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I’m rereading the Cat Wizards books, and I was wondering what the rules are for feline wizards competing in a game of hauissh? Are they permitted the use of magic, or is that frowned upon? For that matter, what are the rules on sidling, since in theory any cat might do so?

To start with, let's look at the rules. (Adding a cut here. Below is the full afterword, "On Hauissh," from the first book in the Feline Wizsrds trio, The Book of Night with Moon.

On Hauissh

This occupation of the People, described only briefly in the literature by ehhif writers (the most reliable and perceptive is Pratchett*) has occasionally been called a pastime. But such a characterization is similar to calling soccer, baseball, and American-style football “pastimes”—for which human beings have sometimes wagered and won or lost fortunes, ignored almost all the other important aspects of their lives, and occasionally died under circumstances both comic and tragic.

An exhaustive analysis of hauissh would be far beyond the scope of this work, but it seems useful to include at least a cursory summation.

The origins of the Game

Hauissh is of such antiquity that it almost certainly predates the time when felinity became self-aware. Its most basic structure implies a conflict over hunting territory between two prides, and most authorities agree that it evolved from this strictly survival-oriented behavior to a more structured but still violent dominance game between individual members of a single pride or (later) extended pride-community, with the loser usually being run off the pride’s territory, or killed. (Even now the biggest predators tend to play hauissh in this mode, considering the refinements of later millennia to be oversophisticated or effete).

It would be as difficult to determine exactly when feline self-awareness arose as it would to fix a period during which hauissh began to develop beyond concerns of food, territory, and power into the more intellectual and entertainment-oriented version now played by cats the world over. All the families of the People seem to have at least some knowledge of the basic concepts of the game on an instinctive level. But the demands and challenges of the modern form of hauissh require a great deal more of the player than instinct alone will provide.

The rules

There is no mandated maximum number of players of hauissh, though games involving more than thirty or so players in one session are likely to be considered “inelegant.” Most play involves no more than ten or twelve players, though, since some level of personal relationship is considered desirable among a majority of those playing.

Hauissh involves controlling a space—yard, sidewalk, field—with one’s presence. This presence, called aahfaui, is not a constant, but reflects aspects of the player's seniority, and is in turn affected by the space one is trying to control.

“Control” is defined by eius’hss, “being alone.” The minute a player can see another cat, the control is diminished slightly, but not in such a way as to lower one’s score. Control is diminished more if the other cat can in turn see the first player, at which point the first player’s score suffers.

A successful position is one in which a cat can see several others, without himself being seen. The beginner would immediately think that this could be easily achieved by being down a hole while able to see several other cats. But such concealment is not considered gameplay in the rules. A cat retreating to such a position, having previously been in play, is then considered out of it until once again exposed.

Many other variables may affect play. Most important of these is eiu’heff, a variable expressing a combination of the nature and size of the space being controlled. Nearly as important is hruiss’aessa, the location of the “center” of the game—the normally invisible spot around which the game revolves, representing (in more abstruse thought about hauissh) the Tree under which the Great Cat took his stance against the Serpent on the night of the Battle for the World, the battle by the River of Fire. The ultimate point of the game is not necessarily to reach or occupy this spot, but to dominate or master it, while also dominating as many of the other players as possible.

Feline nature being what it is, individual People tend to resist domination, even for the best of reasons. So it can easily be seen that any given bout of the Game will be prolonged and fairly stressful. Most play in hauissh is individual, “team” play being considered too difficult to maintain for long periods, and likely to cause what People call in Ailurin laeu’rh-sseihhah, an unhealthy shift in one’s nature toward a “foreign” style of being. (Cf. the German word uberfremdung, “overalienation.”) “Teamwork” in this context is seen as a distasteful sort of pack behavior better left to other less cultivated species, such as houiff.

Play begins when a quorum of players are determined to have arrived and to be ready to start. It ends when one player is deemed to have successfully “dominated” the hruiss’aessa and a majority of other players. A single such sequence is a “passage,” roughly equal to an inning in baseball. Passages are grouped together in larger groups called “sequences,” but there are no fixed numbers of passages-per-sequence, or sequences-per-game. Consensus usually determines when another passage is required to fill out a sequence (and it almost always is).

A detailed or exact description of how scoring is done is beyond the scope of this work. Scoring hauissh fairly and to all players’ satisfaction is difficult work, full of imponderables, and much more an art than a science. It is nowhere near as clear-cut as scoring in any sport with which humans are familiar... and frankly, if it was, cats would probably lose interest in the game almost immediately.

There are so many rules and variables influencing score—for example, weather, local conditions such as traffic or the passage of ehhif or other species through play, physical condition of the players, and total time of play compared against time actually spent making moves, to name just a very few—and so many of the variables and requirements are mutually contradictory, that scoring a bout at the end of a round or “passage” much more closely resembles a politely contentious discussion among Talmudic scholars than an umpire yelling “Yer out!”

To speak of how one “wins” at hauissh is a misnomer born of looking at the pastime through the human mindset. It is nearly as erroneous as speaking of “winning” at cricket—the human game that comes closest to hauissh in its (unspoken) expression of the idea that gameplay for its own sake is far more important than a result, of whatever kind. Like cricket, a bout of hauissh can go on for days or weeks, can be called on account of bad light (i.e., atmospheric conditions so bad that not even cats can see each other), and will often stop, repeatedly, for meals. It can also run up extravagant scores that sound really impressive when you talk about them afterward, but which are actually indicative of neither group really being able to get the better of the other, no matter how long the process continues.

The record duration for a single bout of hauissh was set in 1716 (the actual date being either in January or February, but uncertainty involved with the Gregorian calendar shift and its coordination with the People’s timekeeping makes a definite date unavailable). Six cats located in the town of Albstadt-Ebingen, then in the duchy of Württemberg and now in southern Germany, began a bout that lasted until 1738 and was completed by five of their great-grandchildren. The bout was forced to end in a draw because of a local outbreak of the plague, which killed what was judged a “threshold” number of the competitors.

The Game, to People interested in it, naturally has profound philosophical and even mystical meaning. One saying is that “Rhoua plays best,” the indication being that Queen Iau, in Her aspect of “Winking” Rhoua, can by definition see all People without being seen Herself, and that the Game is therefore a metaphor for life… which is (come to think of it) exactly what ehhif say about baseball, and soccer, and nearly every other sport down to tiddlywinks.

*in The Unadulterated Cat (Gollancz, 1989)

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...So. As regards wizards playing the Game with other feline non-wizards: It seems likely that using wizardry in play would be seen as rude. I suspect that sidling, additionally, would put a wizardly Person out of play, as it would violate the rule about being seen. Hauissh, as the experts say, is exposure. Without that vulnerability, there is no Game.

When playing with other wizardly cats, though, there will almost inevitably be a whole different set of augmented rules determining what kinds of wizardry are seen as fair or permissible, and which ones aren't. If all bouts of hauissh are restatements in small of the Battle under the World Tree on the night when (as even ehhif documentation tells us) "the enemies of God were destroyed," then using wizardry in the great Game is an evocation of the deeds of the Queen and Her pride, and verges on the sacramental. Such conditions would seem to call for more wizardry, not less—wizardry being Her gift to felinity in dark sa'Rraah's spite. But of such bouts most People know nothing. The Whispering (as feline wizards call the Manual-style knowledge of wizardry that they have from Queen Iau's wise daughter the Silent One) would be the only source of information about gameplay and scoring "when lightning is bound into the Claw".

HTH.

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wito-chan-bla-bla · 2 years

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A bad marriage proposal?..

Satoru has always loved to do everything with chic and sparkle. But this time, the most important time, something went wrong...

It was hot outside, and people were happy that they could take a break from the influence of hot air on their bodies in the mall. Many groups of different people wandered back and forth, stopped and talked. But the most noticeable was one particular trio standing near the map of the building and looking at the shops.

Holy bread from the bakery, why should I participate in this? Nanami turned his head, looking at Megumi, who seemed to have accepted the situation for a long time. The teenager was looking for something on his phone. Maybe he wanted to let the police take his idiot teacher away from here for at least a few minutes.

–Oh, there's a jewelry store on the second floor. We're going there!

Before the sorcerers had time to realize, they were already being dragged towards the escalator. The white hair bounced with every energetic movement, Megumi almost screamed as his teacher ran his long legs down to spend less time on the way.

–And here we are! – drawled Gojo with a big smile, stopping in front of the store. In the background, Megumi almost crashed into some bush with his face, but Nanami held him by the collar with his hand.

–I perfectly understand why you brought Fushiguro-kun with you. But why should I spend my free time helping you?

–Because we both love (Y/N)-chan?

I like bread more.

–This is the fifth shopping center, my love for her is not so great.

The elder sorcerer's cheeks looked like big balls. He turned to his disciple-son and said, pointing at him with his index finger:

–But you should be interested in what is happening, Megumi–chan! Still (Y/N)-chan will finally become your official mom!

–She asked me not to call her that.

–Come on, Megumi–chan, don't be so mean! You like spending time with (Y/N)-chan.

–I like it ... – the teenager said with a little embarrassment.

–I told you so!..

–...but that's why I'm against this marriage.

–What about?! Do you want to marry (Y/N)-chan instead of me?!

–No, I'm just trying to convince her not to make the biggest mistake of her life.

–Can I support you somewhere, Fushiguro-kun?

–Ah, you're all so angry! – Satoru almost took a bridge pose, raising his hands up.

–We are about to be kicked out of the mall.

–You're right, Nanamin! Therefore, it goes forward!

The two younger wizards sighed, but obediently followed Gojo.

–I need the most beautiful ring for my future wife!

–W-we're going to find something, sir…

The consultant quickly ran away, and Satoru stuck to the windows, looking at expensive jewelry.

–Why can't you just say ring for (Y/N)-san? – kohai asked the sorcerer, looking at the jewelry. They had already visited several stores in different parts of the country, so Nanami began to feel nauseous from just looking at gold and diamonds.

–Because (Y/N)-chan deserves the best! And I can't think of the right design for her ring.

–(Y/N)-san leaves in two days. She won't be returning to Japan for the next few months. Probably, he wants everyone to know that she is busy and almost married, – Megumi answered the question of the senior sorcerer, continuing to look at the phone and only at the phone.

–Did I raise you that way?! – Gojo whined.

–You didn't raise me at all.

–I brought all the rings we have.

Satoru immediately turned his head and with a big smile went to choose an engagement ring, forgetting about the conversation for a second.

After long minutes of looking at metals and precious stones, Gojo called his student-son to him. Megumi stopped, expecting his teacher to chatter useless things and ask about the meaning of the pattern, but Satoru with a straight face put a decoration on Fushiguro's finger.

–I think it's perfect.

The store's employees, frozen nearby, looked at what was happening with horror. Satoru, with a big smile, raised his student's hand and began to look at the precious stones that glittered in the light of the bright lamps. Megumi dreamed that the curse would be announced nearby now, and he would have a reason to leave.

But there was no curse, and Nanami thought too much about buying a bracelet with a loaf of bread to help the teenager. The younger wizard pulled his hand away and looked at the ring, squinting.

–It won't do.

–What?

–It's not suitable for an engagement, – Fushiguro repeated. – You can buy it as a wedding ring, but definitely not for an engagement.

–I knew that you would take an active part in choosing a ring for (Y/N)-chan!

–No, I just want to get home as soon as possible.

–None of you loves me.

Muttering to himself, Satoru continued to choose a ring, occasionally calling men over and asking for their advice. From the outside, they looked very strange: an active, tall, strange-looking man, a serious man who looked like an office worker, and a teenager who tried to hit his teacher or run home. The store's employees were actively sweating, but obediently fulfilled any request of the senior sorcerer.

But the perfect ring was found, and Megumi and Nanami almost cried with joy. Satoru sobbed on the spot, even taking off the blindfold. From the outside, what was happening looked like a perfect illustration in a religious book.

–I knew I could find something worthy of my (Y/N)-chan! – with the expression of a happy puppy on his face, Gojo said as he left the store.

–Can I go home now?" Kento asked, hiding a bread bracelet in his pocket.

