There's a reason we've been friends for so long now." he chuckles.
"I like you're hair, too. I love the colour of it and how it compliments your skin tone perfectly. I love how soft and silky it is. I honestly have no idea how you get it so soft, but it's the most wonderful thing to play with. The feeling of it sliding between my fingers is just magical."
You can't help the blush that rises to your cheeks. You try to bury your face into his chest again, but he just chuckles and brings his face closer to yours, his forehead resting against yours so you're looking at each other eye to eye.
"I really like how kind and compassionate you are to everyone unless there's a reason to be otherwise. I can't tell you how many times I've seen you drop your own commitments just so you can listen to some random classmate who's having a bad day. And they always leave you so much happier. I swear to merlin, you must be gifted in cheering people up."
"But I also really like how fierce you get when someone pushes you past your limits or does something disrespectful. Remember that time in your third year when you sent malfoy running scared after picking on some poor first year? I vowed to never get on your bad side that day because I never wanted to be on the receiving end of that."
You can't help the small chuckle that leaves your lips as he tells you this, his own chuckle tumbling from his chest.
"I can be a bit, hot-headed sometimes, can't i?" You smile, looking up at him.
"I think you get more than just 'hot-headed,' love. I'm pretty sure you could've done anything you wanted to malfoy that day and not one of us watching would have said a single thing about it."
"You were somehow so collected, yet extraordinarily ferocious. No one in their right mind would dare go up against you because you have the heat, the words, the maturity. You scared me worse than my own mother, y/n."
"Well I don't want to be scary!" You giggle.
"That's the thing though! Normally you're not scary, darling. You're like this soft little cupcake; just so sweet and comforting. But then you go and do that. And it's just-It's terrifying because you don't often get angry like that. So when you do get like that, we can tell you mean business." He chuckles, a large smile on his face as he sees you smiling now.
"You know what else I like?"
"What else do you like about me, weasley?" you smile.
"I mean, there's a lot of things I like about you. But I really like how hard you try to be there for everyone, no matter what you may be going through. I think you could be on your deathbed and would still try to make someone else feel better."
You chuckle and shake your head, trying to hide the smile that threatens to overtake your face.
"That kind of goodness takes dedication. It takes a conscious choice to do that day in and day out. And yet you do so without even being asked. You just, you take care of people and I think that's what I like the most about you." he sighs, pushing away the hair that's fallen in front of your face again.
"You're always taking care of everyone else. It's time you let someone else take care of you."
"And who would that be, george? I've always ended up being disappointed by those I let take care of me."
He frowns, watching you for a moment as you watch him. How you would love to be taken care of and feel completely safe for once. How you would love to not feel like you're walking on eggshells or feel like you're being overshadowed by something more important.
"Me."
"You? Georgie, I know we've been friends for awhile, but I seriously doubt you'd want to take care of me. I mean, with how messy my emotions, my mind, gets at times. You don't want to take care of that, do you?"
"Y/n. Stop criticizing yourself for just one minute. I've wanted nothing more than to take care of and protect you since we first met. do you remember what the first thing I ever said to you was?"
You nod, sighing as you remember your very first train ride to hogwarts. You had sat in a compartment all by yourself, already anxious to start at hogwarts as you were muggleborn and knew nothing of magic except from the letter you had received. Your parents were divorced, so you hadn't even had the support of both of them, if you had support from either of them at all.
Regardless, you were beyond nervous and had no idea what the year was going to bring. It wasn't long after the train pulled out of the station that your compartment door had opened and there stood fred and george.
Fred had been the one to ask if it was alright for them to share the compartment with you, to which you had nodded and motioned for them to sit down, far too nervous to speak. Your nervousness wasn't dying down either as you listened to them talk about their plans for the year as well as previous lessons they had learned and lessons that had heard they were to learn.
"You asked me if I was alright."
"mhmm. I could tell you were nervous when fred and I first joined you, given you couldn't even respond to fred. Then I watched as you only seemed to become more nervous the more we talked about school. I figured it was just first year nerves that a lot of people get, but the more I watched you, the more I realized that it was more than that.”
“From there on I knew I wanted to be there for you, help your years at hogwarts be the best they could be. I knew I wanted to take care of you."
"And I hope I haven't let you down any."
You smile, shaking your head as you bury it into his chest again. This was quickly becoming the most serious conversation you've ever had with him and you weren't sure if you were happy about that, or if you were terrified.
"No, you have not once let me down, george. Quite the opposite actually." you mumble against his chest.
He wraps his arms around you once more, holding you tight against his body as his one hand plays with your hair again. You can't help the smile that takes over your face.
You have always felt safe with george, and it's true that he's never once let you down. He's been the one there for you to calm you after getting stressed out over homework and tests. He's been the one there to comfort you after a bad date, not that you've gone on many. He's been the one to listen to you go on about a certain guy or friend that's done something to bother you.
He's been there for you for every late night study session, every early morning wave of anxiety, every dreary afternoon where you're just worn out from the day. He's been there for you for your first party, your first round as prefect, your first hangover. Every achievement of yours, both big and small he's been there for. Most times, without you even asking.
He's been the one there for you since the very first day you met, and he's never once disappointed you.
"If you'd let me, darling, I would love to be the one for you to rely on for the rest of your life."
"George..."
"Hmm?"
"A-Are you...what are you asking me?" you blush, still not pulling your face from his chest yet. You're far too comfortable, and far too embarrassed at the moment to even consider looking at him.
"You know, even though its beyond annoying and embarrassing some days, my brothers do tend to know how I'm feeling."
"And that means?"
"It means that I really like you, y/n. Have for awhile, I've just been too nervous to say anything. Didn't want to screw up our friendship."
you smile, pulling your head back to look at him as he waits for an answer.
"I like you too, george. Have for awhile, just didn't want to screw up the friendship." You copy, even though it's completely true.
There's no missing the smile that takes over his features as he gently places a kiss to your forehead.
"You're amazing, y/n. You can't ever forget that, even when you do get a bit depressed. If you do forget, there is nothing in this world I won't do to remind you. You are never alone, and you can always rely on me and our friends. I promise."
“Having a rough week with your mind is not the end of the world. It happens to everyone, sometimes just a bit more often to some. That doesn’t mean you’re any more pathetic than the rest of us.”
You nod and smile, pulling yourself into his chest more, drawing a chuckle out of him as he wraps his arms around you more. From here on, he will do everything in his power to remind you how amazing you are each and every day. He’s sure it’ll take some time for you to get used to, but he’s ready for the challenge.
#harry potter#harry potter imagine#hp imagine#george weasley#george weasley x reader#george wealsey imagine#hp angst#hp fluff#tw#depression#slight anxiety#sorry if this is shit#i tried
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“Uptown girl --
You know I can't afford to buy her pearls,
But maybe someday when my ship comes in,
She'll understand what kind of guy I've been,
And then I'll win!”
~“Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel
x~x~x~x
Bill Weasley had always had trouble relating to kids his age. As the oldest of seven kids, he’d pretty quickly slipped into the role of support for his mother Molly, parenting and looking after his younger siblings while his father Arthur was at work in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. Even when he was little, there wasn’t really anyone his age in his tiny hometown of Ottery St. Catchpole. All of the other magical families with kids in the area were much younger than Bill, and it was always a tricky proposition trying to play with the Muggle children who lived closest to the Burrow, with the Statute of Secrecy looming large. So when Bill got to Hogwarts, he found himself almost inevitably falling back on how he acted around his younger siblings, even with kids his own age...which, in turn, made Bill lose his footing, when those kids his age didn’t respond well to being coddled or “looked after.” And given Bill’s rather modest, people-pleasing personality, he wasn’t the type to force anyone to listen to him or do what he said...and so, almost inevitably, he found himself at a loss about how to interact with someone without looking after them in some way, on completely equal footing. And thus Bill Weasley, sweet and amiable as he was, actually found himself largely alone in those first two years he spent at Hogwarts -- and that solitude was something he found out pretty quickly he really didn’t like.
Bill was relieved when his younger brother Charlie started his first year at Hogwarts. Although Bill had trouble admitting to his family just how unhappy he’d been those last two years, the eldest Weasley was secretly relieved that he’d now have some family at school too. He had always been closest to Charlie out of all of his siblings, given their closeness in age, so it was comforting to know he’d at least have one friend to spend time with, when he wasn’t in class. Charlie’s year, however, also included a ginger-haired Slytherin girl called Cromwell -- the same surname as the infamous “delinquent” Jacob Cromwell, who’d been expelled from Hogwarts and disappeared mysteriously a few years ago.
Bill first heard about Jacob Cromwell’s sister Carewyn through Charlie, who’d heard that she’d stood up to another Slytherin in their year, Merula Snyde, for bullying Charlie’s timid dormmate Ben Copper and even defeated her in a duel with a Disarming Charm, a spell not taught until at least Bill’s year. Despite himself, Bill actually felt a bit relieved -- he hadn’t known Jacob Cromwell at all, but he figured it had to have been really difficult, for someone to lose their only sibling. Even if he didn’t know Carewyn Cromwell at all, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her...but at least if she was still confident enough to stand up for herself and others, then it probably meant she was doing okay, even with what had happened to her and her family. And his analysis seemed to be confirmed when Carewyn sought Bill out to get his help the following year with breaking the curse on the Ice Vault. From the moment they first met, Bill made up his mind -- Carewyn Cromwell needed someone to look after her, so he would, until she found her brother again. And so Bill and Carewyn became friends.
In Bill’s fifth year, he was named Gryffindor Prefect. It was a rather obvious choice for Minerva McGonagall, considering Bill’s predisposition to “look after” and mentor younger students, but it still filled Arthur and Molly Weasley with immense pride. It was also the first year that Bill and Charlie invited Carewyn home for the holidays, upon hearing that her mother Lane had been commissioned by the Ministry of Magic for an international assignment and wouldn’t be able to be home in time for Christmas. When he heard Merula Snyde also wouldn’t have anyone to spend the holidays with, Bill made the remarkably kind move to invite her to the Burrow as well, even with Charlie and Carewyn’s misgivings -- but that holiday ended up being one of the best all four of them had ever had. Merula and Carewyn were even able to mend fences enough to sing Christmas carols together, the first’s clear Soprano voice hovering ethereally over the second’s warm, emotional Alto harmonies. That Christmas was also the year Carewyn gave Bill his very first record -- an album called An Innocent Man, by an Muggle artist named Billy Joel. Arthur Weasley was almost more thrilled by the gift than his son was, and he immediately brought out the Muggle record player he’d...”been allowed to take home” from work so Carewyn could show the Weasleys how to play the record on it. And for the rest of the winter break, it wasn’t uncommon for one of the Weasleys to put the record on in the background while doing dishes or playing a game of Wizard’s Chess in front of the fire. The song from the record Bill found himself humming the most, even after returning to Hogwarts, was the first song on side two of the record. He’d liked the tune immediately just because it was fun...but it also reminded him of a girl in his year he’d been trying to muster up the courage to talk to -- a very pretty and daring Gryffindor named Emily Tyler.
“And when she's walking, she's looking so fine,
And when she's talking, she'll say that she's mine...
She'll say I'm not so tough,
Just because I'm in love with an uptown girl!”
Emily Tyler was the most popular girl in Bill’s year, as well as one of the most popular in Gryffindor house overall. She’d made a name for herself at the Dueling Club, where she remained Gryffindor’s main champion -- it was likely only thanks to Hufflepuff’s own dueling prodigy, Diego Caplan, that Emily had any competition at all. She also was top of her class in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Bill’s favorite and best subject, even managing to Stun an entire flock of bats with one spell. And coupled with that talent was a lot of style, confidence, and ability to captivate and charm others. She never seemed uncomfortable in a crowd and never seemed to be at a loss for words around her peers -- something Bill himself still struggled with. She’d even expressed some interest in Cursebreaking post-Hogwarts, gushing about the acclaim and glamour of the profession. In short, in Bill’s eyes, Emily just seemed amazing -- a bit out of his league, sure...but maybe if he was brave and put himself out there, she might give him a chance!
So one day, right around spring break, Bill passed Emily a note in Defense Against the Dark Arts, asking her to meet him in the castle courtyard. The eldest Weasley was kind of an emotional wreck on the inside, absolutely beside himself with nerves, but he put on his bravest face anyway. He’d even brought a pink rose, which he tried to keep out of sight in his back pocket until Emily arrived. It was the flower that caught Carewyn’s eye, when she was passing through the castle courtyard.��
The third-year Slytherin had been planning on meeting up with Ben and Rowan in the library so they could study up for an upcoming Charms test, but she put that on hold, seeing her friend Bill sitting alone in the courtyard, as if waiting for someone. Normally she would've gone over to say hello, but the pink rose in Bill’s pocket made her give pause -- a fortunate thing too, for not long later, Bill shot to his feet as Emily Tyler entered the courtyard. She was dressed head-to-toe in bright pink, with her dark hair tied up in a high ponytail and her makeup impeccably neat. She wasn’t alone -- several other boys and girls were with her, all talking to her animatedly. They reluctantly waited for her at the edge of the courtyard, their eyes locked on her as she approached Bill. The scrutiny from Emily’s cohorts clearly intimidated Bill, but he didn’t let it rattle him. He faced his crush with the best smile he could.
“Hi, Emily,” he greeted. “Thanks for coming -- I know you’re pretty busy with the Dueling Club...”
“I am,” assented Emily. Her voice was matter-of-fact.
Bill gave a weak, uncomfortable laugh. “Well, uh...I won’t take up too much of your time, then. I just wanted to...er...”
He took the pink rose out of his back pocket and offered it to her. Emily blinked down at it in surprise.
“I wanted to...give this to you,” said Bill with a modest smile. “Pink is your favorite color, I’ve heard. Not that I’ve been eavesdropping on you or anything,” he said very quickly, “I just heard you tell one of your friends that once, last month, and...”
Carewyn felt very uncomfortable, listening to this. Deciding at once that the whole thing really wasn’t her business and that Bill deserved his privacy, she turned to go. She probably would’ve walked away, were it not for how disdainful Emily's voice sounded, when she spoke.
“Is this...some sort of confession?”
Carewyn immediately stopped and turned back around. Emily was looking from her friends on the sidelines to Bill, her face twisted in a very critical, flabbergasted sort of look.
Bill, to his credit, somehow managed to keep a weak smile on, even as her brought up a hand to rub behind his neck uncomfortably.
“Well, uh...yes! I guess so. I...was sort of hoping we might be able to hang out sometime...maybe get some butterbeers in Hogsmeade or something -- ”
Emily’s eyes had widened little by little with every word out of Bill’s mouth until, finally, she brought them to an abrupt halt when she started to laugh.
“You -- you’re serious?” she said incredulously. She glanced over to her friends on the sidelines and then around the rest of the courtyard, as if expecting someone to jump out from behind a nearby pillar. “This is a joke, right? Tell me this is a joke.”
Her laugh and slightly louder voice had caught the attention of some other students close by. Her friends over by the entrance of the courtyard were exchanging disbelieving looks and whispers among themselves.
Bill’s smile faded.
“A joke?” he repeated blankly. “No -- it’s not a -- ”
Emily fixed Bill with a rather pitying, condescending look as she slipped the pink rose out of his hand.
“Look, Bill,” she said very coolly, “you’re cute and all -- but you really think you’re my type? You’re a Weasley. Prefect or no, you’re still a blood traitor in messy, second-hand clothes with younger students always tagging along after you like ducklings and a father who chases after Muggle airplanes and scooters rather than work a job that can pay the bills.”
She carelessly dropped the pink rose in the fountain and turned her back on him.
“Maybe actually make something of yourself, and then we can talk.”
Carewyn had been furious at the things Emily Tyler had said -- but it was the absolutely devastated, heartbroken look on Bill’s darkly flushing face that made her snap. In an instant, the third-year Slytherin had barreled right up to the pink-dressed Gryffindor as she rejoined her snickering friends at the side of the courtyard.
“How dare you!”
Emily’s friends all stopped laughing to look down at Carewyn.
“Excuse me?” said Emily, looking down at the much smaller girl with a very condescending eye.
“Bill bared his heart to you just now, and you don’t even care!” Carewyn said fiercely. “Talking about his family being poor and liking Muggle things as if it’s something to be ashamed of...clearly Bill couldn’t have liked you for your personality, because it’s disgusting!”
Emily’s nose wrinkled as she glanced around at her friends. “I don’t think anyone’s surprised you’d throw in your lot with a Weasley, Cursebreaker kid. Your family’s got even less reputation to be proud of -- not to mention your clothes are just as out-of-date as theirs are.”
The boys in the group all gave a low “ooh,” sniggering among themselves.
“Well, fortunately, unlike you, I could care less about my reputation,” Carewyn spat. “And I’m frankly glad of it! Bill is a kind, hardworking person who always puts others first and puts his whole heart into everything he does! If his family’s reputation makes it so you can’t appreciate any of that, then I’d say you’re the one who needs to ‘make something of yourself’ -- ”
“Carey.”
Carewyn felt a hand coming down on her shoulder, almost holding her back. She looked up, to see Bill standing over her. His gaze was locked on Carewyn rather than Emily and his face was very scarlet, but his voice was low and forcibly level.
“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled.
Carewyn looked at him with concern. “Bill...”
“It’s okay,” said Bill. He forced a thoroughly unconvincing smile. “Let’s just go.”
Carewyn stared at Bill for a long moment, feeling very reluctant to let the issue go. Her eyes then fell away, drifting away -- it seemed they’d acquired an audience, in the rest of the students scattered around the courtyard.
Bill would probably be even more embarrassed, if I escalated things further, she thought guiltily.
Exhaling quietly, Carewyn shot one more very dirty look in Emily’s direction and walked off with Bill. As they walked off, some of Emily’s friends shouted taunts after them.
“‘Mother Duck’ Weasley strikes again!”
“Follow along after Mama, little duckling!”
Carewyn forced herself to keep walking and not turn around. She shot a furtive glance at Bill, and saw that he was doing the exact same thing, even with the ruby red flush in his cheeks and the slight shine to his eyes.
Carewyn followed Bill out of the courtyard, down the hall, through the large double doors, and out onto the castle grounds. The eldest Weasley seemed to be walking with no destination in mind, his gaze endless and his steps aimless. Carewyn could practically feel the misery, shame, hurt, and embarrassment coming off of her friend, and it made her heart hurt. Her gaze fell to her feet as they walked side-by-side together.
“...I guess...it was her, wasn’t it?”
Bill straightened up. He’d clearly forgotten for a moment that Carewyn was there.
“Huh?” he said, before uncomfortably adding, “...W-who?”
“Who you were thinking about, whenever ‘Uptown Girl’ came on.”
Bill flushed a dark red. “What? No, I...what makes you...think there was anyone I was...?”
“Oh, come on, Bill,” said Carewyn with a pitying look. “Your eyes were always so bright, whenever side two started up. I thought...well, there had to be something special you were thinking about, when you heard that one. Even if it wasn’t a specific person...it just felt like that song was something that spoke to you, I guess...”
She offered him a weak, sad smile.
“...It kind of reminded me of when I sing certain songs. Like even if the words are someone else’s, you can sing them like they’re all yours.”
Bill considered Carewyn for a minute. Then, his flush darkening further, he bowed his head.
“...Yeah. I suppose that’s true.”
He gave a low sigh.
“...What did I do wrong, Carewyn?” he asked. “Did I come on too strong? Should I have sent her a note, or asked to meet her somewhere more private?”
Carewyn whirled on Bill with an incredulous look. “What? Bill, you didn’t do anything wrong!"
“Sure feels like it,” mumbled Bill.
Carewyn stopped right in front of Bill, putting her hands on her hips and fixing him with a very reproachful look.
“You listen to me, William Weasley,” she said fiercely. “I may not know anything about that snobbish twit -- ”
“Emily Tyler.”
“ -- I may not know much of anything about her, but I know you, and I know you deserve so much better than how she treated you. Even if she doesn’t feel the same way about you as you do about her, there’s no excuse for how cruel she was to you...all clearly just to save face around those awful friends of hers...”
Bill blinked in surprise. “You reckon?”
“Yeah,” said Carewyn. “She kept glancing at her friends, the whole time. She rejected you that soundly because she thought they wouldn’t approve of you.”
Seeing the look on Bill’s face, she added, “But that shouldn’t matter, Bill! If Emily thinks impressing her friends is more important than being a decent human being, that’s her problem. And if her so-called ‘friends’ are the sort of people who look down their noses at good people like your family...well, clearly Emily Tyler’s a rotten judge of character.”
Bill looked a bit comforted by Carewyn’s words. He tried to smile again, but it still looked halfhearted at best.
“Thanks, Carey,” he said lowly. “It’s just...well, she’s just so amazing. Talented and pretty and perfectly brilliant -- you should see her in Defense Against the Dark Arts, I reckon she’s on the NEWT level already. She even said she might like being a Cursebreaker, when she graduates -- travel everywhere, and become world-famous...”
Carewyn brought a hand onto Bill’s shoulder and gave it a supportive squeeze. It felt a little odd: he hadn’t really talked to anyone about his feelings for Emily, and just talking his feelings out, rather than listening to someone else’s...it was something he could only really ever remember doing with his parents, and only occasionally. It was weird, but it felt...nice.
“I just...didn’t think she’d react like that,” Bill admitted. “Not that I expected I’d sweep her off her feet or anything, but...I’d sort of hoped that she’d give me a chance, and that when we went out, we’d get on, and maybe even hit it off...”
He sighed heavily.
“Guess I really don’t know much about love at all, do I?”
Carewyn frowned deeply. “That’s not true at all! You know plenty about love. You love your brothers and Ginny, and your parents...and you love your friends too!”
“That’s really not the same thing,” said Bill.
“It should be,” huffed Carewyn. “Love is love. If you love someone, you care about their happiness more than your own. Sure, maybe when you marry someone, there’s a lot more kissing and you want to have kids together and stuff like that...but well, the important part is that caring, right? Without that, what does the rest of that stuff matter?”
Bill’s face softened slightly.
“...I guess you’re right. And I guess...when I am looking for that person...I should find somebody who’ll care about my happiness just as much as I do theirs.”
Carewyn nodded with a smile. “Definitely.”
She took Bill’s hand.
“And maybe someday when your ship comes in,” she sang brightly, “she’ll understand what kind of guy you’ve been...”
Bill’s face flushed again, but this time it wasn’t out of embarrassment -- this time, it was accompanied by a bright, touched look in his brown eyes.
“And then I’ll win,” he finished, in a much less trained, gravelly singing voice than Carewyn’s.
Carewyn beamed. She walked on ahead, pulling lightly at Bill’s hand so as to coax him to walk next to her.
“And when she knows what she wants from her tiiiiime~...”
Bill gave a laugh, but followed Carewyn’s lead, recalling the words by heart.
“And when she wakes up and makes up her miiiiind~...”