–What? No, of course not! We need to buy more flowers, candles, order food, find firecrackers somewhere…

The two sorcerers exchanged glances, allowing Gojo to go ahead and chat. They were not telepaths, but somehow they nodded to each other anyway, agreeing on one thing: "Thank you (Y/N)-san for sometimes holding back this idiot."

*+*

You hurriedly walked through the corridors towards your apartment... more precisely, the apartment belonging to you and Satoru.

You were very surprised when you found out that the sorcerer did not want to buy the whole building so that only you and he lived there. Despite your initial misunderstanding, you quickly understood the reason for buying a home in an ordinary quiet neighborhood.

Neighbors. Satoru just loved chatting with his neighbors.

Every grandmother who left the apartment to buy milk became his potential victim. Gojo loved to annoy people, and every conversation with neighbors became a battle. One side was fighting to morally destroy the other, and the other side was trying to escape because it just wanted to take out the trash!

You often had to stop Satoru, otherwise the whole floor would get a heart attack from his chatter. Because of his long tongue, you couldn't ask the neighbors for salt or advice. But there were also good sides. For example, no one dared to shout after eleven or smoke in the elevator, because otherwise they would be morally destroyed by your boyfriend.

So, there was no one in the corridor, everyone was probably hiding and waiting for you to enter the apartment. You went to the door, took out the keys and put them in the keyhole. A couple of seconds, and you were at home.

Once inside, you took off your shoes, closed the door and put on your slippers. Throwing the bag on the shelf, you shouted: "I'm home, big cat."

There was only silence in response to you. You frowned, looking around. Has he been called on a mission again? Sighing, you slowly walked down the corridor, when suddenly you noticed rose petals lying on the floor and leading you further through the apartment. After taking a few steps, you reached for the door handle, pressed it and went into the bedroom.

The next moment you froze in place.

Scented candles stood and burned on different surfaces of the room: on the desk, on the shelves, on the coffee table and even on the floor. On a low table there was food, from which a delicious aroma emanated. Rose petals were scattered around, and on the bed, lying on fresh and new bedding with a rose in his mouth, was Satoru.

The long body was sprawled on the mattress, the sorcerer was lying on his side, his right leg was bent in half and slightly raised up. A long arm rested on his hip, the other propped up his cheek. Rose was bouncing from the movement of Gojo's jaws.

The blue eyes met yours, and you began to see how quickly Satoru's eyebrows were moving up and down. You looked at him for a few seconds, trying to be serious, but then you covered your mouth with your hand and laughed. The rose immediately fell out of Satoru's mouth.

–This is not exactly the reaction I expected.

–I'm sorry, it's just... you... look so funny... also this rose...

–It's not tasty, if you want to know!

–Why did you put it in your mouth at all then? – you asked, trying not to laugh.

–When I looked in the mirror, I looked attractive. If you know what I mean, – he smiled at you boldly.

–You know you don't have to eat flowers to seduce me, right?

–I just want you to look only at me, – he got up and walked over to you, touching your cheek with his palm.

–Well, yes. If I meet a man with a rose in his mouth, I will definitely look only at him.

You giggled, hugging him around the waist, raising your hand and stroking your boyfriend's hair like a big cat. Satoru purred happily, hugging you back, hugging you to his chest. He muttered something, and suddenly the music started playing slowly. You couldn't hold back your laughter, snuggling closer to Gojo, starting to swing slowly from side to side with him.

The sorcerer lowered his head and began to look into your eyes.

–Before we have dinner, can I ask you to dance?

–And haven't we been dancing for almost a minute?

–Just want to make sure you don't mind.

You stood on your toes, but Satoru moved his face away from you. You jumped on the spot for almost a minute, trying to reach him, and then gave up, angrily muttering curses at the head of a tall sorcerer. Gojo laughed at your displeased face, bent down and let you kiss him.

The kiss was slow, unhurried and full of love. The sorcerer's tongue passed over your teeth, and you opened your mouth a little. Satoru almost pressed his body into yours, his lips into yours, when he made the kiss less and less innocent.

When the sorcerer broke away from you, he stuck out his tongue, his eyes were full of desire. But you just hit him on the chest, giggling and saying that he tastes like a rose.

Gojo immediately became sad and hugged you hard, saying that he would still receive your love in one form or another.

He continued to "dance" with you to the music, you hugged him by the shoulders and hung on him like a monkey. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you wondered why the sorcerer arranged such a date.

You looked ahead, enjoying the calmness, and then abruptly moved away from the body of Satoru.

–L-listen, it seems to me that something will light up soon…

–Yes, a new stage of my love for you.

–No, Satoru, I'm serious... Satoru, we seem to be on fire!

–Yes, I burn in your arms every time, because I'm a sinner, and you're my angel...

–Satoru, fire!..

–Yes, there is a fire in my heart every time I see you. And speaking of which, (Y/N)-chan. Tell me, will you become my wi?..

–Satoru, this is not the time for beautiful words, we ARE BURNING!

Gojo stopped when you started kicking him. The sorcerer sniffed the air a couple of times, and then turned his head. He almost dropped you on the floor when he saw the curtain catch fire from the candle flame.

You still fell to the floor, shouting before that almost directly into the man's ear: "BRING A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" Gojo rushed into the corridor in a panic, taking out a red object from the closet. You tried to put out the curtains and the table, which caught fire because of dried rose petals lying on it.

The sorcerer flies into the room using a fire extinguisher. You and the fire were doused with cold foam, you covered your mouth and eyes with your hands so as not to drown.

And here you are frozen in the middle of your own bedroom, the bed is dirty, just like you. The table is a little burnt, the pretty curtains now look like old rags. The food was also affected. You turned to Satoru, who was almost sobbing in despair, and, in order to somehow defuse the situation, said:

–And why did you decide to arrange this surprise? Did I forget some date again?

You looked at the sorcerer for a few seconds, and then you heard the sound of something metallic falling. And no, it wasn't a fire extinguisher. You looked down and saw a ring on the floor, lying next to a half-open black box, which obviously fell out of the pocket of a fast-moving man.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the next second the fire extinguisher fell to the floor. Satoru quickly turned around with pursed lips, clearly trying not to cry, and left somewhere, leaving you standing in the room.

You blew out all the candles, and then sat down next to the ring, looking at it. After twirling the jewelry for a while, you blushed and swallowed, clutching the jewel to your chest. After getting up, you began to slowly walk out of the corridor.

There was no light on anywhere, but for some reason you knew exactly where Gojo was. After wiping your face and hair with a wet towel, you left the kitchen and headed for the bathroom.

Two knocks. Nothing.

–Hey, big cat, are you there?

No answer. So you knocked again.

–Big ca-at!

–There is no big cat, he has gone into depression.

You rolled your eyes and looked around the door. Theoretically, you could knock it off your foot, but then your mirror will suffer, and you have been choosing it for so long! So you decided to sit down and lean your back against the door.

–I'm sure it's not that bad.

–I ruined the marriage proposal.

You flinched and blushed. It's easy to understand what Satoru had in mind, but his words still made your stomach burn. You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment and sat motionless for a few seconds until you whispered:

–I don't think you messed up anything.

–Because of me, the curtain caught fire, the food went bad, and you attended an unplanned foam party. So I decided to hide in the bathroom, because you definitely don't need to wash now," you almost easily restrained giggling. – I wanted you to go on a mission happy, but in the end now you will only think about the fact that we need to buy new curtains.

–But my trip will be fun.

Satoru was silent for a while and then said softly:

–Perhaps some sorcerers are right. I, as the strongest, should focus on saving the world, and not on... my own relationships.

You froze, in a panic, forgetting for a second how to breathe. Jumping up, you shouted that you were going to kick the door down.

–I used a cursed technique, so you won't destroy it.

–Satoru, are you really going to be offended at yourself for ruining some romantic dinner?

–It was supposed to be a marriage proposal! It's not just a romantic dinner!

You sighed and kicked the door a couple of times. Sometimes Gojo was disappointed in himself. Sometimes he looked at you and realized how little he spends his time on you. Constant missions, training students and maintaining his image took a lot of time from the strongest sorcerer. You couldn't spend much time alone with him. Therefore, Satoru has always tried to make dating, if not romantic, then at least unforgettable.

You loved Gojo. He was weird and stupid. Once you fell into the lake with him during a boat trip, but he just laughed and said that a water lily hat suits you. (Of course, then you pushed the boat, and the sorcerer was in the water with you. But instead of trying to get back on the ship, Satoru started splashing water at you and swimming away, shouting that you would never catch up with him).

However, there were also really romantic dates when Gojo was serious, when he tried his best to show that you are really more important to him than anyone else. And tonight was supposed to be one of those dates.

It seems that his desire to marry you was really serious and strong, since he reacted like that.

–Hey, big annoying cat, are you listening to me?

Again, no response. You hit the door again a couple of times, attracting attention, and then slipped a ring into the gap between the floor and the wooden surface. Gojo didn't say anything, but he took the jewelry away so quickly that you couldn't even see the edges of his fingers.

–So you're not going to get out of there? – silence. – Well, okay, good, great. In that case, I suppose I'll have to marry someone else-you couldn't see it, but you heard the sorcerer move slightly. If you're going to blame yourself for something that doesn't seem like such a serious problem to me, then I won't stop you. Still, I have only one "yes" to the question "will you become my bride, and then my wife?". Since you don't want to accept it, then I'll go and give it to someone else!

You turned around and started walking towards the front door. Three... two... one…

You were stopped by strong arms that hugged you and pressed you to someone else's chest. You exhaled with relief, and then shuddered all over your body, feeling something wet on your shoulder. Raising your hand, you stroked the sorcerer's head like a big cat, and pressed closer to him.

–I wanted... it to be romantic,– Satoru whispered into your shoulder. – What's happening now... it sucks.

–But we will definitely be able to tell everyone that our engagement proposal was the most original and memorable.

Gojo scowled and then turned you around to face him. He slowly got down on one knee, took your hand and kissed each knuckle of your fingers in turn. Then he put the ring on your ring finger and pressed your hand to his face, sighing.

–Little angel, – he raised his head to look into your eyes, – will you become my wife?

You barely smiled with lips trembling with happiness and embarrassment, unable to actually make a real, full and normal smile, and then nodded. Sitting down, you wrapped the sorcerer in a tight embrace. Classical music was still playing somewhere in the background, but you and Satoru didn't care. You just wanted to be in his arms for as long as possible. And now, when you become his wife… you can be in his arms forever.

And right now that's the only thing that matters.

Bonus (?)

–Hey, Nanamin, Megumi-cha-an, (Y/N)-chan has agreed to become my wife! Since I don't drink, you and I are going to celebrate this event at an amusement park!.. Uh? Where did you all run so fast?!.

#gojo x reader #fem!reader #gojo x fem!reader #satoru gojo #satoru x reader #Jujutsu Kaisen

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blackbeauty15 · 1 year

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cold,warm

chapter :1

Quick note ; hiii guys this is my first fanfic i hope you enjoy. the reader will be described as plus sized, African American and she will be somewhat on the tall side. you can change it thats just how i see her. this will take place when Snape was dying. i might change the dates/ years and yes there will be mature content later in the chapters but ill put a warning ;)

its over.

The war that has lasted to bring down the one home he knew is over. Harry finally beat him , Voldemort .

Severus wishes that he wasn’t bleeding out to enjoy this moment of happiness. something he hasn’t felt since the love of his life (lily )died.

continuous blood seeping out of his neck almost choking him, making him cough. this is it. He thought. he wasn’t surprised that he was going to die, He knew the consequences when he became a double agent. There are so many things he would redo if he had another chance. but at last he knew that would not happen.

Blood started to draw out of his mouth making it hard for him to breathe. his chest started to rise even faster than before, his eyes became blurry and heavy. before he caused them he saw a silhouette of a person walking… no running up to him at a fast paste. the person kneeled down fast behind his head . slowly moving severus’s head with soft ample hands softly on their lap.

They lifted his head up a little, drink this. A strong but quiet voice said you will be fine but I need you to try with the little strength you have. He felt a small vile pressing against his lips tilting downward.