Soon Carewyn and Bill were back toward the castle, swinging their linked hands idly back and forth as they sang the rest of the song together, getting louder and louder with each line.
“She'll see I'm not so tough,
Just because I'm in love with an uptown girl!
You know, I've seen her in her uptown world --
She's getting tired of her high-class toys
And all her presents from her uptown boys....
She's got a choice!
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!”
Before long, all the two thought of while singing that song was hanging out together and being silly, while not caring what anyone else thought. Not a single word of the song brought Emily Tyler back to Bill’s mind -- and in the years to come, Bill would continue to enjoy the song with no negative connotations whatsoever, instead only remembering when Carewyn and he sang it at the top of their lungs to make him feel better. And that moment did indeed signal a shift in the dynamic between Carewyn and Bill. For Carewyn, it made her feel like she was walking home with Jacob again -- like she had an older brother who she could look after, the way she used to for Jacob. And for Bill, it made him feel like he’d acquired a second younger sister -- one who emotionally supported him the same way he did his real siblings.
One thing was for sure, though -- it was this moment, among many others to come, that cemented Bill and Carewyn as the very best of friends.
x~x~x~x
Tagging @the-al-chemist and @oneirataxia-girl for expressing interest in this prompt! 🤗
Carewyn’s dress is based on the design on the left 💗
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#bill weasley#carewyn cromwell#emily tyler#charlie weasley#my art#my writing#bill's secret#BILL MY BOY#I love you so much <33#I went out of my way to try to write in some logic to how emily behaves that has links to her gryffindor placement#namely her desire for glory and to be well-regarded#it also would explain why bill didn't pick up on how terrible she was at first#she looks down on people who are below her specifically#around equals or people she wants to impress she'd be nicer#since bill has watched her from afar he wouldn't pick up on that :(#but yeah I felt like carey-bear just HAD to reclaim that song so that it didn't have to be something bill associated with emily forever#and yeah now it's something special between them as bffs!!#and bill does eventually find his own 'uptown girl' to marry <33#(either carewyn's 'slytherin sister' jules farrier or fleur delacour depending on the canon >D)
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Mandatory High School AU That No One (Except Daniela Dimitrescu) Asked For (Part 1)
Summary: Donna has a crush on the beautiful, strong, and tall Chris Redfield but she is just your average (somewhat clumsy) teenage girl. How can she possibly be any match for the gorgeous Miranda? Luckily she has friends like Alcina, Karl, and Salvatore to help her achieve her dreams!
“You’re too old for these.” Miranda chuckles.
Donna grits her teeth and reaches for Angie.
“Aww, give it back, Miranda. You know that she has no other friends!” Claire chuckles.
Her lower lip quivers. Why did Miranda have to take Angie? Any of her other dolls would have been tolerable but not Angie. She reaches out again and mumbles, “give her back.” It is about as useless as telling Karl to put out his joint and actually attend classes for once. She knows that he would rather smoke his days away listening to Metallica and Mötley Crüe in the boys bathroom.
She remembers him mentioning, ‘Smoking in the Boys Room’. She very vividly recalls a night when they had sat upon the soccer field. It was a summer afternoon, the summer before her freshman year. She remembers Alcina smiling as she tossed a frisbee to Moreau. He hadn’t been paying attention though so it hit him in the face. Back in those days, it didn’t matter though, nobody laughed at you for falling over or being clumsy--a problem Donna has frequently; she is very clumsy and, of course, very average looking. Just an ordinary girl. She remembers that on that very warm and unforgettable--really it was as plain as she--summer afternoon that Karl had looked off into the sunset, “it’s like this song was made for Smoking in the Boys Room.” A warm breeze stirred his hair.
She had nodded in agreement and she too looked off into the sunset. Those were simpler times.
Much simpler.
Perhaps if she weren’t so presently distressed she might have wondered why the sun was setting in the afternoon. But she is no scientist. She is just Donna, plain, boring Donna. With her unremarkable face. Maybe Chris would notice her if she looked more like Miranda with her flawless skin and her perfect tan and a perfect mane of blonde hair that fanned out like blonde hair shimmering under the sun.
“Hey, what do you think your brother will think of Angie?” Miranda quirks a brow. She gives her perfectly styled bangs a flick. She lazily tosses Angie to Claire without looking in her direction. Claire fumbles, just barely clutching onto Angie’s dress and Donna’s heart skips a beat.
Claire pinches Angie’s little hands between her pointers and thumbs. “I don’t know but I think it’s creepy. Chris isn’t into weirdo goth chicks.”
“I’m not…”
“You’re right, he so totally isn’t.”
Donna sighs, she hopes Chris doesn’t think that she is a weirdo, she has only been crushing on him since the third grade and that was when he was still shoving crayons up people’s noses with Ethan. She remembers when he was nice but then he got hot and joined the football team and everything changed. Suddenly he no longer wanted to eat glue with Moreau. Now everything is football, football, and sneaking into college parties so he could talk to Jill Valentine.
“College girls, ya know?” He says to his friends. “One time I dated a college girl, she said she was studying beer pong. That’s what I’m going to major in.”
Donna is a little more ambitious, she would like to double major in art design and theater and minor in geology.
“Seriously, give Angie back.” She whimpers.
Miranda throws her head back and laughs, “not a chance…~loooser~!”
Donna feels her heart breaking, she doesn’t know what she will do without Angie.
“This thing is ratty junk.” Claire declaires.
“Angie is not junk!” Donna gets to her feet. She thinks that this is the first time that she has ever spoken up for herself. But it doesn’t last, her spunk dies away as soon as Miranda takes a step forward.
“If she’s not junk then…” Mirinda quirks a brow and hovers Angie over the garbage can. “Why is she in the trash?”
Donna gulps. Just when she thinks that Angie is done for, the garbage can collides with Miranda. Donna catches Angie before she can meet the floor. The same cannot be said for Miranda who is well on her way to the very other end of the hallway.
“Alcina!” Donna perks up.
The woman stands boldly, with her hands on her hips, within the rays of sunlight streaming through the window. She extends her long arm and Donna takes her hand. Her skin glitters in the light of the sun. Donna’s eyes light up, Alcina is glittering all over. “You’re sparkling.” Donna comments. Of course it is only natural for a vampire to gleam.
Alcina rubs the back of her head, “yeah...art class.”
“Oh.”
“What do you mean oh?”
“I just thought...never mind.” She isn’t sure why she thought that vampires sparkled. “Thanks for saving Angie.”
Alcina nods. “Anytime.”
"How dare you!?" Claire asks.
Alcina pulls a basketball out of the void and chucks it at Claire. The girl yelps and scowls. "Just wait until I…"
Alcina retrieves the basketball and chucks it a second time. This time Claire scoffs and stomps away. Alcina picks up her basketball once more.
“Aren’t you worried that principal Nemesis is going to find out about this?” Donna shudders.
“I’m not worried about him. He likes me.”
Everyone likes Alcina, she is the school’s straight A student, basketball champion who also sings opera in the school choir and single handedly stacked every single chair after last year’s graduation assembly. Donna doesn’t know one thing that Alcina can’t do.
Donna hugs Angie to her chest, she doesn’t know why Alcina is bothering with such an average, run of the mill, super plain, and also a little clumsy person like her. “I don’t know why you’re bothering with such an average, run of the mill, super plain, and also a little clumsy person like me.” She says.
“You are adorable.” She pats Donna’s head. “Very small, very quiet. It is nice. Everyone else here is…” She glances around the hallway. One look reveals Karl shoving Moreau into his locker as he strums Baby Shark on his guitar, Ada Wong riding her skateboard straight into Leon who is drawing a penis on Ethan’s forehead as he tries to win his chess match, and Chris punching a boulder to block the entrance to the boy’s room.
“I hate it here.” Alcina grumbles. “I should have went to that nice Catholic school that Mother Miranda picked out for me.”
In all of her years of attending Umbrella High, she still hasn’t been able to figure that one out. She is certain that Miranda, Alcina’s ultra strict and controlling mother and the school mean girl are the same person existing simultaneously, the same entity yet separate at the very same time.
It doesn’t matter; neither version of her is likeable. But at least Mean Girl Miranda doesn’t hold up ‘God hates Ethan Winters specifically’ signs and host Kool Aid testing parties every Sunday evening. It must be embarrassing for Alcina to know that her mother attends vaccination protests every Saturday--it dawns upon Donna that Alcina has probably contracted her ‘hereditary’ blood disease because Mother Mirada doesn’t allow her to get vaccinated.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what, Donna?”
“Your life. I would be devastated if my mom dedicated a whole day of the week to antagonize one specific person for no reason.”
“Oh, it isn’t just one person.” Alcina laughs. “She goes to Hobby Lobby every Tuesday to complain that the fabrics aren’t pre-assembled in her dress size.” Having realized that it has no more use in this chapter, the basketball finally fades out of existence.
"That must be embarrassing."
Alcina shrugs. "What class were you heading to?"
"Lunch class."
"Wonderful. I for one can't wait for lunch, I heard that they're finally serving Jill Sandwich again. I'll walk you to the cafeteria."
Donna shakes her head, "Lunch class, not lunch. I forgot how to eat."
"Ah, okay." Alcina nods. "I will escort you to lunch class."
#Resident Evil#Alcina Dimitrescu#Donna Beneviento#Salvatore Moreau#Karl Heisenberg#Mother Miranda#Ethan Winters#Chris Redfield#Claire Redfield#Leon S Kennedy#Jill Valentine#Fanfiction
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Love Benny Watts X
(first try doing a comfort letter style thing so I hope it's okay)
My Dearest Y/n, my sweetest sugar cookie.
You might be wondering as to why I have put pen to paper to write you this letter when I could have simply called you. Well a phone call is lovely, but this way you can read these words again when you need them.
That and if I write it whenever you read it you shall hear my sexy voice in your head.
I'm kidding but you know what I mean.
I miss you terribly, you know I hate being away from you for this long, I kinda wish I could take you with me but I know you'd hate it.
I know you haven't been… doing so good on your own lately.
I'm sorry I have to be away so much I'd be there with you if I could.
If it helps when you don't feel so good, put the electric blanket on low, put the everly brothers record on low, crawl into bed and hug my pillow like I'm there with you, imagine I'm there to cuddle with, like I'm ticking your waist, kissing your hair, whispering alternate lyrics in your ear.
I know it's not the same but if it helps.
I worry about you, I know how you can get inside your head sometimes without other people around, please don't just lock yourself in the apartment, you know that only makes it worse.
Just remember what I told you, if you're somewhere and you feel like you're getting an anxious tummy, we stop don't we sugar? We stop for a minute and play a little speed chess in your head. Reply the moves in your head. What piece goes to what square and if when we have finished our game it's still not gone then we'll figure it out, together. I know you can do it when I'm with you so I know your strong enough to do it on your own too,
Don't feel bad about it though no matter what even if you are too bad to go through with something, I don't think any less of you for it.
I know how insecure you can get sometimes, especially without me around but you shouldn't have to have me around to remind you how lovely and amazing you are, but do it helps when every morning when you get dressed after your shower, while your standing in the mirror before you pick yourself apart just… imagine I'm there behind you and imagine what I would say.
Imagine how I'd compliment you or cuddle you because of how pretty you look.
And if none of that works then I give you permission to wear my Jacket. I left it there for you so you can wear it sometimes when you feel sad I know it works like a comfort blanket for you so you can wear it, if it makes you feel better, just don't stretch the sleeves out like you did to my jumper.