He tried moving his eyes up to peer at the person who tried to save his life, he could tell it was a woman by the sweet voice that spewed from her lips.not only that but the light fruity perfume that he could smell,Honestly he found the smell comforting especially at a time like this holding our dear life.

he was so in thought that the contaminants in the vile gently streamed thru his mouth and down his throat. winching severus tries his best to drink while the woman brings her left hand down to hold the two dotted wound that leaked dark blood applying pressure making it easier for him to swallow.

Whatever she gave Severus it worked making it easier for him to breath but still he was losing consciousness.

even tho he wasn’t fully conscious he could help but think the question still was

who was this woman before passing out ?

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y/n sighed in real grabbing her wand and making the unconscious man float with a whispered spell then making her way threw the castle and on her way home. when she arrived to her small comfortable house she made sure to keep lookin to the side of her seeing if the slowly recovering man was doing fine.

opening the lock to her door the man floating behind her she slowly moves him with her wand threw the living room gently landing him on the couch. y/n takes off his shoes and sets them down on the side. she walks to the bathroom and got the first aid kit in order to patch up his wounds.

Wow, this is my life patching up a dying professor you really got something going for you she thought , But she couldn’t leave him even tho she really dint know him. well she did a little bit , hearing about him threw the castle and how he betrayed Dumbledore joining forces with an evil wizard.

She didn’t believe it tho. even thou she didn’t know Dumbledore on a personal level she could tell she was a shady old man.

Letting the golden trio get into trouble and in harms way sticking their head in drama that hal fly had nothing to do with them but never less they did help stop Voldemort. this year was her senior year officially becoming an adult , she was supposed to be partying with her friends, getting faced ass drunk. but no instead has a 35-36 year old man on her couch bleeding to death.

sighing , she stopped wasting time and got to work grabbing the first Aid kit and returning to him kneeling down face-level and got to work on his neck.

a hiss rooted out of snapes throat kind of scaring y/n sorry I’m almost done i promise. she said giving him a small smile of reassurance , taking his rough hand in the hand that wasn’t doing neck work.

He wearily tilts his head almost barely moving to the left wanting to see who was his savior.

Severus stared at her face wanting to say something, for almost one minute of Severus opening and closing his mouth like a good fish depicting what to say. Y/N peaked it out but found it quite funny and quite , cute? Maybe a little bit. After seeing how long this was gonna last she finally raised her voice.

You're welcome. She said meeting his onyx eyes staring straight into them was like staring at the stars in the sky.

Severus furrowed his brows in confusion, pursuing his lips together. He was gonna say that but his throat just wouldn’t let him , This was the first time this ever happened.

Clearly his throat lightly trying not to strain too much Severus spoke.

“Thank you for saving my life.” He never thought he would say this to someone never in a million years but

It finally happened.

Of course I would want the world famous potions teacher to die without honor now would I that’s just not a way to go. She smiled still looking into his eyes

God why are his eyes so damn enchanting the thought to her self

Severus smiled a little he may be weak but he could still read her mind . but he wouldn’t let her know that.

I'm Y/n L/n at your service . She said it a in a British accent you think being in Britain she would actually be able to imitate it but nope. Instead it was a mix between Scottish and British.

Severus continued to stare at her with a small smirk still ghostly riding on his lips. “I’m Severus, Severus snape.”

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sxrrandomfanfics · 2 years

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Consider this, a Wizard of Oz AU featuring Lili as the protagonist.

Okay, so Lili is the protagonist and we're following the idea of "The Wizard of Oz."

So the stand in for Toto is going to be Lili's dog, Mephisto (as referred to on the Campster website). If not Mephisto, it would most likely be Harold the rat and someone who's just deeply offended a girl has a rat for a pet since it's a "filthy creature."

I may create another list of characters on the journey filled with the Campers, but my current idea is this:

At the Motherlobe, people are being a tad more vocal about how... Lili can act just a bit nasty towards them. Lili feels justified because she feels they're treating her poorly so she's just treating them the same. And like, any apologies she gives are similar to: "I'm sorry you feel that way."

The Senior Agents (Hollis, Sasha, Camilla, and Morceau) are even turning on her. Someone just not wanting Harold around in the Noodle Bowl area is essentially the last straw before Lili runs off, taking a page out of Razputin's book. (Raz is probably away on a mission or with his family, somewhere.)

Course, she doesn't get too far before something goes wrong. A really bad storm hits the nearby city as she's trying to get to it while also keeping Harold safe. Harold runs into a pretty run down building, and Lili chases after. Lili and Harold end up getting knocked out and the two wake up hours later.

Now in the world of Ot, Lili finds the building in the Munchkin city, and a giant orange bubble comes down. Out from it comes Raz, with slicked back hair. He introduces himself as "Razinda" and introduces Lili to the rest of the "Munchkins" which are made up of much smaller versions of the campers from Camp Whispering Rock.

They thank her for killing the "Wicked Fallen Crown of the East," and point out that there are legs sticking out from under the building. The munchkins all cheer and suddenly, Lili is left with something that the Wicked of the East carried on him.

Just in time for the Wicked Dentist of the West to arrive and try to take it. Razinda explains it's not his to take, as it now belongs to Lili, and the Wicked Dentist instead kidnaps Raz.

The munchkins can't do anything do anything to help him, but they can tell Lili where she can go to get help. From the "Wizard of Ot."

So she follows the brick road and comes across a scarecrow woman with a big heart and motherly instinct who can't really scare the crows away because "The poor darlings are just hungry! And the farmer has so much corn!" A bit ditzy and air-headed due to the literal lack of a brain. Though, she can't remember why she doesn't have a brain. They don't have a long time before trouble brews from the corn field in the shape of a shadowy columbine that tries to chase the two until they get into the thick woods. Impacting the woods, the shadow simply disappears.

The next one they come across is the Cold and Heartless Tin Man, who tells a story of how he knew a woman he loved, but was terrified of his own feelings. Which drew upon something wicked that cursed his axe and chopped him up. The more the axe chopped up, the less he wanted the woman to see him. He was rebuilt, but nothing could mend the broken heart. So he doesn't really care about the other's being in a place they're not supposed to, nor seeing the Scarecrow, who is inexplicably compelled towards him. But once again, shadows plague them in the form of evil trees trying to throw things like apples and beehives until they're chased into a deeper part of the forest and the shadows disappear.

The trio is running ahead, and suddenly, Lili realizes that Harold is missing! They hear a roar that she begins running towards, followed by the motherly scarecrow, and the tin man follows. The third and final member is a Tiny Lion who is trying to pick on Harold, only to be hit by Lili and she scolds him. The Tiny Lion tries to justify it, saying he's a wild animal that has to eat and Lili says "pick on someone your own size!" The Tiny Lion reveals that there's no one sized like him. They're all bigger, apart from Lili and Harold. And he's not courageous enough to stand up to those creatures. Which one of them is revealed in the form of a beast covered in shadows that can breath black fire, which the Scarecrow is very scared about. The trio once again have to run. And again, the shadow chases them until it fades again.

The trio are left with the city where the Wizard of Ot lives, with only what's left of the brick road going through what appears to be a poppy field. The other three remark that they don't recall a poppy field around the city, but Lili's too determined to get answers and kick that Dentist's butt to care. She begins to run through the field, trying to get there faster and the others chase after her. But... the flowers have a much stronger scent than what Lili remembers. Smelling familiar... of a warm voice long forgotten. She wants to remember that voice. If she pressed her ear to the ground, could she hear it? The girl and her rat fall asleep in the poppy field, shortly followed by the Lion. The scarecrow and tin man are without a solution, and soon it's revealed that the Wicked Dentist and Razinda is watching this unfold.

Razinda begs the Wicked Dentist to allow him to help the group, and the Wicked Dentist agrees, only if he approves of the spell. Razinda says "a little flurry" and the Wicked Dentist agrees, proclaiming that the snow will melt soon anyways.

But it's enough that the girl, rat, and Lion wake up, and that the Tinman gets rusted and the four others help him.

They head to the City, and the guard at first refuses to let them in, until the others start bemoaning how they'll never be able to help the ones they love without seeing the Wizard. Swayed by this, the Gaurdswoman with glasses lets them in and begins to show them around. She remarks her own love is one she doesn't get to see a lot, that being the "Good Witch of the South."

The group get all gussied up and presentable to see the Wizard, who is powerful and all knowing. He tells them that the only way to get what they want is to find the "True Evil that Plagues Ot."

The five set out against the Wicked Dentist anyways, Lili thinking that he's the only one that could be the "True Evil."

As they try to approach, the Wicked Dentist now sends his own creature to try to take the girl and get the little trinket he's been after. Now, a lumbering creature he calls "Linda" with several other mutated fish goes out and fights the group, Linda ultimately grabbing Harold and Lili grabs onto it, trying to get her to let go as Lili desperately tries to make sure Harold is fine. Meanwhile the other three are left worse for wear after the fish retreat.

The Wicked Dentist holds Lili hostage, trying to get her to give up the trinket so "the shadows stop bothering him." Until then, she's kept in a dungeon, far from Harold.

The others have to break in and they think Lili needs to be saved, but the Wicked Dentist comes into her dungeon screaming as the shadow beast tries to harm him.

Lili runs up to it, and the shadow beast cowers in fear. Lili fights it and it spits out a golden compass, which the Wicked Dentist gathers up. He suddenly has a change of heart, releasing the control of all of the creatures and Lili takes the chains off of Razinda before the Wicked Dentist declares that "there will be no more cruel experiments, because this place will be BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS!"

As the trio is trying to head in, Harold, Lili, and Razinda bump into them and push them away from the building that is about to EXPLODE.

Once it does, Razinda remarks about the shadow that forms. The most evil thing in all of Ot. It takes away people's hardships to continuously torment them with it. And there's no way for them to heal without those things.

The shadow reforms out of the rubble, and tries to attack, but Lili is ready.

She individually attacks the different traumas that they all had, gaining pieces of their old selves, like the Scarecrow's brain, the rest of the Tin Man's heart (and that allows the Scarecrow and Tin Man to finally realize they remember each other), the Tiny Lion's bravery, but during the time she's about to fight Razinda's fear, the trinket she has is torn off. Razinda tries to give it back to Lili, only for Lili to have to face something that she found traumatic.

She's left staring into a box that she knows holds someone dear to her, as she holds the hand of another version of herself crying. There are also others who care about her also crying. The shadow tries to take this from her, but Lili defies it. Right after, the trinket is thrown back and Lili instead throws it to the creature that tore it off of her. The creature cannot handle it, and fades away. Leaving Lili as the hero.

But she needs to get back home. She realizes this now. She tries to go back to the Wizard to explain she defeated the two wickeds and the evil that plagued the land, but the Wizard refuses to help her. As the four argue about it, Harold goes over to a curtain to pull back, which then everyone turns to stare at, seeing Otto.

Otto explains that he came during a storm and people were so impressed that they thought he was a wizard, from there, he cultivated the city and land where he was now in charge. But he still has the way to get home.

Lili has tearful goodbyes and tries to head off with Otto, but Harold is no where to be seen. Someone tries to help her find him, only for them to realize that Otto is now leaving without her. He can't head back down, only up.

Lili fears that she may never go home, never see her father or friends again and Razinda returns with the worn out trinket. He explains the magic in it was repelling the shadows because it had the warmth and safety of a home imbued into it. The magic in it would take her to the place where she felt like she was home.

She has one more goodbye and then she and Harold leave, waking up in the Motherlobe. Some people are surprised she's there because she's clearly been out in the storm, with her soaked to the bone. Later, Truman and the rest of the "Dream Team" (Milla, Sasha, Morry, and Raz) arrives, having been trying to find the two and they're relieved.

Bonus after this adventure, Lili now has the capability of teleportation, as she teleported from that wrecked building, back to the Motherlobe.