I hope you're keeping to the meal schedule we made for you, I know you don't always want to eat and I'm not going to force you but… you know it's bad for you, you know it, I know it, and I just wanna help. Fruit in the morning, maybe cereal, sandwich for lunch and something with veggies for dinner okay? You can't eat cereal for every meal and a bowl of rice with cut up chicken nuggets is not dinner.
I don't mean to be pushy sugar cookie, I just know you struggle, you know if I was there holding your hand the whole time if I could, I just wanna make sure you're happy and you feel okay, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you.
Hey you have to take care of yourself and get better, else who will I take to Russia with me? Who will I kiss when I become world champion? Who's going to be waiting at the end of the aisle for me? Who's going to make me coffee in the morning when I'm too lazy to get out of bed, who's going to clean my apartment and play chess with me? Who's going to make me smile every morning as I cuddle you close and give you tickly kisses telling you how beautiful you look.
I know I'm not great with this stuff and I wish I could be better, so I can help you out even more. Remember what I said, relax, take a breath, play a little game of chess, and imagine I'm there with you. Your much stronger than you think you are and I know you can do anything you set your mind to my sweet sugar cookie, your beautiful, your a genius, and the most wonderful girl I've ever met,
and hey if you really need a pick me up just remember, I'm marrying Benny watts, yeah see how lucky you are. Now if that doesn't prove that you must be the smartest, most beautiful woman in the world I don't know what will.
I'm kidding y/n, I'm the luckiest guy in the world to get to marry you.
No matter what happens or how bad you feel, I still love you and nothing can change that.
Take care of yourself sugar cookie I'll be home soon
Love Benny Watts X
#benny#benny fanfic#benny smut#benny x reader#benny imagine#BENNYWATTS#bennywattssmut#benny watts#benny watts imagine#benny watts smut#thequeensgambit#The Queens Gambit#tqg#tqgbenny#tqgbennywatts#tqg benny watts#tbs#tbs fanfiction#tbs smutty#thomas#thomas sangster#thomas brodie sangster#thomassangster#thomasbrodiesangster#thomas sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster smut#thomas brodie sangster i#thomas brodie sangster s#thomas sangster x reader
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Since requests are open, can we get headcanons of an male reader finding a way to free Aatrox?
[A/N: Hello my darling. Requests are always open, one thing I promised to myself when I created this blog is that I will NEVER close requests. I had no idea what came over to me when I was writing this. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]
Headcanons of Aatrox with a Male who’s Finding a Way to set him Free
You were but a simple librarian and he was a noble and valiant warrior, always present at every battle there is to be fought, marching together with his brothers in-arms.
Perhaps the elders were right when they said “opposites attract” for you two had barely any similarities, except for the love of battle and tactics.
He was a warrior and you were a librarian yet you two found peace, excitement, and love in each other. Whenever he would come back from fighting, it was like his two own feet had a mind of its own as he finds himself infront of the bookshop that you manage. He doesn’t waste a second nor a chance to scoop you up from the ground and lift you with seemingly no effort and even twirl you around. His heart flutters whenever you yelp in surprise but giggle and smile right after he has settled you back down to your feet.
It’s you, the reason why he keeps coming back; the reason why he keeps fighting. Yes, he was Shurima’s champion, the so-called God-Warrior, but you had given him a new profound strength that he had never felt nor heard of before.
He’s strong, both in mind and body, his medals are a proof of that but there’s just something about your hugs that makes him melt and find peace in. His favorite thing to do is to put his forehead against yours while his arms wrap around your waist and yours around his neck.
He would spend what little time he had before he would be sent off to fight again with you, either in your arms or in your presence. He’s very clingy, but perhaps that’s just because he missed you oh so dearly.
Aatrox would tell you about his incredible feats over a chess match and you would listen to it with stars in yours eyes, despite already hearing about it from the gossiping townspeople, and you would tell him of your time while he was gone. You always tell him that nothing of note really happens but even so, he insists to hear about it.
You never really worried about him on the battlefield, you knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. He was an Ascended after all, so why worry?
But your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard the news from the gossiping townspeople. Aatrox had clashed and turned against the Ascended, his own brothers, the ones who he fought for and fought alongside with. It made you sick to hear how the people quickly changed their views on him, once praising him, but now, showing disgust while calling him names that should have not been given to him, given his status and achievements.
After days of feeling the need to vomit and worrying, you decided to ask someone about the full story. You can hear and physically feel your heart shattering as you take in everything. The word “Darkin” had stuck to your mind. It was an old Shuriman word which you have read about in a book.
The death of the Emperor was a surprise, yes, and it impacted each and every Shuriman but you never expected for him to react this way. But somehow, every fiber in your body is rejecting the mere thought of accepting that the Aatrox, who’s now wreaking havoc, is the same Aatrox you cuddled with and shared intimate moments with.
Were you crazy? Perhaps. A fool? Maybe so. But you just wanted to see Aatrox, the one you called the love of your life, and see that he was still very much the same and be reassured that what the townspeople were talking about were just nothing but rumors.
How you were proven horrendously and humiliatingly wrong. With wide eyes, you watched as he slaughtered his comrades along with innocent people, as if he was a butcher to pigs. You stood there, frozen, unable to move a muscle as you try to even take in the scene in front of you. It’s him. It’s Aatrox. It’s definitely him, you could recognize the armor he donned. But where were his wings? The beautiful ones that had wrapped around you on cold nights.
You could only gulp in fear as you instinctively took a step back and made a run for it, not even daring to look back, just wanting to get away from it all. Your heart pounded against your chest excruciatingly, like it wanted to burst out your chest and pop.
That same night, you could do nothing but only fall down to the floor, crying as you hugged your knees closer to you, curling up into a ball. Your heart was in near unbearable pain and it made you want to rip it out, toss it somewhere, stomp on it, and die. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall the events.
Was it really him? What happened? What changed? Why did Aatrox act the way he did?
Darkin. An old Shuriman word.
Perhaps the same book where you encountered first the word could have all the answers to your questions. “He simply went mad”, they said. If he really went mad, would you be able to snap him out of it and make him remember who he was? Could you free him from whatever he was suffering from?
Tears continued to well up in your eyes and then fall freely but hopelessly down your cheeks as you rummage through your things, even so much as entering an almost frenzied state at the library, desperately trying to find that one book with hazy eyes.
Your head falls with a sigh as you take a breath to steady the frantic beat of your heart. You take deep breaths, letting your shoulders slump in defeat and your forehead to lean on the shelves of the library as you stood there, sniffling-reminiscing.
It’s scary yet absolutely agonizing and gut-wrenching to have finally processed that a once champion of Shurima, an Ascended, a God-Warrior, had completely forgotten himself, his righteous conducts and his valiant deeds.
~ La Reina 👑
#runeterrankhaleesi#league of legends x reader#lol x reader#league of legends#aatrox#Works of Khaleesi#Her Majesty Writes#Her Majesty’s Works
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I’m not smart enough to understand the Vonnegut thing at all can you explain? (Am I gonna regret asking?)
no i don’t think you’re gonna regret it. i wrote the paper in junior year so i’m not gonna get super in detail but i had to write a long research paper that was worth like, twenty percent of my grade or something and i chose to write it on kurt vonnegut and how like, there’s sort of a lack of free will in a lot of his books to varying degrees. i think i focused on mother night and slaughterhouse five, mostly, but i had some quotes from i think breakfast of champions, player piano, and sirens of titan (and maybe some others, as well as some things he said in interviews etc) to support my thesis that it was an ongoing theme throughout his novels. mother night because it was sort of a more grounded in reality book where an american was working as a spy for the nazis, but he was high ranking and was going to be put to death and there was nothing he could do about it, and it raises the question that does it really matter what side he was ACTUALLY on if he carried out atrocities regardless. so there was like, an illusion of choice for what he did in the war but the outcome was the same no matter what he did, so that’s what the point was - i THINK, it’s been a while. slaughterhouse five, which if you’ve read any vonnegut you’ve probably read this so sorry if you already know this one, is about this guy who’s quote unquote unstuck in time. he basically relives his life over and over in a nonlinear fashion, going through traumatic events but unable to change them (like being kidnapped by aliens which is probably why it’s considered a scifi novel, which is funny, and living through the bombing of dresden again and again, which......isn’t). and yes, i recognize it’s a metaphor for ptsd, i’m not stupid, but being unable to change it and going a step further, living through his birth and death and whatever is in between and being unable to change anything kind of supported my thesis of ‘no free will in the vonnegut universe, only the illusion of free will’
ANYWAY. i was rewatching the monster at the end of this book last night, where they meet chuck (who spoiler alert, is god, but at this point is just like, a prophet who’s predicting the winchester brother’s life. it’s not important at the moment) and he says like, this new book is pretty vonnegut, and dean responds something like ‘cat’s cradle vonnegut or slaughterhouse five vonnegut?’ which is like. it’s one of those things to me is like if this was irl wouldn’t indicate much but considering it’s a network television show it’s an indication to me that he’s a vonnegut fan in universe canonically. that’s what it was signaling. you with me so far?
anyway. now. idk how familiar you are with supernatural, but free will is like, a HUGE concept in the show. there’s a whole arc where sam and dean are like, destined to become lucifer and michael’s vessels (again, not important right now) and they like, really don’t want to, so the concept of free will becomes like, A Thing. and on top of that, (spoilers i think for the last season i’m still a bit unclear on the plot a little) sam and dean like, kill chuck aka god. so like, there’s free will or something? sam and dean are moving on with their lives they get to live??? but then thay don’t because then the finale happens and dean dies, and he didn’t get to do anything but be a hunter and he wanted to get out of that life based on Various Things (again, not important here) which a lot of people are saying defies them having free will, one of the main themes of the entire show.
ANYWAY, the joke i made yesterday was basically because they namedropped vonnegut - an author i once wrote a 20 page research paper on how his works show a lack of free will - in chuck’s first ep (who i forgot to mention is also considered a kripke stand in), and dean’s a fan of vonnegut - and i cannot stress enough how much i was kidding the finale was Just Bad - that actually the writers were playing 8d chess and the finale was bad on purpose in this essay i will...but then i admitted that i’m just unironically a destiel truther now so it would devolve into The Finale Is Just Garbage regardless
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New Releases
A whole slew of books coming out this week, many we've been looking forward to for a while. I can't wait to add some of these to my TBR pile.
Perfectly Parvin (Perfectly Parvin #1) by Olivia Abtahi
G.P. Putnam’s Sons Books for Young Readers
Parvin has just had her heart broken when she meets the cutest boy at her new high school, Matty Fumero–with an emphasis on fumero, because he might be the smoking hot cure to all of her boy troubles. If Parvin can get Matty to ask her to homecoming, she’s positive it will erase all the awful and embarrassing feelings He Who Will Not Be Named left her with after the summer. The only problem is Matty is definitely too cool for bassoon-playing, frizzy-haired, Cheeto-eating Parvin. Since being herself has not worked for her in the past (see aforementioned relationship), she decides that to be the girl who finally gets the guy, she should start acting like the women in her favorite rom-coms. Those girls aren’t loud, they certainly don’t cackle when they laugh, and they smile much more than they talk. Easy enough, right?
But as Parvin struggles through her parent-mandated Farsi lessons on the weekends, a budding friendship with a boy she can’t help but be her unfiltered self with, and dealing with the ramifications of the Muslim Ban on her family in Iran, she realizes that being herself might just be the perfect thing after all.
The Marvelous Mirza Girls by Sheba Karim
Quill Tree Books
To cure her post–senior year slump, made worse by the loss of her aunt Sonia, Noreen is ready to follow her mom on a gap year trip to New Delhi, hoping India can lessen her grief and bring her voice back.