#wizard of oz au #lili zanotto #razputin aquato #milla vodello #sasha nein #morceau oleander #caligosto loboto #harold the rat #otto mentallis #Lili gets to play the hero

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as children, Jayden and Monica lived as neighbors at a seasonal mobile home park deep within the woods off a small northwoods town, blocked in by a wide river, a seemingly abandoned dam system, and an endless expanse of trees. They were poor, and often the other residents were old or had no children, so they only had each other as friends. One summer, a new family moved in with their trailer, and brought along a daughter named Avalon; a quiet and reclusive girl, the friends bonded over all being outcasts at their local elementary school, all being from poor families, and having wide imaginations. When they'd roleplay out by the dam, Avalon would always ask to play ''Wizard Tower'', where she would declare herself a real life wizard with magical powers that could influence the future. The girls all played along, and they passed their quiet summers this way.

Before the 6th grade, Avalon's family eventually scraped enough money to purchase a nearby house in the local unincorporated area just a 5 minute walk from the trailer park home. This, however, placed Avalon on the other side of the district line, and Avalon could no longer enroll in the same school as Monica and Jayden, and instead went to the middle school twenty minutes away from home. Monica wasn't allowed to visit Avalon at her house either, as she had to cross a highway and walk down a dirt backroad to get to it, with her parents fearing that she would be kidnapped if she did so. Avalon was also forbade from going to the trailer home, and so the friend group disappeared overnight, and Monica and Jayden never heard from Avalon again.

In 2005, Jayden and Monica began their first year of highschool in the only major city closest to their trailer homes; the North Woods Union Highschool, which filtered in kids from five separate districts into one organized 8-12 grade curriculum. Jayden and Monica had only grown closer since, and even introduced Monica's girlfriend, Elijah, into the group in the 7th grade. Excited as they were to finally be teenagers, something hung over them far more excitingly; the chance to see Avalon again, and reform the trio's friendship with their newfound freedom.

What they actually found was not at all what they had expected; in just the few years apart, Avalon had changed drastically. No longer was she the reclusive, nerdy, poverty-stricken outcast that had grown her so close to Monica and Jayden: now she hung out with the track star girls, wore expensive makeup that Monica's mother wouldn't even buy, dressed in pearls and scrunchies and even came to school in kitten heels and toting an insulated lunch bag --- she was top grades, a perfect pick for the winter prom queen, already with a learner's permit in her pocket and jumpstarting her path to AP classes. Meanwhile Monica barely scraped by 8th grade with low performance scores, and Jayden was placed in special education for her erratic outbursts and issues with attacking other children for bullying her. They came to school in secondhands and lived off the reduced lunch program, took the forty-minute long bus ride that dropped them off a fifteen minute walk from their house because the route ''goes no closer to that part of the woods'', and the only clubs they wanted to join was the unofficial roleplaying club created by the news team seniors a few years prior. They were different in so many way nows, and when Monica and Jayden attempted to reach out, they found only scorn --- Avalon had fallen into the crowd that often picked on and harassed Jayden for who she was, and when she saw Avalon make quick friends with her bullies she cried on the bus ride home that Avalon was a ''shithead who forgot about us''.

Monica and Jayden thus spent their freshman year trying to forget about Avalon, as best as they could; Monica focused on her full-time job as a line cook apprentice at her father's ex-wife's ex-husband's restaurant, and Jayden tried getting on the digital production team for the school and infiltrating a Sophomore boy's video game tournament while trying to get closer to her long-time crush, an obnoxious and gangly boy named Blair who seemingly knew everyone in the school but chose to stay a loner.

They passed Avalon in the halls, had classes with her, even sometimes sat behind her during school field trips, but their worlds rarely collided. Avalon's friends quickly chose Jayden as their target for more bullying, and Monica was even the pick for a rather nasty few weeks of bullying over being a lesbian, but Avalon kept her gaze onward and away from them, never participating, never noticing, continuing to live on without them, even as they wished so hard to know why.

That is, until one day, when Elijah drove over to Monica's home; she reached in through her bedroom window and asked that Monica get Jayden and bring her to the dam as soon as possible, and that she has to go ahead of them ''so that they dont run away''.

Confused, Monica goes over to Jayden's trailer house, and they head out towards the dam, where they come to the most unexpected scene; Elijah overlooking the dam with Avalon by her side, and her bike down in the river off the shallow shore.

Elijah immediately explains the events; that before she left school, Avalon had stopped her in the parking lot and told her not to take her bike down by the dam or else her chain will snap and she'll careen down into ripcurrent of the river dam. Elijah blew her off as some weirdo, but when she made the trek her chain did just that; she panicked, and remembering Avalon's words, threw herself off to the side before her bike ran down the hill and right into the rip current of the dam. Knowing she wouldn't have listened, Avalon walked from her house to find Elijah laying in the grass, and promptly told her that she has magical powers that she was gifted ever since she was a kid, that allowed her to see and influence the future; she claims she did not make this happen, but simply saw it happen, and since she did not interfere with the events correctly that it was not avoided, and that she was thankful Elijah remembered her words --- for she needs Elijah, and Monica and Jayden as well, to help her to stop an oncoming trouble brewing within their small town, that only Avalon can see coming, and only which they can stop.

#TVWAE

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William ‘Bill’ Arthur Weasley Introduction: “To die, would be an awfully great adventure.”

tw: blood, death, description of gore

{ cis-male , he/him-they/them , 31, domhnall gleeson } during the trial of voldemort’s last major conspirators, bill weasley was spotted. they work as senior curse breaker at gringotts. rumor has it they are thrillseeking and intelligent, but i’ve heard they’re melancholic and selfless. during the battle of hogwarts they fought for the order. when i think of them, i’m reminded of eyes wide as the moon they stare up, calloused hands, sandy shoes, scarred complexion surrounded by beauty and a smell of raw steak

NAME: William ‘Bill’ Weasley NICKNAMES: Brooding Bill, Will, B AGE: 31 CURRENT LOCATION: Shell Cottage, Tinworth, Cornwall OCCUPATION: Senior Curse Breaker - Gringott’s Bank EDUCATION: Home Schooled, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry NATIONALITY: British. ETHNICITY: White British GENDER: Male. PRONOUNS: He/Him - They/Them SEXUALITY: Heterosexual / Heteroromantic BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood HAIR: Longish, Red EYES: Green. HEIGHT: 6ft.2 / 1.86m / WEIGHT: 78kg / 12st 2lbs BODY TYPE: Lean, slight ‘dad’ pouch forming FASHION: A better tailored Remus Lupin XD - shirts, waist jackets, band shirts, jeans, docs or loafers SCARS: three deep/raised cursed scars on left hand side of face, two more on left side of neck- remnants of Greyback attack. Laceration scar on his upper right arm, from the Death Eater attack at the Quidditch World Cup. Claw scars all over his chest from the Battle of Hogwarts TATTOOS: Eye of Rah on his wrist, THIS on his back - Weird Sisters logo on his forearm, other little tattoos dotted about PIERCINGS: 2x Right hand ear lobe, with dangling dragon claw on one earring and Fenrir’s tooth and claw on another OTHER FEATURES: N/A.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Thrillseeking, Intelligent, Daring, Curious, Individualistic NEUTRAL TRAITS: Cerebral, Wise, Sage, Whimsical, Rebellious NEGATIVE TRAITS: Melancholic, Selfless, Escapist, Strong-Willed, Unhealthy

HISTORY:

Bill Weasley was a war child. Raised in one war, witness to the death and carnage and horror which covered the wizarding world for years, then willing participant and aid to the second war. It’s safe to say, Bill has lived through a lot. As a child and being the oldest he had assisted his mum in raising the others, with Arthur away at months at a time fighting and their house a safe haven for injured and the lost. Chaos came naturally to him alongside keeping a cool head. So when he started school, he was a lot older in soul than most. He was a very intuitive, curious and daring- and very studious. He was one of the few students in Hogwarts lifetime to be given a time turner to complete his numerous studies and still has some of his awards in pride of place at the school. Bill was well liked, friendly and personable, and through the war years took upon himself to be a ‘father’ figure to younger students and comforting them when needed.

He also did have a bit of a ‘rebel’ streak, befriending Myron Wagtail and Kierley Duke the three of them became their own little trio of ‘musketeers’ - through them Bill came into his own, found a fashion sense modelled on 80′s punk bands and in his 7th year pierced his ear and got a tattoo. He had his heart set in starting a band, learnt the guitar and the three of them planed to become rock gods. He acted out a lot more over the summers, sneaking out of the house and going carousing in muggle cars with his friends or randomly finding themselves miles away from home and at one time- waking up on the beach of Normandy with a kazoo, a traffic cone on his head, a bottle of Kraken and an unexplainable amount of helium balloons His mum wasn’t best pleased, thinking Bill was supposed to be the role model for his other siblings. Despite him graduating with 8 NEWTS. The idea of the band fell apart slightly, Bill knowing he wasn't destined for it but he became a massive supporter of Myron and Kierley who soon found Stubby Boardman and formed the Weird Sisters. and in a way, it was in his own act of defiance to his mum he jumped at becoming a curse breaker a year later after finishing school and leaving for months at a time was a godsend. With the war over, he was free to do as he pleased and his job took him to the remotest places in the world.

Over the years he visited back home, each time his mum becoming more incensed as more tattoos were added or more stories about dangerous tombs and catacombs were told and the dangers he found himself in and the people he’d befriended. But his main joy for coming back, seeing his siblings grow and become the teenagers and adults they were meant to be. each sibling had their own personality and it wasn’t a secret Bill played favourites at times. Especially with the twins and Ginny. And he found himself spending more time at home when Ron went into his fourth year, with the tournament and things on going Bill took the time off and a part of him thinks if he hadn’t come back- maybe he wouldn’t of been landed back in a war. Because then Cedric died and Voldemort came back and he found himself taking up a desk job to remain closer to home and to take care of Arthur when he was attacked. At least there was a plus side, Fleur came into his life and it was safe to say, Bill fell hard and fast for the woman. Again, much to Molly’s displeasure, Bill was quick in forming a relationship with her but not because she was breathtakingly beautiful but because she was smart and talented and had such a fierce fight in her that Bill knew he would be a fool to let her go.

The fact after his attack she had stood by him so defiantly also became a major selling point and they simply were in complete love with each other. Fleur didn’t try to tame him or change him and put up with his peculiar style and quirks and its one of the things he respects about her. Nor did she try to tame the hatred and anger he felt towards Fenrir who had caused him so much pain. So when they decided to get married, Bill tried not to think how much he was mirroring his own parents who had married so young due to war and fear- but it seemed he was destined to follow in their footsteps and Bill still gets mad at how their perfect night was marred the way it was. But dwelling on it was no good because soon another fight was coming and he and Fleur ended up doing the exact same thing as Molly and Arthur did so long ago- turning their home into a safe house and aiding those who needed it. And when the time came to call to arms, notified by Dean who was still staying with them recovering- he and Fleur rushed to the call.

The fight was brutal and for Bill, who thought he;d seen it all, nothing would ever erase the memories of that night. All he cared about was seeing this through and making sure his family would survive. It was chaos, more chaos than he bargained for and so much was happening at the same time it was hard to pinpoint where death eaters started and the alliance finished. Hogwarts was turning into ruins and Bill found himself separated from Fleur and his family and instead fighting his way along the higher levels of the school, looking for any survivors or those who needed aid.

It was upon one of the higher levels of flooring Bill saw him once more. His blood turned into lava, his eyes flashing at seeing Fenrir knelt over, ripping into one of the students. He had yelled out a pained no, recognising the student as Lavender- who seemed unmoving and he felt a rage inside him he hadn’t felt before. Without thought he let out a shout, more on equal to a howl as he rushed towards the werewolf and with all his strength sent both of them barrelling over the side- they collided brutally to the ground, landing on a remaining level of the second floor, claws ripping into cloth and sharpened fingernails into fur and skin. Blood, bone, spit- it wasn’t anything pretty and hits continued to reign down. His wand was to the side somewhere, the heat and rush of a need to kill filled him and it was a feeling he hadn’t ever experienced before but he had reached out to grab a piece of the broken Hogwart’s stone and with ferocity proceeded to smash it continuously onto the werewolves’ skull. This was retribution. Fenrir had done this. To him and now to that poor girl. But not anymore. Nails or claws, he didn't know what they were retracted once the werewolf wasn't moving and the blood rush and strength he had felt drained, leaving him gasping and exhausted on top of the werewolf carcass and a confused Bill wondered what had happened in those few minutes.