In the world’s most polluted city, Noreen soon meets kind, handsome Kabir, who introduces her to the wonders of this magical, complicated place. With Kabir’s help—plus Bollywood celebrities, fourteenth-century ruins, karaoke parties, and Sufi saints—Noreen begins to rediscover her joyful voice.
But when a family scandal erupts, Noreen and Kabir must face complicated questions in their own relationship: What does it mean to truly stand by someone—and what are the boundaries of love?
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Made in Korea by Sarah Suk
Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
There’s nothing Valerie Kwon loves more than making a good sale. Together with her cousin Charlie, they run V&C K-BEAUTY, their school’s most successful student-run enterprise. With each sale, Valerie gets closer to taking her beloved and adventurous halmeoni to her dream city, Paris.
Enter the new kid in class, Wes Jung, who is determined to pursue music after graduation despite his parents’ major disapproval. When his classmates clamor to buy the K-pop branded beauty products his mom gave him to “make new friends,” he sees an opportunity—one that may be the key to help him pay for the music school tuition he knows his parents won’t cover…
What he doesn’t realize, though, is that he is now V&C K-BEAUTY’s biggest competitor.
Stakes are high as Valerie and Wes try to outsell each other, make the most money, and take the throne for the best business in school—all while trying to resist the undeniable spark that’s crackling between them. From hiring spies to all-or-nothing bets, the competition is much more than either of them bargained for.
But one thing is clear: only one Korean business can come out on top.
Tokyo Ever After by Emiko Jean
Flatiron Books
Izumi Tanaka has never really felt like she fit in—it isn’t easy being Japanese American in her small, mostly white, northern California town. Raised by a single mother, it’s always been Izumi—or Izzy, because “It’s easier this way”—and her mom against the world. But then Izzy discovers a clue to her previously unknown father’s identity…and he’s none other than the Crown Prince of Japan. Which means outspoken, irreverent Izzy is literally a princess.
In a whirlwind, Izzy travels to Japan to meet the father she never knew and discover the country she always dreamed of. But being a princess isn’t all ball gowns and tiaras. There are conniving cousins, a hungry press, a scowling but handsome bodyguard who just might be her soulmate, and thousands of years of tradition and customs to learn practically overnight.
Izzy soon finds herself caught between worlds, and between versions of herself—back home, she was never “American” enough, and in Japan, she must prove she’s “Japanese” enough. Will Izumi crumble under the weight of the crown, or will she live out her fairytale, happily ever after?
On the Hook by Francisco X. Stork
Scholastic Press
Hector has always minded his own business, working hard to make his way to a better life someday. He’s the chess team champion, helps the family with his job at the grocery, and teaches his little sister to shoot hoops overhand.
Until Joey singles him out. Joey, whose older brother, Chavo, is head of the Discípulos gang, tells Hector that he’s going to kill him: maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday. And Hector, frozen with fear, does nothing. From that day forward, Hector’s death is hanging over his head every time he leaves the house. He tries to fade into the shadows – to drop off Joey’s radar – to become no one.
But when a fight between Chavo and Hector’s brother Fili escalates, Hector is left with no choice but to take a stand.
The violent confrontation will take Hector places he never expected, including a reform school where he has to live side-by-side with his enemy, Joey. It’s up to Hector to choose whether he’s going to lose himself to revenge or get back to the hard work of living.
Enduring Freedom by Jawad Arash & Trent Reedy
Algonquin Young Readers
On September 11, 2001, the lives of two boys on opposite sides of the world are changed in an instant.
Baheer, a studious Afghan teen, sees his family’s life turned upside down when they lose their livelihood as war rocks the country.
A world away, Joe, a young American army private, has to put aside his dreams of becoming a journalist when he’s shipped out to Afghanistan.
When Joe’s unit arrives in Baheer’s town, Baheer is wary of the Americans, but sees an opportunity: Not only can he practice his English with the soldiers, his family can make money delivering their supplies. At first, Joe doesn’t trust Baheer, or any of the locals, but Baheer keeps showing up. As Joe and Baheer get to know each other, to see each other as individuals, they realize they have a lot more in common than they ever could have realized. But can they get past the deep differences in their lives and beliefs to become true friends and allies?
Off the Record by Camryn Garrett
Knopf Books for Young Readers
Ever since seventeen-year-old Josie Wright can remember, writing has been her identity, the thing that grounds her when everything else is a garbage fire. So when she wins a contest to write a celebrity profile for Deep Focus magazine, she’s equal parts excited and scared, but also ready. She’s got this.
Soon Josie is jetting off on a multi-city tour, rubbing elbows with sparkly celebrities, frenetic handlers, stone-faced producers, and eccentric stylists. She even finds herself catching feelings for the subject of her profile, dazzling young newcomer Marius Canet. Josie’s world is expanding so rapidly, she doesn’t know whether she’s flying or falling. But when a young actress lets her in on a terrible secret, the answer is clear: she’s in over her head.
One woman’s account leads to another and another. Josie wants to expose the man responsible, but she’s reluctant to speak up, unsure if this is her story to tell. What if she lets down the women who have entrusted her with their stories? What if this ends her writing career before it even begins? There are so many reasons not to go ahead, but if Josie doesn’t step up, who will?
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pairing: hoshi x fem!reader
content: based off of the netflix show, the queen’s gambit, with different character names; drug abuse and overdose; lots of chess terms
wc: 3454
note: I FREAKING LOVE THIS NETFLIX SHOWWW!! this is a character study i’m trying to do to make my female y/ns less.. idk meek? wimpy? it’s such a writing pet peeve of mine and i absolutely loved beth harmon’s character so here it is :))
the queen’s gambit masterlist: 1 2
It was quiet in the orphanage basement. With the exception of the dull thumping of childrens’ feet on the basement’s ceiling. Pensive, and tense, the air felt pregnant with strain.
Your eyes flitted back and forth, from black to white and then back again. They went over the ridges of the standing pieces, and down the curves until it met the checkered board. A criss-crossing maze full of infinite possibilities for strategy.
Finally, your delicate, little fingers wrapped around the stem of your rook, pushing it so it slid all the way across the board.
“Check,” came your raspy voice.
The janitor’s bald forehead creased into more folds, and he raised up a finger to push up the frame of his glasses. “Not anymore.” His voice was rough, like gravel scraping against concrete.
The young girl’s brows furrowed, “Wait, how can you do that? You never taught me-”
The buff man stood up suddenly, interrupting her rhetoric. “That’ll be for next time. Clean up the board now and get to class.”
“Wait-” you stuttered, feeling confused and cheated, but Mr. Lee's back was already turned on you, already moving in between the aisles of paint. You sighed, letting her gaze brush over the stationery pieces on the chess board once more, before sweeping all of them off into a velvet bag.
The school bell rang shrilly.
Soonyoung liked to win. Even at the young age of five, he liked crushing his opponents with a gummy smile on his face and curved crescent eyes.
They called him lots of names: the best chess player in the country since Yoon Jeonghan, the chess champion, etc.
But he figured he liked the title “Innocent Tiger of the Chessboard.” Soonyoung thought it made him sound powerful and glorious. He used the name “Hoshi” a lot after the Times magazine coined him that way.
“You’re all a bunch of-”
A girl, whom you did not know, was getting dragged from the cafeteria. A teacher yanked her forward by her long, curly afro harshly. One hand held the girl’s hair, and the other hand, you barely noticed, was holding a yellow-tinted soap bar.
You walked into the cafeteria, naturally standing at the back of a long line of orphaned girls. She moved forward, hesitantly, taking the spot in line from the previous girl. You looked up at the male vendor with large, unblinking eyes, expectantly. His eyes held a glint of remembrance, and slid a small, white paper cup toward you.
Your fingers reached into the small cup and grabbed the object inside. Small, oval shaped pills rested at the bottom of the paper cup.
“Ooh, those ones are best saved for the night. Don’t take ‘em all at once, either. Save ‘em.” You turned around. It was the black girl from before. “My name’s Ruth, by the way. You’re new here, right?” Ruth’s voice was sultry and teasing; her brown, chocolate eyes hid a twinkle of mischief that you could already tell made her a troublemaker. She had her own matching green pill in between her large hands. “You’ll see what I mean.”
Then, she walked right back into the cafeteria with the other girls.
The room where you slept was also occupied by the dozens of other girls in the orphanage. It had large windows with thin curtains, and stone ceilings and floors. The beds were identical with small dressers on the side of them.
Because the curtains were thin, they didn’t do much to keep the silver beams of moonlight from filtering into the room and onto the beds.
Your eyes were wide open, staring at the green pill twirling in between your fingers. You debated yourself internally for a few moments, before swallowing it in one gulp. Your eyes felt heavy with sleep, but your mind was as light as feather, swirling and swirling with thoughts. You finally cemented on one event in her day, zeroing in and latching onto it with no mercy.
The chess game with the orphanage janitor.
As the event seeped into the cracks of your skull, your eyelids slowly opened until you were faced with the dark, blank ceiling above you.
A spot appeared. Then another right beside it.
Then two more around those, and then more and more and more. They were alternating spots, some dark and some light.
You gasped, pushing herself to a seated position.
It was a chessboard.
The pieces slowly materialized on the ceiling. You could make out the distinct shapes of the king, the rook, and the many other pieces that she didn’t know the names of. You knew of the pawn, pieces with a rounded sphere as its head. Mr. Lee had taught you about them the first day she played chess with him.
“The opening,” he had called it. “Openings are the first moves of the game. Learn some.”
The pieces flickered on the board, teleporting from place to place, mimicking a real chess game.
You almost overslept for breakfast the next morning.
The teacher paused for a moment in her lecture, her hand moving automatically toward the chalk erasure. Her fingers brushed metal and her eyes saw an absent seat.
“Check.”
A piece moved.
You let out a breath.
“Checkmate.”
Mr. Lee leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing over his bloated stomach. He said nothing, instead pulling out a rectangular box from his back pocket.
“I know all the pieces now.” You stood up, your arms bracing yourself against the table. “And how they move.”
Again, he refused to answer. His muscled, long fingers nimbly hooked under the latch on the cigarette box. You watched as Mr. Lee lit the cigarette and turned away.
Your internal question remained unanswered.
“Tomorrow,” he finally replied. “Tomorrow, I’ll properly teach you how to play.”
Your breath hitched in excitement, “Really? You’ll teach me-”
“You should learn the Sicilian Defense,” came his gruff voice. His back remained turned on her. You stood as well, seriousness filling the gap between the two of you.
Mr. Lee finally turned.
“To tell you the truth of it, child…” His lips curved upward. “You’re astounding.”
It was the national championship. Reporters and news outlets were crawling around everywhere, shoving their microphones into every chess player’s face. Soonyoung smirked in amusement, letting his gaze drop back down onto the chessboard in front of him.
“Oh, you moved already?”
Chan huffed, “It’s been two minutes, you’re gonna run out of time at this point.”
Soonyoung chuckled, sliding a piece away from him. His aura remained confident and unsettled by Chan’s warning. “I’d be more worried about yourself, brother.”
Chan’s eyebrows furrowed as he analyzed the board. At first glance, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. All of his pieces were set in motion and Soonyoung-
His eyes snapped open. Soonyoung was already one step ahead of him. Except this step was a mile in front and already at the finish line.
“H-how did you-” he stuttered in disbelief.
Soonyoung interrupted Chan, “Next move is Anderssen’s mate.” His eyes held a small twinkle of triumph, but anyone who had played Soonyoung before knew that he was never truly surprised about the outcomes of games he played.
Chan let his head hang low in defeat. “Alright, then.” His hand reached up to knock over the long column of his King. “You win.”
A crooked grin spread across the face of the young champion.
“Don’t worry!” He smirked. “You’ll always have next time.”
You had been falling behind in math class. You hardly ever paid attention when you were in class, and when you were out, math was hardly even at the back of your mind. Mr. Lee had gifted you a book to read called Modern Chess Openings. Soon enough, you had mastered not only all of the openings in the book, but also the art of hiding a book under your desk and reading.
One day, Mr. Lee had a visitor in the basement. Another man, leaner and taller than the janitor. He was dressed formally and wore a hat.
“Beth,” Mr. Lee greeted her. “This is Mr. Choi. He’s a representative of the chess club I play at.”
You stared at the stranger, unmoving and unresponsive.
“Hello, (Y/N),” he said, smiling. Mr. Choi was a friendly looking man, youthful too. “Would you care for a game of chess?” He took the chair next to Mr. Lee, long fingers already moving the pieces to their correct positions. His poise was confident and his eyes were shrewd. A completely different player from Mr. Lee was in front of you.
You won in three moves after the opening. Quick and precise, with no room for error. Mr. Lee looked on from the side of the table. His face showed neither surprise nor pride, but his eyebrows stayed furrowed.
“Well,” Mr. Choi raised his gaze from the board, turning his head toward the elder janitor. “She’s exactly how you described, Jihoon. I’m certainly impressed.” You waited patiently, unaware of the relationship between the two men. He turned his attention to the young girl in front of him. “(Y/N), how old are you?”
You answered mechanically, without any hesitation. You remained unfazed, an almost bored tone in your voice. “Nine years old, sir.”
Mr. Choi leaned back in his chair. “Nine years old, huh,” he echoed in disbelief. “That’s amazing. Say,” Mr. Choi reached down beside him. “(Y/N), would you be interested in competing against some other people?” He straightened himself, this time holding something in his hands. “I run a chess club at a high school near here, and I’d love to have you come play with us.”
You stared at him, shock and curiosity filling your gaping mouth. “Me?”
Mr. Choi chuckled, finally bringing up the object in his hands for her to see. “You can think about it for awhile, I’ll also be in contact with your headmistress. In the meantime, here’s a prize for your win. Nine year old girls like dolls, right?”
Your mouth refused to answer. You looked helplessly at Mr. Lee, but his gaze was fixated on the ending board pieces.
“Well then,” Mr. Choi breathed. “I’ll be off.”
You watched as he grabbed his leather briefcase and his hat, then strode straight in between the shelves and up the wooden, creaky stairs. Then, you turned your attention to the doll in front of you.
You hesitantly grabbed the plastic body, running your thumbs over the cheap polyester clothes.
Then, you promptly threw it in the trash.
The next time you saw Mr. Choi was not in the cold basement, but instead, in the headmaster’s office. The headmaster was a bitter woman with strict ideals that were brittle and unbending. You had only met her once, and you had hoped that they would never come so close again.
“Well, Miss (Y/N). Is what Mr. Choi telling me true?” Her wintry voice chilled you down to the bone, leaving your head numb and you palms overheating. Without waiting for a response, Headmaster Kim turned her attention back to Mr. Choi. “Mr. Choi, we appreciate the offer and would love for the orphanage’s many talented students to compete with others, but going to a school by herself? I worry for the child.”
Mr. Choi nods, compromising with a soft tone, “Of course, I will be with her at all times.”
“Hm,” the headmaster pondered. “I’d rather her go with another girl actually.”
He relented immediately. “Absolutely.”
The Headmaster stood up from her seat. “Well then, it’s decided. Young (Y/N) will be accompanied by a fellow student from the orphanage.”
Mr. Choi complied calmly, leaving without another comment. Quietly and rapidly just like the first time you had met him. Your nerves spread out like spindly branches of a tree, bumping against each other until it filled the entire room.
“(Y/N)?”
It was only until the Headmaster called your name that you realized your gaze had dropped to the floor.
“You’ve been playing chess in the basement, I hear.” There was a pause, and you quickly recognized that the woman expected a response. You dipped her head slightly into a nod of acknowledgement. “I must say, playing chess in the basement is highly irregular.” Your heart rate jerked upward. Would the Headmaster forbid you from playing chess? A sense of dread pricked her heart. “Ask Mr. Jun for a chess board from the game closet, I’m sure we have one or two. You can play out in the open from now on.”
A wave of relief crashed over you. “Really?”
The Headmaster dismissed you, “It’s lunch time now. Hurry back to the cafeteria, Miss (Y/N).”
You left without any refusal, your steps hurried and rushed as your shoes clicked against the cement floors.
The cafeteria had its usual vibrations of friendly chatter, and the line to the pill vendor was just as long as the day she arrived. Inching closer and closer to the vendor, you buzzed with anticipation for your daily collection of green pills.
The man slid the snow paper cup toward you, and habitually, you looked inside for the strange green pill among the scarlet ones.
It wasn’t there.
“Where’s the green pill?” you asked, bewildered.
The vendor sighed, clearly annoyed and frustrated with you. His voice was thin and gruff, an unattractive timbre. “New state laws, kid. No more tranquilizers. Now move on, more people waitin’ behind you.”
You furrowed your brow, but moved aside regardless.
That night, you counted the leftover tranquilizers you had saved up. There were only five left. You’d have to ration them and not take them frivolously.
The ceiling remained a blank canvas without its usual checkered illusion projected.
“Chess is getting kind of boring,” Soonyoung noted one day. He was 18 at the time.
Chan glared at him from his peripheral vision. “God damn it, Kwon. Maybe you need to get a life or something.”
He laughed, sweeping the plastic chess pieces off the wooden board. “Are you suggesting a get laid, or that I go on a date? Because both are well within reach.”
Chan grinned cruelly, “Like hell they are. The only thing you’ll ever love more than yourself is chess. As if a girl could even compare.”
Soonyoung rubbed at his nape sheepishly. “Maybe if she was a girl who played chess..”
“Well then you’d just see her as another bad player who couldn’t beat you.”
“Jesus, Chan. Way to make a guy feel motivated,” he sighed. “I guess I’ll just have a steamy date with my chess books instead.”
Chan huffed in annoyance and turned his attention away from the other male.
The drugs didn’t last you until the chess match and you began to feel the effects of it. Or rather, the effects of not having them. You mind would wander during class and you felt sluggish and tired. Ruth noticed.
“What’s going on, cracker? You don’t look so slick.”
It was true. Your hair was unkempt, your eyes were sunken and bruised from insomnia, and you no longer had the energy to hold up a conversation. Ruth sighed and moved closer so that your elbows were brushed up against each other. “It’s because of those green pills, ain’t it?” When you didn’t respond, Ruth huffed. “Alright then, I was gonna help you out with that by sharin’ some of mine, but if you’re gonna be so rude, then I guess I won’t!”
Your head snapped up. “You still have some?” you whispered.
Ruth smirked, her large lips parting to reveal bright white teeth. “Sure I do! Started savin’ these babies up a long time before you did.”
“Can I have some?” you hesitantly asked, your voice was low and soft. It was only a day before the chess game with the high school team and you were slowly going psychotic without the tranquilizers’ help.
Ruth denied you a verbal cue and instead, moved closer to slip two pills into your dress’s pocket.
It was your first time leaving the orphanage ever since you entered through the black, metal gates. Thus, when you, accompanied by Jamie Park, ambled through the high school halls, along with Mr. Choi, you were noticeably a little startled. It was noisy, crowded and ever so chaotic. Kids of all sizes were ravaging the school, lockers were haphazardly open and some closed, there was no sense of the eerie order at the Methuen Home orphanage.
You found that you didn’t mind the disarray much after all.
Mr. Choi led the duo into an empty classroom filled with desks that had been arranged into a circle. Only a few kids lingered in the room. You could count the amount of girls with your fingers. He directed you and Jamie toward the edge of the room.
The pair watched as student after student filed into the room in a steady stream of people, like tap water flowing out until only the last few drops fell.
Mr. Choi stood in the middle of the classroom and spread his arms dramatically. “Welcome, everyone! Today we have a very special guest,” he announced. Mr. Choi motioned toward you. Feeling compelled, you shyly stood and walked forward. “This is Miss (Y/N). You all will be playing a simultaneous against her!” He paused. “Please take your places.”
The students shuffled amongst themselves, the sound of feet thundering crescendo-ed until all of the seats were filled. You looked around at all of the male students seated in front of chess boards, a somber expression pasted on each of their faces. Some even had smirks. You looked up at Mr. Choi, who had a smile on his face.
“Mr. Choi?” you questioned.
He nodded, ushering toward the first board from clockwise motion.
You stepped forward in front of the first board and looked down at the colored pieces in front of her. You took a deep breath, then moved the first piece.
It took only eighty minutes to win every single board, even the high school’s best chess player.
When you returned to Methuen, you first celebrated with Mr. Lee. The janitor had prepared a small treat for you when you returned. To the normal eye, Mr. Lee looked neutral and maybe even a little irritated, but to you, the pride in his eyes were as clear as the squares on the chessboard.
“Honestly, I was most surprised about how bad they are. I mean, they made the most basic mistakes.” You paused to swallow a lump of dark chocolate. “Doubled pawns, queen trades, all of that. It was honestly kinda embarrassing to play against them.”
Mr. Lee didn’t interject your rant, watching as brown spread across your lips to your cheeks. He handed you a napkin and stayed quiet.
“Well,” you stood up, straightening our your skirt. “I’m off now.” The janitor nodded, eyes fixated on the chess pieces on the board as if they were moving by themselves. You looked down at the board and a question naturally floated to the top of her mind. “When’re you going to teach me end game, Mr. Lee?”
Mr. Lee looked up at the nine year old.
“Soon.”
Soonyoung was only 10 when he won his state championship. He won the country’s championship when he was 14.
He lost it when he was 23.
You ran out of the green pills in a day after the chess tournament. Once again, your body was thrown into withdrawal. It felt like a constant yearning for water. Every single day your gaze would linger on the glass jugs of pills behind the windowed divider. It became tantalizing. Each night you would salivate at the thought of breaking in and shoveling those pills into your mouth. It was a heavenly dream that nudged you closer and closer to reality.
It was during class that you found herself passing the open door of the cafeteria. The cafeteria room was a desert and the oasis was straight in front of your very own eyes. Self-control was a feeble wall that disintegrated under the wave of pent up yearning.
Your fingers trembled as you undid the lock, yanking it off and sliding over the divider. It was too easy.
Your heart pounded against the confines of her chest. The adrenaline rushed through your veins and your vision quickly became dizzy.
The second your fingers reached the pills, you were gone.
All those nights of dreams finally came true. You couldn’t even stop her hands from shoveling those pills into your mouth.
You couldn’t even stop as your fingers twitched on the ground, your body pressed against the cold tile floor.
“Rumor has it you were drunk while playing Minghao.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered if I was sober anyway.”
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A The Queen’s Gambit inspired Sylvix fic I’ve had sitting in my drafts forever. Figured I may as well post the WIP!
TW for substance abuse, and generally everything terrible from both FE3H and from The Queen’s Gambit.
The room is silent. Hundreds of people wait with baited breath as two of the world's leading chess players fight across a wooden board. The pieces are lacquered - hand carved. Only the best for the players in Enbarr.
Sylvain studies the board, picking out his response to his opponents play several steps ahead. It's already the second day - five long hours the night previous left them both exhausted. Sylvain barely remembered to eat before crashing for 13 hours.