He had personally carried Lavender into the hall when it was over, placing her beside the fallen and wept at hearing his own brother Fred had been caught up in a blast caused by them. No one had ever seen Bill cry before and he found once he started, he couldn’t stop.

Since the war, Bill has kept a steady job with Gringotts, instead accepting smaller, short term assignments and instead focused on making a life with Fleur and creating a family. They were blessed with Victoire, aptly named from the victory they were part of. Bill hasn’t mentioned to anyone his own contribution to the fight nor what he’d done. And he most likely will never speak of it. Now, he focuses on his family and helping them and being the wise older brother they go to for advice.

Connections:

Fleur Delacour - Wife Victoire Delacour - Daughter (8 months old) Fred Weasley - Brother George Weasley - Brother Ron Weasley - Brother Dean Thomas - Therapist Ginny Weasley - Sister Charlie Weasley - Brother Percy Weasley - Brother Molly & Arthur Weasley - Mum & Dad Harry Potter - Friend Kierley Duke & Myron Wagtail - Close School Friends (members of Weird Sisters)

▶ - TOP 5 PLAYLIST

tbc

#protegointro #//he's here :L

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nikyiscreepy · 3 years

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Um so like- ok, this is born from the hphm tumblr gang server (aka the "Simping Circus") which is Evil!MC au!

And uh, I had a few ideas for my bby girl so I'll leave it here.

Ok here is what I have so far for what happened:

This is set in a au where the main trio (aka Rowan, Ben and Merula) all work for R and they've tricked all the other mc's friends to help them to get Niky to R.

In this au also, Niky's mum, Elena Kovalov, gets killed by the wizarding equivalent of the Italian Mafia because they've found her. (Slow dancing through the flames of Hell will explain more) Trust me, I know it sounds like this is only for angst purpose, but this is a pretty shitty thing for everyone later on.

Anyway, after years of trying to get Niky, the R trio finally manages to get her there and the Senior members of R can proceed with their plan: Getting "Lilith" out of her.

Moral of the story, they proceed to torture her both physically and emotionally, since they only knew that "Lilith" can react through Niky's physical body only if her high sensibility is disturbed. They even break her wand assholes, as another information they had about "Lilith" was that they're heavily connected with magical objects that are somehow conscious.

Niky tries to resist all of their evil doing, and she does for a relatively long time, but since "Lilith"'s core (where the relationships an inner-self has work as a stability setter) was heavily damaged already, she blacks out and "Lilith" takes control with a lot of screaming, anger and pain.

R, pleased to see that they've made it to get "Lilith" out, then tries to paralize them so that they can calm them down and study more about Inner-selfs and how to get their powers.

However, since "Lilith" is a manifestation of Niky's magic, they manage to escape their attempts of paralyzing them by hearing from their inner-selfs their next move, and they also manage to physically beat a few R members up and break some of their bones with their bare hands. But if any R member even tried to grace Niky's skin, "Lilith" would just go berserker but leave the member alone.

In the end, they manage to escape and hide in the woods.

Omg I hope I've explained myself well enough lol, and now a few design facts for everyone:

Those "Horns" she's wearing are actually dragon fangs that she ripped off from the beast herself in a moment of total black out. Fun fact, the dragon she attacked was actually one Niky used to take care of at the reserve of Magical creatures.

Those necklaces are one made of teeth that she again personally ripped off from whoever happened to find her in the woods, along with some other animals, and one made of Kovalov Obsidian, an enchanted gem that makes whoever wears it impossible to find. (letter owls won't find her, for example)

Those red "tattoos" she has on her arms, are the representation of what she believes is Mother Earth, which "Lilith"/Niky will start worship. And if you're asking, those tattoos are made with a mixture of red berries and Niky's own mouth blood from when she feels too much. Oh yeah, savage priestess Niky, let's fucking go.

Ok now I'll get to the real meat of the design, which are her eyes, one completely black and the other is partially obscured. This represents how "Lilith" took over Niky, so they're the ones in control most of the time with Niky that, now emotionally and mentally scarred, simply follows "Lilith" without opposing too much. She's still there, but she's just too numb to do anything except for when it comes to little kids. That's the only time Niky reacts to "Lilith"'s impulses, since her motherly heart is still stupidly strong. With "Lilith" having control over her body for a long period of time, will make her change physically, since "Lilith"/Niky's magic is slowly taking over her body as well, by slowly destroying it.

Related to this, her hands and feet are black and pointy, kinda like claws, and it will extend in the future, as Niky's body wil slowly get more similar to "Lilith"'s true form. And yes, it will be very painful.

Well that was fun lol, hope y'all enjoyed this fuckfest <3

Until next time, stay safe and healthy y'all

#WOOOOO #Here we go gays #Evil!Niky is a thing #Lessgo #as for her personality #Well #You'll see #evil!au #evil!mc #hphm #niky dona #hphm mc #harry potter hogwarts mystery

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silver-strands · 3 years

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Silver & Golden | Chapter 1

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Genre: Angst, Smut, Post-War

Word count: 3373

Warnings: Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Eventual Explicit Smut, Forced Marriage, Dysfunctional Relationships, Possessive Draco Malfoy

Summary: Hermione Granger has Draco Malfoy figured out. She doesn't believe his carefully created façade of redemption and atonement that has the rest of the Wizarding society bewitched. After one reckless night ends up in her becoming the new Mrs. Malfoy, she's forced to reconsider everything she thought she knew about the enigmatic man who guards his secrets like a dragon guards its treasure.

Weekly Updates.

When it rains, it pours.

Hermione should have been aware that things almost always never go the way she plans them to, what with all she’d been through in her teenage years. She’d finally started to believe that the post-war life she had carved out for herself might be different. A nice boyfriend, even nicer friends and a job at the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures straight out of Hogwarts.

It was perfect. Too perfect.

She’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop for years now. And it had. Her long-time boyfriend and life-long friend had broken up with her in a spectacularly humiliating and public manner. Ron’s tongue down Astoria Greengrass’s throat at a ministry gala last weekend celebrating the expansion of the DRCMC - Hermione’s department! - had been plastered over the gossip pages of all newspapers and society magazines. She’d thought nothing could be worse than enduring the pitying glances and whispered words wherever she went. Silly her, she thought public humiliation, her boyfriend’s betrayal and everyone being privy to her carefully constructed life imploding in her face would be all she would have to go through.

Of course not.

Hermione glared at two matronly witches whispering behind their hands as they surreptitiously eyed her. When they noticed her scowl they scampered down the corridor, their old-fashioned robes swishing behind them. It had been close to two months and it seemed like Britain’s wizarding society was still not over the entertainment Hermione’s situation provided them.

She wondered what they would think if they knew what she had learned from Healer Abbott five minutes ago while expecting nothing more than a diagnosis of the common stomach bug. If they could only read the rolled up scroll she was gripping so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

This was different than the other hundred problems currently plaguing her. This was personal. Something that all the others witches and wizards, healers and staff currently milling about all around her in the lobby of St Mungo’s second floor would not have dared to imagine could happen to Hermione Granger, Brightest Witch of Her Age, one-third of the Golden Trio, about to become head of Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, essentially the most driven and ambitious witch in all of Britain.

No, nobody would imagine that she was capable of jeopardising her entire career and future goals in such a clichéd manner, all by herself.

Wait, that wasn’t true. She scowled as memories of gossamer soft hair beneath her fingers, an icy grey gaze trained on her lips and a chiseled pale torso languidly moving above her assaulted her mind, crumbling her resolve to not think about a certain platinum blond who had tipped Hermione’s world on its axis that fateful night.

In more ways than one, she thought as blood rushed to her cheeks.

Not wanting to spend one minute more in the place which had delivered the news of her doom, she steadily moved towards the fire-places lined for floo-travel from St. Mungo’s, dreading going back to her corner office at the Ministry.

How was she supposed to meet the eyes of all her colleagues and friends knowing what she knew? How was she supposed to carry on like nothing had changed when her whole life had?

Green flames died down behind her as she stepped into the Ministry’s main atrium, keeping her head down and hoping no one would stop her. Quickly snagging a relatively empty lift, she almost breathed a sigh of relief as she arrived at her level without incident.

She just needed time to herself. Time to regroup and compartmentalise her thoughts, come up with the best solution to this new problem which eclipsed everything that had transpired with Ron a few months back.

With renewed resolve she stepped out of the lift and looked up.

Her heart seized in her chest, missing a very telling beat at the sight of the tall, platinum blond wizard silently nodding at whatever her mentor and DRCMC head Helena Hornby was enthusiastically gesticulating about.

His face was blank and impassive and if she didn’t know better she’d think he wasn’t paying a lick of attention to whatever Hornby was so excited about. But she knew better.

Nothing slipped his notice. He was the bane of the senior members of the Ministry and the Wizengamot. She’d seen him throw their own words - said during tipsy socialising at various Ministry events - back at their faces with a barely suppressed air of haughtiness at various meetings and conferences where he lobbied for the Malfoy Estate and Holdings. He was a clever conversationalist. If he was listening to someone speak with a vacant expression, he was either cataloguing every word to memory or they were boring him to death. There was really no way to tell.

Hermione almost stumbled as she hurriedly hid behind a potted Flutterby Bush beside the lifts. Fortunately, it wasn’t in bloom, she didn’t need her newly sensitive nose assaulted with heady scents, no matter how pleasant.

She held her breath as Malfoy’s head briefly turned in her general direction as the plant shook and quivered at Hermione’s close proximity. Hornby clutched his forearm to get his attention back.

Malfoy stiffened and deftly shook off the tall woman’s hand with pursed lips. Hermione almost sniggered as he tried to suppress his annoyance. She would have rolled her eyes, but she had become entirely too familiar with the peacock dancing and preening many witches (and some wizards) attempted in Malfoy’s presence, trying to get his attention or start awkward conversation that always led to them asking him out and him turning them down.

Her mouth twisted in a grimace. Her Department head, who was happily married, was no exception to the charm of the deceptively pleasant and attractive persona her school bully now went about wearing. After the war, he had turned his public image around 180 degrees and many contributed it to his parents looming influence and legacy no longer shadowing him. Lucius Malfoy was serving life in Azkaban and Narcissa Malfoy had decided to shift to the Malfoy estate in France to get away from the shunning glances and vitriolic words of the rest of the Wizarding society.

Everyone had thought that the Malfoy heir would follow after his mother, but he hadn’t. He had defied everyone’s expectations with his actions.

Thoughts of Malfoy’s miraculous redemption fled her mind as she noticed a branch of the Flutterby nearing her stealthily. She shuffled back, inwardly cursing whoever thought putting a pot of the most unsuitable plant in the Ministry’s cold interiors would be a good idea.

Fortunately, it looked like Malfoy had finally had enough of whatever Hornby was talking about as he started to turn towards the row of lifts, probably making some excuse to leave. Hermione couldn’t hear much from her crouched position.

Let it be said that Hermione was afraid of no-one, she just did not want to deal with what she had learned that morning without forming a plan of action first.

She felt a slight tickle under her nose and she hastily slapped at the branch which had sneaked under face, but not before her nose twitched and a loud sneeze resounded throughout the lobby. She froze, her hands snapping up to cover her mouth.

She looked up, her eyes widening

Malfoy was watching her with bemusement, his head tilted to the side. “What are you doing Granger?”

Hermione scrambled to stand up with as much dignity she could muster after getting caught hiding behind a plant. She brushed off her sensible black skirt, her nose rising in the air as if nothing out of ordinary had happened.

She sniffed. “I was just checking if the Flutterby was in bloom.”

“Right," drawled Malfoy, eyes glinting with amusement as he watched her stiffly walk towards Hornby. Her department head gave her a confused look.

“You were eavesdropping. Clearly something you’re not good at.” His tone turned mocking. “Who would’ve thought.”

Hermione whirled around to glare at him. “I wasn’t—“

Her words died in her throat. Malfoy was eyeing the scroll of parchment in her right hand which she hadn’t even realised she was crumpling under her tight grip.

The scroll bound by a lime green ribbon signature of all paperwork from St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Hermione reflexively moved both her hands behind her back, her left hand clutching her right wrist in her best appropriation of a casual stance.