His opponent lifts a piece, his rook, and moves it forward. It's a clever strategy, but it won't be enough. The man across from him knows it too - he's twice Sylvain's age, but desperately trying to keep up.
They see it at the same time. A single move, and it'll be finished. There won't be a way for his opponent to come back from it. If he moves his bishop, it'll all be over. His opponent will resign, and Sylvain will be the youngest world champion at 22 years old.
It's his turn, he stares at the piece, his brain ticking into overdrive. It would be so easy, just to move to pieces. But then what? What else does Sylvain have but chess? He has no friends, has a family only in name. The media hates him, a stark contrast to being the Darling of the chess world at seven years old.
One move. And he'll win. He'll prove Miklan wrong, prove the media — his former friends, wrong.
He should have drank more before coming.
His hand is reaching for his king before he even realizes it - the words leaving his lip of their own accord. It feels right.
"I resign."
He knocks over his king, the hall is silent in shock.
Sylvain gets up, doesn't even bother shaking his opponents hand, and walks out.
...
He stops by his room with a single mindedness. His phone is going crazy, but Sylvain hasn't checked to see who is trying to reach him.
Everybody, probably.
His mother must be having an aneurysm, the media must be going insane.
He opens the door to his room and tosses the phone on the bed. His wallet too, but not before emptying out his cash as a tip for hotel staff. $500 total.
It's barely anything compared to his sizable room service charges - which is probably the cost of his room twice over. It's all paid for, he never leaves debt at a hotel.
There's an untouched bottle of whiskey on top of his mini bar. Expensive in beautiful glass. He hasn't touched it, preferring cheap straight liquor. Just because he can afford expensive drinks doesn't mean he bothers with it. He stops noticing the taste soon enough anyway.
He doesn't bother getting changed as he grabs the whiskey and heads out of the room. Somebody will come bother him if he stays there, and he doesn't want to be disturbed. Doesn't want to think.
Sylvain just threw the biggest match of his life, yet he can't bring himself to care.
The roof access is unlocked, which really should be a case for concern. Anybody with a key card could enter the stairwell and climb to the roof of the hotel - 5 stars and twelve floors. He can see all of Enbarr from up here. The twinkling of its lights remain unperturbed despite his actions.
There's a railing about a foot from the edge. Sylvain ducks under it easily, and sits with his legs dangling downward. Nobody will be able to see him from the ground. Just a spec in the darkness looming above their heads.
He uncorks the glass crystal stopper and drinks.
...
Glenn loved chess. He was pretty good at it, too. It was something he and their father used to do together. Felix would sit on his dad’s lap and try to reach for the pieces. By the time he was six, most of the set had baby sized teeth marks engorged into them
Felix never had the patience for it, personally. He never wanted to study moves or games, never wanted to sit quietly and practice it. He preferred to run around, rolling in the dirt and mud with his friends.
It didn’t stop Felix from being enthralled every time he watched his other brother play.
There was a finesse to it. A certain wisdom that Felix could never quite grasp as Glenn carefully moved the pieces. He was better than their father by ten, and was competing in chess competitions by eleven.
Felix went to every one of his games.
Even now, so many years later, Felix can remember the magic of that first game. He was seven, following behind his dad like a little duckling, his hand grasped tightly in Glenn’s. There were plastic tables with chess sets on them lining the hall of the old community centre, but Glenn didn’t care. He was ecstatic to be there. The joy didn’t fade, even after Glenn lost the second to last game.
A year later they were watching TV. There was a chess special on.
That was the first time he saw Sylvain Gautier.
Ten years old, the boy was already the darling of the chess world. His smiling was dazzling. The interviewer was asking generic questions, what was it like competing against adults, does he see chess in his future, etc etc. The answers came so naturally Felix thought the boy may have been magic.
After that interview, Glenn found every source he could about the boy. He replayed all of Sylvain’s games, tried to puzzle through the choices that were made, and why. Tried to figure out if there was a specific style to his play, something that could be used to trip him up.
In the end, there was nothing.
Two years later, Felix accompanied Glenn to a small competition in Fhirdiahd. Dimitri and Ingrid went along, if only to provide support. Both Ingrid and Dimitri were shaping up to be pretty good chess players themselves, but even working together they still couldn’t hold a candle to Glenn.
The competition was held in a high school gym. Rodrigue dropped them off and said he’d pick them up after.
It was a shock to everybody when Sylvain Gautier showed up to play.
Felix remembered seeing him walk up to the people running check in. Remembered seeing two college age students choke. Sylvain didn’t even smile at them. Didn’t even remove his sunglasses.
He just said his name like everybody in the building didn’t know who he was, picked up a sheet to track his moves, and went into the gym.
Even years later, it was probably the most surreal experience of Felix’s life.
Glenn won every game, ascended through the ranks just like Felix knew he would, until he was sitting across from a celebrity of the chess world.
Sylvain was twelve at the time, but even that seemed so much older to Felix, who was small even for a ten year old.
Glenn smiled and held out his hand. Sylvain shook it, and they played.
As expected, Glenn lost. Dramatically, in fact, but Glenn didn’t mind. He was fifteen, was planning on what to do when he graduated high school in a few years. He enjoyed chess, but he simply didn’t have to love or dedication to play professionally, or the natural born talent. Their dad always said that the best chess players had a mix of both.
Sylvain flashed Glenn a smile, a little different from the one Felix had seen on TV interviews and magazine covers. Suddenly, it hit him. Sylvain had seemed bored in every game he played, but not Glenn’s.
"You're pretty good," he told Glenn when it was all over. 21 moves total - it was savage. “Did you study Loog’s games?”
Glenn lit up. “I did! I, um, studied your games a lot too. I figured it may be a good counter to your strategy.” He looked over the board, over his dramatic loss. “Guess that didn’t pan out.”
Sylvain just shrugged. “You’re not the first to try it, don’t worry about it.” He checked his phone, typed something, and slipped it back into a pocket with a sigh. “Sorry, I’ve gotta go. Good to meet you Glenn...”
“Fraldarius,” Glenn answered, a little flustered. Felix knew he’d never hear the end of this day.
“Fraldarius,” Sylvain said. He shot Felix a smile too, before heading out of the building.
In the end, Glenn got the prize money - apparently Sylvain insisted. Said Glenn likely would have won, if he hadn't shown up.
Felix was only ten, but he found himself following everything Sylvain did after that.
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The first time Sylvain played chess, he was five years old. Small and prone to illness, he wasn’t allowed to go outside like other kids his age. Instead Sylvain was kept indoors, where it was safe and controlled. He spent several days a month ill in bed, wrapped in soft blankets as nannies brought him juice and borth. His childhood was marked by books and quiet toys, things he could do without bothering people, or over exerting himself.
One day his tutor, an older gentleman named Mr. Hanneman, took out the chess board in some lesson or another. He said it would be a good way to pass the time. It was quiet, thought provoking, and could be played from a sickbed, as Sylvain so often found himself.
Miklan, seven years older and already pissed at the world, barely paid attention to the rules, but Sylvain was enthralled. The chess pieces were beautiful, they all had rules about how they could move and act - just like him.
He took up the game with a single minded focus, wanting to know everything about it. He got Mr. Hanneman to bring him books and help him read them. Days which before had passed in a boring feverish haze were instead spent reading chess books, or replaying famous games.
By the time he was six, Sylvain was playing eleven board simultaneous games and winning all of them. He started competing soon afterward.
His parents were thrilled. It was the only time they'd ever bothered paying attention to him. Whenever he won, they’d make time to go out for dinner, or watch a movie with him. His mother read him stories at night. It felt good. So he kept playing, kept hoping they would keep gracing him with small smiles at his wins. Kept chasing the feeling of affection.
Other people, he came to find out, were just like chess pieces too.
In chess, one can estimate an outcome to a specific move. Can anticipate a reaction, and have a response already prepared. People are much the same.
He learned to read situations and people, how to act a specific way to get the outcome he thought would be most desirable. It didn’t always go his way, but like chess, it often did. He learned to smile; dazzle crowds and interviewers. His poor health was a well kept secret.
By eight years old, Sylvain Jose Gautier was a renowned name within the chess world. A prodigy. A future Grandmaster. He was on the cover of almost every chess magazine at least once, and was invited for photo ops with professionals.
Miklan hated it of course. He tried to play chess, desperately wanting what Sylvain had, but he was never very good. He got even more angry, and when angry, he lashed out. Sylvain was an easy target.
Sylvain never told his parents, but he knew that they were already aware. There was simply nothing that could be done without impacting the family. So he dealt with it, learned how to sleep to not aggravate bruises, learned to make himself silent, a shadow in his home.
It wasn’t hard, his parents did always like a puppet for a child.
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Happy Birthday, Ron!
Not in time for Ron’s Birthday but better late than never.
[...] "Ron's set was very old and battered. Like everything else he owned, It had once belonged to someone else in his family - in this case, his grandfather." [...]
- Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Chapter 12
This old, battered chess set has a special history and Ron would like to tell you the story behind it.
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Today was Ron’s sixth Birthday and he couldn’t be more excited. Ron loved his Birthdays for several reasons but what he loved the most was having his grandfather around for the whole day. And Ron loved his grandfather a lot.
Ron sat on granddad Septimus’ lap, happily digging his fork into the rich cream cake his mother made today. It had orange hundreds and thousands on top which made it all a lot sweeter than it already was. Pretty much all Weasley siblings had a sweet tooth but no one loved sweets as much as Ron did.
Molly and Mrs Lovegood laughed at Ron because some of the tiny orange pearls stuck to the side of his mouth as he ate his third slice of the delicious cake. The boy smiled sheepishly at the two women and like a real Weasley, his ears turned bright red.
“Where do you put all this food, Ron? You are all skin and bones,” Mrs Lovegood said, playfully pinching his cheek as she gave him a napkin to clean his face, “What’s your secret?”
“I have hollow legs,” Ron repeated what his Mum always kept saying, grinning from ear to ear, “And I’m still growing. Mum says I grow like a weed.”
“It’s true. I thought Bill will be the tallest but I think Ron will beat Bill sooner or later.”
Ron thought he had this conversation a hundred times before but he didn’t mind it too much. He tuned out the chatter of the adults as he continued eating his cake.
After playing with his siblings and Luna the whole day, he looked forward to finally play some chess with his grandfather. Granddad Septimus taught him the game and Ron had been immediately fascinated by it. Chess required tactic and foresight his grandfather told him, and it didn’t take long for Ron to get into it. He soon played against all his brothers and beat all of them. He also played against his sister but she was a baby, so that certainly didn’t count. It actually had been quite easy except for playing against Bill. The oldest Weasley sibling had been slightly more skilled than the rest and therefore harder competition. Ron couldn’t help the huge grin splitting his face when he thought about the day he beat Bill at chess, the oldest Weasley sibling grumbling something about ‘suffering defeat by a five-year-old’.
“What are you smiling at, Ronnie,” granddad asked. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled back at Ron and the wrinkles around his eyes deepened even more.
“Nothing,” Ron answered quickly, turning a little red for being smug about his win against Bill, “Would you fancy a game of chess, granddaddy?”
As always, granddad Septimus did not disappoint and agreed to play his favourite game with his grandson. Arthur joined them from the kitchen to the living room and Ron found himself on granddad’s lap again, the chess set sitting in front of him and his Dad taking his usual place on the settee opposite them.
Almost an hour later the game still wasn’t over because Ron took his time thinking through every single move and trying to find out what his Dad’s strategy might be. Septimus and Arthur talked about everything and nothing while Ron observed the board when suddenly the six-year-old jumped up and let out a loud yelp, almost knocking over the chessboard in the process.