He glanced up impassively, giving her a terse nod before striding towards an open lift, not waiting to hear whatever explanation she might have come up with for eavesdropping on him and Hornby.

“What was that all about?” Hornby muttered, frowning at Hermione.

Her mentor was a tall woman in her mid-thirties with auburn hair and kind brown eyes. Hermione liked her. Most of the time.

She shrugged, changing the subject smoothly. “What were you and Malfoy discussing? Anything important that I need to know about?”

Hornby smiled, her eyes lighting up. “I was just reminding him about the meeting scheduled before lunch today. His presence at a HEPA meeting is going to send a strong message to all the other departments. They’re gonna take our draft legislation seriously or risk getting on Malfoy’s bad side.”

Hermione’s jaw clenched as Hornby talked about her most ambitious project as some sort of joke which could only be legitimised through a rich lobbyist’s sponsorship. House Elves (Protection and Advocacy) Bill or HEPA for short was the defining idea of Hermione’s short career, conceived when she was just a school girl shaking donation boxes under other students’ noses for S.P.E.W. After five years working at the ministry, her idea for Elfish reform was finally getting somewhere.

“Why do we need his sponsorship again?” she asked curtly. “It’s not like the bill is envisaging House Elf freedom. It’s simply outlawing Elf abuse and allowing them a chance to be represented by the ministry in legal disputes.”

Hornby gave her that patient look which always gave Hermione the impression that even though her mentor clearly admired her intellect, she thought Hermione was still a little wet behind the ears.

Usually Hermione didn’t mind it, always eager to learn more about the psyche of the upper echelons of the Wizarding society, but in this context, where her school nemesis was involved, it rankled.

“We are essentially asking for house elves to be categorised as legal entities capable of taking their masters to the Wizengamot through a Ministry representative in extreme cases. That is bound to cause an uproar, Miss Granger.” Her lips twisted in a grimace. “Never mind the fact that we have had to limit this option to a few exceptional situations and House Elves are not likely to come forward and demand justice anyway, most witches and wizards will not see eye to eye with the DRCMC on this.”

Hermione sighed, reminded of the uphill battle in front of her. She had gotten a bit distracted with the recent developments in her personal life. Her desk was piling up with statistical reports and legal research she had to review and proposals she had to draft for the exact purpose of making witches and wizards see eye to eye with them on this bill.

Hornby continued. “Wealth matters, Miss Granger. No matter how much we want the system to work purely on the basis of good morals and righteousness, if people don’t see their own advantage in these kind of things, they don’t care much for it.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “And that’s where Malfoy comes in.”

They were familiar enough with each other that Hornby didn’t mind Hermione’s cheek. “He has the galleons.” She shrugged, folding her arms. “And the connections.”

Hermione scowled. “That itself is a travesty.” She shuffled her medical report from one hand to the other. “I have to get back to work. I’ll see you at the meeting before lunch.”

With a nod of farewell, Hermione entered the archway that led to her department. The main hall contained the small cubicles for entry level workers and beyond that a series of equally sized boxed walls comprised the individual offices.

Hermione dodged interdepartmental memos as she made her way to the one north-east corner of the building. She loved her office. She only had one office neighbour directly to her left. An aged man who worked for the Office of Misinformation. She’d learned that he was long past his retirement age but still refused to actually retire. Hermione appreciated his hard work, as well as his penchant for being quiet and un-obtrusive.

As soon as Hermione entered she set about making some tea to calm her stomach. Waving her wand to start on boiling some water in the kettle kept on the side table, she took out her favourite green tea and a chipped mug Ginny had gifted her for Christmas two years ago which she only ever took out of its hiding place in the drawer when she was alone. The mug was a rather unfortunate consequence of Ginny’s lewd sense of humour and her awareness of Hermione’s aversion to Quidditch.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the looping picture of a broomstick flying on the porcelain surface before the spell “Reducio!” flashes in bold black letters and the broomstick shrinks, flying straight beneath the long skirts of an unsuspecting witch who widens her eyes.

If anyone other than Ginny had given it to Hermione, she would have clobbered them over the head with it.

Tea in hand she sat down behind her desk with a sigh, going over the disastrous morning in her head like a movie reel.

Waking up tired and annoyed after a day of meetings and draft revisions of HEPA while avoiding inquisitive glances and words in the cafeteria and the corridors, finding out that Witch Weekly had published another piece about her and Ron in their “Trouble in Paradise” section of their society pages. Which also happened to have a picture of Draco Malfoy leaving an Opera House in Paris with a long legged blonde on his arm.

That had been enough to put Hermione in a foul mood but then her stomach had decided to act up again for the fifth time that week and because her own remedies had failed her she’d finally scheduled an appointment at St Mungo’s.

Then everything had crashed and burned around her.

Hermione burned holes in the crumpled parchment on her desk with her eyes.

She was pregnant. And she knew for a fact that it wasn’t Ron’s child, not that would have been any consolation. Her relationship with her school friend was also currently on the way down the drain if she didn’t do anything about it soon.

Her priorities had shifted though, and as her mind so helpfully supplied the image of Malfoy’s cold eyes just a few minutes ago, she began to comprehend the daunting task ahead of her.

That night had meant nothing, just a way to get back at Ron for kissing the younger Greengrass girl in front of half the British wizarding society. Malfoy had been the only one who had followed her after she left the ballroom with deadened eyes and her cheeks on fire, Harry had pulled Ron away to no doubt give him a piece of his mind and Ginny hadn’t been in attendance that night.

Afterwards she had wondered if Malfoy had only followed her because he didn’t trust her wandering by herself in his manor. He hadn’t been sympathetic or pitying when he found her in an empty study, just asked her if she’d like something stronger than the glass of champagne she’d been clutching in her hand. She’d agreed and as they shared a bottle of the finest firewhiskey in front of the fireplace in silence, something reckless took over her. She’d reached across the couch and grabbed his shirt to pull his mouth down to hers.

Later she’d convince herself that it had been the firewhiskey, but she knew better, she’d been entirely too sober when she kissed him. Too sober to blame it on anything else but her need to feel those full lips on hers, to run her fingers through silver strands that created a halo around his head in the moonlight filtering in from the tall window, and to finally satisfy a forbidden curiosity that she’d kept close to her heart since fourth year at Hogwarts.

A curiosity that had strayed too far from innocent teenage musings over the years.

But the worst part was, even now that she was facing the consequences of acting on her forbidden desires, she knew that that one night had done nothing to douse the fire of the depraved thoughts that came to her deep in the night, when she was all alone.

No, that one night had only served to add fuel to the flame.

Putting her mug down with a thunk on the desk, she reached up to massage her temples as she felt the familiar pressure of a stress headache beginning to form.

When she had rejected Ron’s marriage proposal at their favourite restaurant close to three months ago, she hadn’t known that one refusal would snowball into events that would forever change her life. She berated herself for telling him no in front of the whole restaurant, she should have accepted and then gently let him down in private. Then Ron wouldn’t have felt vindictive enough to return the favour and she wouldn’t have ended up in Draco Malfoy’s arms of all people.

Then she wouldn’t be carrying the baby of her school bully.

She didn’t know where it had all gone wrong. She vaguely remembered casting a contraceptive charm after they’d hurriedly divested their clothes just enough to allow him to thrust into her and erase all thoughts of precautions from her mind. Maybe she hadn’t been precise enough. Contraceptive charms weren’t always foolproof anyway.

She’d been uncharacteristically careless and now she was paying the price.

A thought popped into her head, replacing despair with anger.

She wasn’t the only person responsible for this, Malfoy could also have been more careful that night.

He could have refused her advances.

For all that he went about displaying his superiority and for all his vows in school that she was filthy, he hadn’t objected once to sex with her. Where was all his pure-blood nonsense when it was needed. Short term embarrassment at his rejection would have been better than this.

Apart from her, Harry and Ron, everyone else believed that he had changed for the better. His countless charity drives, reparation efforts and ministry donations, as well as his tendency to be behind all the post-war reconstruction efforts as a sponsor aided that public perception. He made frequent appearances at society events and funnelled galleons where they were required in the Ministry to clear the negative reputation his father had acquired for the Malfoy name.

She didn’t buy that he had genuinely changed. Even though she had testified for him, believing that he didn’t deserve an Azkaban sentence was different from believing that he would shed his blood supremacist prejudices that easily.

Malfoys gravitated towards power, they didn’t rest until they got what they wanted. She wouldn’t put it past him to adopt a pleasant, progressive veneer to do exactly that.

Hermione got up as her stomach twisted for the second time that day. She didn’t have any of the nausea calming potions listed in the parchment atop her desk so she settled for taking deep breaths till the sensation passed.

No matter what she thought about Malfoy, she needed to tell him. Although her Gryffindor morals and passionate self-righteousness had evened out as she’d aged, she still had some tenets she stuck by. The thought of keeping the information that she was pregnant with his child from Malfoy didn’t sit right with her. No matter what she decided in the end, as the father he deserved to know about it.

As she took another deep breath her resolve hardened. She would tell him. Today. After the meeting. She would ask him to lunch and she would tell him.

#dramione #draco x hermione #Dramione fanfic #Draco Malfoy #hermione granger

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Astrologically speaking: The Weasleys

So I thought it would be fun to look at Harry Potter characters' charts and see how they line up with their personality. I doubt Rowling made these characters based on their astrological charts, but let's see if there are any coincidences!

Arthur Weasley ☉♒︎ ☽♎︎ ☿♑︎ ♀♒︎ ♂♎︎ The Aquarius-Capricorn Mercury combination certainly adds an interest in unusual things. He wants to understand and revamp muggle gadgets. He doesn't fancy muggle culture just for the sake of being weird, but he seeks to find out how these things work and rebuild them in a new way (which is quite Saturnian in its own way). He's calm and easygoing, not the one to put their kids in order; a Libra Mars is much more passive-aggressive, and prefers to be free of conflict - however, when faced with injustice or foul remarks, he is fierce. Let's not forget the time he jumped into a hand-to-hand fight with Lucius Malfoy because he belittled muggles and muggle-borns.

Molly Weasley ☉♏︎ ☽♒︎ ☿♎︎ ♀♐︎ ♂♍︎ I found that Scorpio Sun mums are much more protective than Cancers. They are the true tiger mums, going to great lengths for their kids (her fight with Bellatrix - do I have to say more? Okay "Not my daughter you bitch!"). For some reason, mothers' Marses become more visible when they have children (although in Molly's case, her Sun is ruled by Mars, so it might be it) - her Virgo Mars demands order, and her magic is focused around housekeeping. However, at the same time, she is an obviously talented witch. The Libra Mercury gives her the kind, soft-spoken demeanour she uses with Harry.

Bill Weasley ☉♐︎ ☽♐︎ ☿♐︎ ♀♏︎ ♂♎︎ Now, at first glance, the oldest brother doesn't appear to be someone with such a heavy Sagittarius-influence. But let's not forget, that this sign is ruled of Jupiter, the planet of wisdom and expansiveness. He aced all of his O.W.Ls, was prefect then Head Boy, and landed his dream job at Gringotts after graduating school - all with a laid-back attitude that is enviable, at least. He worked as a Curse Breaker in Egypt (a quite difficult job), raiding the pyramids, and the official Harry Potter site called him "the Indiana Jones of the wizarding world). Besides, his rockstar-attire screams Sagittarius with Scorpio Venus.

The Four Dragons

Charlie Weasley ☉♐︎ ☽♓︎ ☿♏︎ ♀♏︎ ♂♏︎ Personally, I think Charlie's placements are dead-on. He, too, travels away from home to work in a different country, and Sagittarians do have a fascination for dragons, I found. The Pisces Moon makes him empathetic enough to understand animals (as Hagrid once pointed out, Charlie is very good with animals), while such a Scorpio-heavy chart would make a person obsessed with a particular thing - in Charlie's case, dragons. He was also a great seeker because he was focused enough to chase down the Snitch.

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Percy Weasley ☉♌︎ / ♍︎ ☽♋︎ ☿♍︎ ♀♍︎ ♂♍︎ Percy was born right on the day the Sun changed signs. His Sun is on the last degree of Leo, but I strongly believe that is star sign is indeed, Leo. He searches for and finds his importance in the orderly things. He couldn't be swayed by sheer power (as in Voldemort), rather, he is in awe of those who have a prominent status in the social hierarchy. Not only that, but the person he looks up to has to be neat and methodical, someone who demands respect with the work they do - and if there is such a person, he's more than willing to serve them (think of Barty Crouch Senior). Furthermore, craving and enjoying the exercising of authority is a very Leo trait; which he cannot get enough when he becomes a prefect, then Head Boy.

Fred and George Weasley ☉♈︎ ☽♑︎ ☿♈︎ ♀♈︎ ♂♋︎ As for the twins, I do not really see their chart matching their personality. I know that them being born on April 1 was supposed to be a playful parallel between April's Fools and their troublemaker nature; however, such traits are better matched to Gemini's. The Moon and Mars are also in signs that are notorious for order, or the very least, passive aggression. However, where I could see their charts work out is if we look at the aspects and modalities. All are Cardinal, energetic signs - no wonder they opened a shop of their own creations (remember Arthur? They must take it after him.). This also means that these signs are in stressful, challenging aspects which create lots of dynamic energies - and all of these are signs that would rather express it outwards than turn it into an inner conflict. That is also why they are great beaters: it allows them to get rid of that excess energy.

Ginny Weasley ☉♌︎ ☽♐︎ ☿♌︎ ♀♍︎ ♂♋︎ I'd say Ginny's chart is okay. With Leo and Sagittarius, she is certainly a cool girl, almost tomboyish, and great at sports which she demonstrates in her Quidditch skills - later playing professionally which none of her brothers ended up doing. She's brave and learns quickly, although sometimes overblows her incantations which definitely fits a Leo Mercury. However, when it comes to Harry - who she really is head over heels for -, she becomes unexplainably shy and reserved; and it is a good example of how a Virgo Venus makes the most confident girls downright timid.

I'll add Ron in a later one when I get to the Golden Trio. Tell me who's your favourite Weasley!

#astrology #harry potter #harry potter astrology #weasley #weasleys #weasley family #arthur weasley #molly weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ginny weasley

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daydream-believin · 3 years

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Recipe For Disaster 2: Electric Boogaloo

Summary: Jim is NOT happy about his sister’s boyfie. (not a part two despite the confusing name)

Warnings: swearing, a gilmore girls reference, divorce kids got daddy issues

Word Count: 5560, my longest yet woohoo

A/N: here it is im finally done with this. i- im tired. i love jim he was my favorite until doux came along but he can be a little bitch boy sometimes. and the word of the day is giggle im so sorry

tags: @alovesongshewrote hope i can deliver now that you have expectations lmao

It was a good Saturday. The trollhunters trio had gotten an early start on training, and thus Blinky had released them for an early lunch. It was a particularly successful day, with Claire really getting the hang of the shadow staff, so they decided to not make poor Jim cook for once and go out for a treat. And Toby really wanted a sandwich from Benoit’s.

They opted to walk to downtown instead of biking, as a way to cool down. Plus, it would give them time to digest their food on the walk back, before they returned to training once again. Although that was more of a problem for Jim and Toby, since Blinky wanted Claire to start reading a certain book this afternoon. She’d be in the library, quietly sitting while the boys go back to running around and fighting. The spring flowers had just started returning to Arcadia Oaks. The flowerbeds that decorated town added a cheery air to the day. Happily, Jim ran up in front to kick a pebble as they came up towards the bistro around the corner. He stopped in his tracks.

“Is Y/n’s boss flirting with her?”

The other two teens came around Jim to see. Y/n laughed at Douxie’s dumb joke and put her hand on his shoulder.

“And is she flirting back?” Jim asked incredulously.

Claire didn’t take this the same way Jim did. “Aww, that’s so cute.”

“No it’s not. It’s weird. And wrong.” Jim asserted.

“What are you talking about,” Claire lowered her brows with an annoyed tone.

“No, no. he’s right. Y/n doesn’t flirt. Or date. I’m not even sure she crushes.”

Claire shook her head, “That can’t be true, TP. She’s like, old. You two just didn’t notice it.”

“Oh, no, we noticed it. She went to every school dance alone, even senior prom.” Toby added. “It was kind of sad to be honest.”

“Remember that time that big movie star came into town? He was the prettiest guy I’d ever seen, and Y/n was just like ‘eh he’s okay, I guess’. We literally had a fight over that one.” Jim chuckled.

“I literally can’t imagine Y/n in a relationship. She’s just too all over the place.”

Claire rolled her eyes and gestured her hands towards the scene in front of them. “Well, she seems to be doing just fine now.”

Jim didn’t know why, but this made him a little huffy. “Whatever. It’s just a crush, anyways. She’ll get over it soon enough.”

Douxie leaned over to give Y/n a quick peck goodbye before he headed into Mr. Benoit’s to start his shift. He had swapped shifts with one of his coworkers for the day, so he could have the evening off. Y/n headed back to the bookstore. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she left, smiling to herself. The three trollhunters still stood right where they were, staring.

“I don’t think it’s just a crush, Jimbo.”

Jim was outraged. How. How was this happening. He could understand her not telling her family, their mother could be a bit nosy sometimes when it came to her daughter’s personal affairs. But his sister had often said she didn’t have enough time to pursue a love life whenever their mother probed her. There was no way she just started having said time. Right? It was curious, too, that out of all the people she could have chosen in Arcadia, she chose Douchey. That guy had girls fawning over him wherever he went. There was no way Y/n was into that.

Come to think of it, Y/n had been acting really strange ever since she had gotten that job at the bookstore. It was so easy to make her laugh now. She was actually wearing her hair in different styles instead of her signature. She actually enjoyed Barbara’s cooking. Or at least complimented it a lot now. Still a baffling action nonetheless. It was if she was experiencing the side effects of something. And that bookstore reeked of magic. Magic had the power to drive people out of their minds. He’d had plenty of first-hand experience with that. This whole situation was fishy.

“Well, I think it’s so cute they’re together now.” Claire said cheerily. He loved her but she wasn’t exactly the best when it came to making judgement calls. Hell, the fact that she was dating him after all he’s put her through was enough proof of that.

“Well, I think its magic.” Jim deadpanned.

“What.” Claire snapped.

“He’s got a spell on her! Some sort of enchantment. A charm!”

Toby was too tired from training today to deal with this. “I’ll agree, he does have charm, have you had him as a waiter? But not the kind of charm you’re implying here, Jim.”

“Douxie is my magic teacher, Jim. I promise, he’s a really nice guy.”

“Nope. There’s no way my sister would be into a guy, let alone a guy like,” He tried to find the right words but just sputtered, “Like that!” he motioned to poor Doux, who was changing the specials sign out front. Douxie was one of those bistro employees who always got asked to draw up the sign because his calligraphy was so good. Doux had to admit, his handwriting was messy compared to Merlin’s standards, but to Mr. Benoit’s he was a calligraphy god.

Toby looked Doux up and down. “I don’t know man, Y/n is kind of alternative.”

“Yeah, who do you think helps me dye my hair all the time? And sneaks me into concerts?” Claire added.

“Okay. I get that. But he’s just not good enough for her.” Jim said through gritted teeth.

Toby sighed. “Then who is?” he asked wearily.

Jim got defensive. “I don’t know! A prince, maybe. One that’s in line to be king. Not one of those waiting-for-a-brother-to-die ones, but a real one.” He nodded his head like any of that was realistic. “Definitely not just some wizard who works in a bookstore.”

“She’s just some wizard who works in a bookstore, though.”

There was no getting through to Jim. “Think about it guys, my sister, suddenly getting cozy with a magic man? Bushigal. She’s under a spell. I’m going to fight him.”

“No, no you’re not,” Claire asserted, “You’re going to have lunch like we planned AND you’re going to be civil.” Claire and Toby both grabbed one of his arms and dragged him towards the bistro.

***

The hostess guided them to the table. Claire sat across from Jim and Toby. They were handed the menus. Claire showed interest in the lunch specials while Toby flipped to the sandwiches. Jim just brooded while he stared unblinking into the first page. And by chance, and by the fact that this scene would be boring and or pointless if not, Douxie was the waiter for said table. After handing off the check to one of his other tables, he waltzed over to the trio, happy to see his protégé.

“Ello lads, how’s it going? How’d that test go today, Claire?” Douxie ruffled her hair. Jim narrowed his eyes at the sight.

“Horrible! I bombed it for sure!”

Toby rolled his eyes, “You say that about every test, Claire, and then it turns out you aced them.”

“No I mean it this time, TP. I didn’t even finish the last three questions. It was so bad!”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Douxie chuckled. Oh to have the problems of these youngsters. Claire and Toby got into some sort of glare match where they both just made more and more aggressive funny faces at each other. Both finally conceded and they fell into giggles. Douxie was glad to see Claire having so much fun, but he noticed someone else at the table who was not having said fun. His apprentice Claire’s boyfriend, his master’s champion, and his darling Y/n’s brother, looking like his dog ate his homework, or whatever teenagers got angry about these days.

“Cheer up, lad.” Doux grinned at Jim, “Hangry? I get that. You look like you could use a good meal.”

“Well strangely I am in a cafe”

Claire kicked Jim under the table. He tried his best to stifle the grunt of pain. “Don’t mind Jim, he’s a tad grumpy from a bad training session. And we’ll take waters all around.” She smiled. Doux hurried off to go get their glasses.

In the end, Toby couldn’t pick a sandwich. He had three favorites and couldn’t decide between them yet. Jim and Claire had his back. They both got one of them and he got the third. Then they would all share the halves. A good plan. And it was a delicious one. Toby was thankful for his partners.

***

After finishing up training and walking Claire home, Jim and Toby went their separate ways. Toby had promised his Nana he’d go with her and her boyfriend to see a play in the next town over. Jim had promised his mother he’d be home for a family dinner. He wasn’t able to be home in time to cook, so this was going to be a roulette wheel when it came to food. He was betting on Y/n. As he came to the front door, he cracked it first and smelled the air before going inside as to make sure his candid reaction wouldn’t be bad. The aroma coming from the house was heavenly. Alright, Y/n. Jackpot.

Jim swung the door open wide as he strutted in. Everyone was in the kitchen, it looked like. He put his bag up and called to his family that he was home. Which was met with the two voices he had expected, but one he hadn’t. And it was a voice he didn’t want to hear right now. Douxie. Hisirdoux fucking Casperan. In his house. In his kitchen. In his territory.

Jim immediately felt his muscles tense up. He took a deep breath and put on his best fake smile before heading into the kitchen. Y/n was sautéing something over the stove. Barbara was stirring something which meant that she had insisted on helping and Y/n had done the equivalent of giving your younger sibling a game controller that wasn’t plugged in. The offending wizard was leaning over the bar counter from the other side, chatting away as if he had any reason to be here.

Once Y/n caught sight of Jim, she bubbled. “Jim! How was hiking? You three have fun?” she knew where he actually spent his Saturdays but they had to keep up the rouse for their mom. While Y/n particularly didn’t care for the lying, she also agreed with Jim that some things are best kept from worrisome mothers. Barbara gave her enough shit already for her frequent homecomings from bars and shows in the wee hours of the morning with scrapes and bruises. If their mother knew about Jim’s marginally more dangerous late-night escapades, she might actually have a nervous breakdown.

“Oh yeah, it was great. We saw a deer. It had a baby with it.”

“Majestic.” She turned and gestured to the man at the counter, “You remember Douxie, right?”

“Of course,” Jim said through gritted teeth forced into a smile. “In fact we just saw each other at the bistro earlier today.”

A timer went off. Y/n expressed her delight that something in the oven was done. Barb got some plates out of the cabinet, while Y/n pulled the main course out of the oven. She handed Jim the plates and silverware and sent him to go set the table. Jim supposed this was better than having to talk to Douxie. Until Douxie insisted on helping him. Great.

“So, Jim, I’ve heard a lot about you-”

“I’m sure you have.” Jim cut him off. Douxie was a bit confused, but figured he was still grumpy like he was earlier at the bistro. He’d leave the moody teen alone then. Perhaps he be in a better mood after getting some food in him and spending time with his family. Doux would try for conversation again then.