“CHECKMATE!” Ron yelled as he pointed to Arthur’s white King, excitement and hope shining in the little boy’s face when he looked at his grandfather for confirmation. And indeed, Ron did win this game. For the very first time, Ron defeated an adult.
After looking at the chessboard again with a slightly puzzled expression, Arthur soon got over the initial surprise and beamed at his youngest son. “This was very impressive, Ron. I’ll have to up my game from now on when playing against you.” He gave his son a kiss on the forehead before announcing to go back into the kitchen to tell everyone about his pitiful defeat and promising to come back with a chocolate frog.
Ron glowed with pride as he jumped into his grandfather’s arms, the old man laughing merrily at the boy’s enthusiasm and happiness. With a flick of his wand, a parcel slowly flew into Septimus’ hands and with a not so healthy-sounding crack of his knees, he knelt down in front of Ron.
“I’ve got another Birthday present for you.”
Eyes wide Ron took the parcel but too hesitant to actually open it.
“But I already got a present from you, granddad.” Despite the uncertainty about him really getting a second present, the excitement and curiosity couldn’t have been more obvious.
“Just open it, Ronnie.”
The excitement finally winning over the uncertainty, Ron ripped open the present. He could only stare disbelievingly at what he held in his hands now. It was his grandfather’s very own chessboard. And it wasn’t just any chessboard; it was the chessboard his grandmother gave Septimus as a gift for their 10th anniversary so many moons ago.
Ron may have been still a little boy but he knew enough about this chessboard to grasp the significance behind this gesture. He knew that it was one of the most treasured possessions of his grandfather, so naturally, Ron did not feel fit enough to receive it.
“But granddad…,” Ron’s voice almost dropped down to a whisper, “I can’t take this. You got this from Nana.”
“And now I want you to have it.” His grandfather answered, putting a heavy hand on Ron’s shoulder.
For some reason, Ron wasn’t able to look at his granddad anymore but found it just as hard to stare at the chess set in his hands. “But why me?”
Septimus softly put a hand on Ron’s chin for the boy to look up at him again. “Because I trust you to take good care of it, Ron. You are a chess natural and I’m sure one day you won’t find a single soul being able to defeat you. And I love the thought you have this chess set with you when the day comes.”
Ron was still speechless as he softly brushed his hand over his new chess set. Only feeling a little pathetic and childish, he wasn’t able to force back a sob anymore as he put the chess set down to hug his grandfather again. “Thank you! I’ll take good care of it” He mumbled into the soft fabric of Septimus’ sweater.
“I’m sure about that. I wouldn’t just give this to anyone, Ron,” granddad whispered into his grandson’s ear before looking at him with the warmest smile on his face.
“Happy Birthday, Ron. You are my champion.”
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name: wildheart
specise: fire element draco-morphiad (explained below)
pronouns: she/her
specise info: draco-morphiads are, basically, a specise of sexless magic cat furries. each one of them controls one of twelve elements (although two of them are special); fire (fire elements are also able to control one type of igneous rock, differing depending on the individual), water, earth, air, plant, plague, void (this void being concentrated everythingness and named for its pitch black color, there may only be one void element at a time and only two have ever been recorded), quantum strings (this has been proven to be possible, but never recorded), gemstone, metal, sound and light.
draco-morphiads have a unique internal anatomy, their body cavity is filled entirely with liquid magic. this magic contains their consiousness and, when needed, forms organs to keep the draco-morphiad alive.
draco-morphiads also have whats known as elemental bits, an extra part of their body made from their element or regular body part modified by it. draco eye color is also generally dictated by their element.
just a draco-morphiad generation (they live tens of thousands of years) ago, they had an expansive interdimensional (this takes place in a multiverse) empire. but for reasons now lost to time, it fell.
the specise took heavy casualties, although it was nowhere close to extinction. theyre rarer now, and... scattered, to say the least. their natural ability to create interdimensional portals doesnt help that.
given that draco-morphiads are sexless, their native language's pronouns were dependant on element, but wildheart was raised by a sexed specise tens of thousands of years after the near extinction of the language (plus draco-morphiads were invented to explain her so i think she should get to keep her pronouns).
apperance: wildheart has brown fur, which turns abruptly black (like, theres a straight, non-gradiant divide between the back and brown) at the waist, so approximately half of her is black and half is brown . she has blood red eyes. fire element eyes are usually orange, but this is explained. she has a pair of half-crescent obsidian wings coming out of her shoulderblades, each one flanked by three floating obsidian triangles. embedded in her chest is a peice of obsidian shaped like a broken heart, and her claws are obsidian as well. she has a couple notches in each ear and a scar over her eye.
story: wildheart is born on a remote planet in a remote universe. save for her and her littermate, their parents and their older sibling squirreltail.
soon after the two's birth, their parents die of reasons. unprepared to take care of them, squirreltail opens two portals to random inhabited parts of the multiverse and sends them through, hoping each will be picked up by someone responsible and more able than him.wildheart ends up being adopted by a family of goatlike skeleton monsters, where she stays for the first 13 years of her life (draco-mophiads age like humans up until about their 20th birthday). during this time she becomes incredibly close with her adopted brother, [edit with name later, i forgot it]. shortly after her 13th birthday, wildheart discovered her ability to make portals. with their parents permission, she and her brother went out to explore the multiverse a little.on their little jaunt, the two encountered a creature totally alien to them, and wildheart dared her brother to go poke it with a stick. unfortunately, the creature turned out to be a bear-esque superpreadator and ripped wildheart's brother to shreds while she watched.wildheart opened a portal to nowhere in particular, landing her at a market in the interdimensional void (my imagining of the multiverse is, like space, mostly empty. universes take the shape of enormous white orbs with the texture of frosted lightbulbs. their glow is soft, yet can be seen from light centuries away). scared to go back home, she wandered.and wildheart never stopped wandering. she quickly exanded her scope to universe hopping, trying her best to repress the memories and emotions from her brother's death.during the next eleven years, wildheart developed a routine. explore and universe hop, break gear, plunder something ancient for rare stuff, sell it at the interdimensional market, get new gear, repeat.
in ancient tombs and temples, wildheart saw one thing over and over again. carvings of things that looked like her, had the same powers as her. naturally, she assumed she was the last.on the eve of her 24th birthday, wildheart was traveling through the market, looking for something special to get herself.
wherever she went, the vendors all talked about one thing.
the nearby combat arena had a new champion, a catlike (cats are p much a multiversal constant) calling herself reaper.
knowing wildheart, many suggested she challenge her.wildheart was confident in her abilities, both physical and magical, so she decided that a championship would be the perfect gift to herself.
she actually proved a pretty even match for reaper, but in the end the champion won. though wildheart's energy seemed boundless, reapers patience and tactical skill were ultimately able to exhaust her.
after the fight, the two met by chance somewhere in/around the market. they got to talking, reaper asking what wildheart does for a living. finding the prospect of universe-hopping more interesting than beating the shit out of people, reaper asked to join wildheart.
reaper was a tall (for a draco) draco-morphiad with black fur, white patterns outlining the shape of her skeleton (or what it would be if draco-morphiads had those). she wore a grey hoodie. her wings, skeletal things composed entirely of ice, marked her as a water element, though her eyes seemed to contradict that (although wildheart didnt really know that). instead of the slightly desaturated off-teal you would expect from a water element, reapers eyes were pich black with pupils colored a deep, beautiful blue.
anyway, after a few weeks of traveling the multiverse together, the two encountered something strange. a universe with no glow, just a dull grey orb.
portaling inside (and quickly leaving), the two found that the universe was empty. it had experienced a heat death, something totally unnatural in this setting.
wildheart and reaper agreed that they had to find and kill whoever did this.
idk how, exactly, they found him, but that person turned out to be a being calling himself entropy, the incarnation of the void, the nothingness that came before the multiverse. while he was monolouging about a pair of beings called 'chaos' and 'order', wildheart and reaper tried to jump entropy.
entropy did not like this.
he used some sort of attack that sent the pair into a strange voidspace.
sat in this voidspace was a pair of beings. a scribbled dragon, with eyes of wildheart's blood red, and a hyperrealistic marble statue of a woman with a buzzcut in a dress, with gemstone eyes of reapers deep, beautiful blue. the two were enormous, the tip of the dragons talon bigger than wildheart's entire body. they were playing chess on a table of equal proportions.
"you're back early." remarked the dragon "did something happen?"
after a bit of confusion, it became understood that wildheart and reaper had no idea who these people were or where they were.
the two giants explained that they were chaos (the scribbled dragon) and order, demiurges of the multiverse.
many googols (a number with a hundred zeroes) of googols of eons ago, there was nothing. out of that nothing arose chaos, pure unbridled creation. but without filter, chaos could not create or take any definite form. and so, it (chaos is they/it) sat as a sort of existance soup for not even they know how long. until, at some point, order arose from the void. order was filter, what chaos needed to truly create. she (order is she/it) could not create by itself either, each dependant on the other to do something they instinctually longed for. order's form was also much different from her current day form, either a ball of quantum strings or a colorless cube of indeterminate material (i havent decided).
so, the two came together and created.
one of the first things the two created was a pair of souls, one blood red and the other a deep, beautiful blue. each one carved their true name into the corresponding soul in the first language, marking them as the incarnations of chaos and order.t hey were to be sent out into the multiverse together every once in a while, when the multiverse needed saving or just spicing up. of course the current incarnations were wildheart, incarnation of chaos and reaper, incarnation of order.
they had been sent out this time for the purpose of killing entropy, whose trail of destruction included countless universes. but for reasons i dont know yet but were probably a mistake on chaos and orders part, they couldnt do it by themselves. they needed two more of their kind (chaos was vague about what 'their kind' was because i want it to be revealed in the narrative later). idk if its the two specific dracos they meet later or just any.
theyre currently in the place behind existance, chaos and order's personal voidspace.
chaos also reveals when talking to order that wildheart and reaper are siblings, before promptly sending them back out into the multiverse. entropy has long moved on, assuming he killed the two siblings.
the story isnt too well planned from here but
after some freaking out/contemplating/whatever over the fact that theyre siblings, wildheart and reaper continue on.
eventually, they encounter Six Of Spades, child of the last draco-morphiad monarch. saen (six of spades uses saen/trah pronouns, the traditional draco neutral/no-element pronouns) is a no-element, a semi-rare mutant with, you guessed it, no element.
six of spades percives this as a fault of some sort, and overcompensates for it by playing up the ‘last heir to the draco-morphiad throne’ thing. Technically, saens cousin would have inherited the throne, but saen has no cousins saens aware of.
six of spades would actually make a good monarch, if not for saens general neurosis and feeling of being (mostly) superior to those around trah.
six of spades watched saens parent die in front of saen to poachers, who wanted monarch eris (six of spades's parent)'s teeth. the teeth are the only part of a draco-morphiads pure magic core that doesnt simply dissipate after death. theyre an extremely potent source of magic, thus why draco-morphiads were killed for them shortly after the fall of the empire.
apperance wise, six of spades is an average sized (about 4 feet tall) grey draco-morphiad. saen has medium-grey fur down to saens waist, where its abruptly replaced by light grey scales. saen has ear fins like a dragon, and spikes going down saens back that may or may not start with the scales. six of spades has a lizard like tail and long, angular talons. save for color scheme (monarch eris was green), the spitting image of saens parent. six of spades also wears a worn gold crown and carries a worn gold staff with a magic gemstone orb, both posessions of monarch eris
wldheart and reaper convince six of spades to come with them.
eventually, they encounter a young (about 13 year old)
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