Jim did not get any less grumpy, to Douxie’s dismay. And Y/n’s. Y/n really needed both her family members to like her boyfriend. They were all each other had, and any strife would put a strain on their tiny closely-knit family unit. Y/n loved Douxie, and she wanted Jim and Barbara to love him to. To accept him. It would help put a validity to her feelings. If they liked him then she had made the right choice. She could never be with someone her loved ones hated. And as a bonus, it would be nice if she could give Douxie the family he never had. He deserved as much.

Luckily, Barbara had taken quite a liking to Arcadia’s most charming waiter. Jim however, was subtly hostile. Or at least he thought he was being subtle. It was very apparent to the other three at the table. As Douxie was animatedly telling Barb some story that she was laughing very hard at, Y/n turned to glare at her brother. Jim tried to feign innocence. Y/n rolled her eyes and put some more salad on her plate. Jim noticed the bracelet on her wrist. Funny, she had never been one for jewelry before. But she started wearing this one everyday right around the time she started working at the bookstore. Interesting.

Douxie finished up his story and turned his attention to Jim. He’d try once again to engage the trollhunter. He knew how important this was to Y/n. Douxie was going to make this little man like him if it was the last thing he did.

“I saw the school play you were in a couple weeks ago, Jim. You were quite the actor, and I know Shakespeare’s tough. Have you ever thought of going into it professionally? Claire’s told me she wants to. You two could be one of those celebrity power couples.”

Jim just offered a short thanks that was less hostile but not exactly enthusiastic either. Well, at least Doux was getting somewhere. It’s a start. Y/n was content with this. Jim would warm up to Douxie eventually. It didn’t have to be right away, even if she would have liked that.

After the dinner conversation had died down and the food long gone, Y/n set out to clear the table and clean the kitchen. Barbara also went to help her, but Douxie assured her he’d take care of it. He was a world class waiter after all. He stacked up the plates as Y/n grabbed the dinner dishes. And so the two set off to the world behind the wall, to clean or canoodle or whatever. Jim wasn’t too keen on thinking about it. His mother pulled him into the living room to sit on the couch and preceded to ask him twenty questions about Claire. He was almost happy when the lovebirds came back.

And then his mother made them all play some card game for three hours straight. All while the lovebirds flirted away right in front of them. It was like they had no shame. This guy just had to have Y/n under a spell or something, Jim was sure of it. There was no other explanation. As she giggled at another one of Douxie’s stupid jokes that weren’t even funny, Jim felt sick.

Finally it came time for that douchebag to leave. Jim rolled his eyes at his mother and sister fawning over Doux as he made his way to the door. He slinked over behind them to watch the guy leave and make sure that he left. As Douxie went through the door he gave Y/n a quick peck and said the stupidest line Jim had ever heard. Who does this guy think he is. Once the door was shut and Doux had indeed walked away, Jim scoffed.

“Bet that guy has a bank of pickup lines he’s memorized. There’s no way he came up with that on the fly.”

***

Jim was furious. He fought like a madman during training. Draal was just making it worse by encouraging it; he really liked the kid’s fire today. Draal had no idea what was up with him right now, but Jim was giving it his all. The trollhunter was rarely this aggressive. Blinky looked on as Jim growled and shouted with every strike. He hadn’t seen his son frothing at the mouth like this before. It was glorious. Keep this up and Angor Rot won’t know what hit him.

Claire and Toby were also training, with Arrggh, albeit with not even half as much gusto as Jimbo. They were also a wee bit distracted, trying to wind Jim down from said gusto. He came over to where they were to get some water. Taking this opportunity, Toby tried appealing to him once again.

“Dude, give it a rest, this is just like how you got all pissy about your mom dating Strickler.” Toby was exasperated.

“Y/n can’t date guys, my mother can’t date guys, no men should be frequently invited into our household! No boys allowed! Me and Toby are the only boys allowed!” Jim growled. He stormed off across the keep to go land another hit on Draal.

Blinky blinked. He was taken aback at the hostility from his charge. “So, do either of you have any idea as to what that was about.”

“Right now the winning theory is that this is like, about how heartbroken his mother was when his dad left, so now he doesn’t want that to happen again or something,” Claire sighed. Her teacher really was a good guy. Lonely too. Just like Y/n. They were going to be good for each other. Her boyfriend should be happy for them. Jim took a particularly dirty swipe at Draal. Toby grunted in sympathy. “Or maybe Douxie just poked Arcadia’s most possessive bear.”

***

Jim and Toby were walking downtown, enjoying their free time after a trollhunting mission on this fine Sunday afternoon. That is, until they came in sight of the bookstore. Jim felt that bitter feeling in his stomach again. He knew Y/n wasn’t working today. Douchey would be all alone. Now was his chance to confront this and end it before it got any worse. Toby noticed the malice in his eyes as he stomped towards the bookstore.

“Woah dude, what’re you doing?”

“I’m just going to have a little chat with Mr. Casperan that’s all.”

Toby threw his head back in exasperation. “There no talking you out of this is there?”

“Nope”

The bell jingled as they walked in. The bookshop smelled like Christmas. And Jim was about to try and talk politics with his racist uncle at the dinner table. Douxie came over and greeted them cheerily.

“Good afternoon, lads. Looking for any book in particular?”

“I’m not a part of this. I just happen to be with him physically.” Toby quickly asserted. Douxie quirked a brow at the odd statement. Jim pushed forward aggressively. Doux had the sense to back away from the boy.

“I’m onto you, wizard. Just what did you do to my sister? Did you slip her a love potion? Is that bracelet she’s been wearing charmed?” Jim growled. Toby cringed on the sidelines.

Douxie blinked. “Excuse me?”

“There’s no other explanation for your ‘relationship’. You’ve got to be magicking her. And I won’t just sit here and let it happen. That’s my sister and it’s my job to protect her from creeps like you.”

Douxie took in the boys words, and a deep breath. He tried his best not to sound too defensive and provoke the kid further, “Okay, wow. That’s quite an accusation there, friend.” He moved away from where the boy had backed him into a bookshelf. “You know, out of all that you just implied, the part I think I’m most offended by is the fact that you’d think I’d mess with Y/n’s free will like that.”

Douxie straightened some books on a nearby display. “You know Jim, when it comes to love-” Jim stormed out of the bookstore before Doux could take his lecture any further, grabbing Toby by the arm so he’d follow. Toby mouthed a big ‘I’m sorry’ to Doux as he was pulled out of the store.

***

Jim’s pencil felt abused. He was furiously scribbling the answers to his homework with a heavy hand. He still had a lot of pent up rage, even after accosting poor Doux. After snapping his lead for the seventh time in the hour, Jim decided that switching subjects to Spanish instead of math for a bit might help him calm down. He moved to his bed to start the assigned reading. He laid on his stomach, propping up his head in his hands to see his textbook. His blue eyes perused the paragraphs punctuated by cheesy cartoons. He was halfway through the third page when a knock came at his door. Taking a deep breath, he called for whoever it was to let themselves in. His sister stepped into view.

Jim ran a hand through his dark hair. Here comes the scolding. He didn’t even have to ask if Y/n had heard about what he’d done today. If Douxie himself hadn’t told her then Tobes certainly did. Jim wasn’t proud of it, now that it was all said and done. He knew he deserved whatever Y/n was about to dish out. He sat up and crisscrossed his legs. She pulled his desk chair over and sat backwards in it so that she was facing him on the bed.

That’s it. No scolding came. She just sat and looked at him, neutral faced. He squirmed at the nothing. She lifted up the coffee mug in her hands and took a slow sip, not breaking eye contact with him. Jim began to sweat. He tried to avoid her gaze by looking down at the floor, but he could still feel her eyes upon him. Sighing, he had to admit defeat.

“Okay, so I do feel bad about what I said to Douxie today.” He looked back up to meet Y/n’s eyes. She raised a brow. “It was wrong of me to jump to conclusions like that, I’m sorry.”

Y/n appeared to be satisfied by that. A smile spread across her face and she nodded to him. She stood up, and ruffled his hair on her way out. Still refusing to break her silence, she motioned for him to follow her downstairs.

***

Y/n set her coffee cup down on the table. She pulled another mug out of the cabinet for Jim. Grabbing the coffee pot from its nest under the coffeemaker, she filled Jim’s mug and topped off her own. Sliding the mug across the table to Jim, she sat down. Jim could smell the aromas of the several colorful dishes baking that he could see through the screen of the oven door. Strange, it was already half past nine. There was cinnamon in the air, so at least one of those dishes contained dessert. Jim’s stomach growled at the thought.

“You know I’m not the one you should have to apologize to, Jimbo.”

“I know, I know,” He looked at the ground, “I’ll go talk to him tomorrow after school.”

Silence filled the kitchen again. Y/n took a sip of coffee. This conversation was going to be hard. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. She took yet another long sip of coffee to figure out a good enough way to word this. She took a breath.

“So, uh- listen Jimbo. I- I know it’s tough, ya know, with it just being us. And our family’s tight because of it. But you can’t get so protective that new people can’t join it. Or even try.”

Jim took a breath, “I know it’s just, I-, what happens when we, when you, get so attached to him, and he decides that he doesn’t care for you anymore. When he turns out to be bad. When he just disappears. Like- like they do.”

“Oh, Jim,” She reached across the table for his hand. “That’s my risk to take, Jim. I fully recognize that what I’m doing is hazardous and I could get hurt really bad. But I still chose to do it. I choose it every day. We all do, when we fall in love.”

Jim took a sip and lingered, staring into his cup. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” He chuckled, “I know I’d be devastated if Claire ever wizened up and left me.”

“Look, you gotta trust me okay? Douxie isn’t dad or Strickler. I promise. He’s kind. I trust him. After you apologize, I think you really should start to make an effort to get to know him. If not for me, for Claire dude. And I think you’ll really like him. Promise you’ll give him a chance?”

Jim sighed in defeat. “Alright. I promise.”

She stood up and stretched out her back, making those stretching noises that people do. She checked the food in the oven. The buns were ready, but the quiche still needed a few minutes. She took out the pans and put them on the cooling rack. After fanning them for a few seconds, she turned to Jim, “So you want a spinach bun or a cinnamon bun?”

“How is that a question?” Jim laughed.

“Spinach bun it is then,” She teased as she tossed him the cinnamon one.

“What’s all this for anyway?” He gestured to the oven and the buns.

“Oh, uh, its actually for a date tonight?” She looked warry of how he’d react.

“Okay,” He guessed now would be as good a time as ever to start letting this go, “You crazy kids have fun.” Y/n laughed, relived.

Douxie had just finished up the sweeping and was ready to close up. As he headed to towards the front doors, he took one last look around the place to make sure he didn’t miss anything. All clean and tidy. Whoever opened tomorrow would appreciate it. He flipped the neon sign from open to nope and started locking up. Which is when his girlfriend pounced on him and almost gave him a heart attack. She just appeared out of thin air to tackle him into a hug. Scared the living daylights out of him. Y/n apologized profusely when she noticed him freak out but was still snickering between sorries so she probably didn’t mean it. He asked her just what the hell she was doing here and she picked up a picnic basket that was on the ground to show him.

“I just knew a certain wizard hadn’t eaten yet tonight.”

***

Y/n felt the ground beneath her back through the picnic blanket. The new spring growth had made them a cushion of sorts. Her head rested in the crook of Douxie’s shoulder as his arm was wrapped around her. It was nice here. Comfy. She could smell his hair and feel his chest move as he breathed. Their heartbeats made a nice rhythm to accompany the cricket song and the noise of the trees swaying. The stars were so lovely tonight. Stellar.

Douxie broke the quiet. “So I brushed up on my astrology.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/n quirked her brow. Astrology was one of her biggest interests. She’d loved it since her grandmother had given her a book about it when she was small. It was a well-worn, well-loved book. Her grandmother had handwritten things in the margins too. She’d been talking Douxie’s ears off about it during work earlier that week. Something was just so fascinating about how there were gorgeous balls of light in the sky that could tell you the future. There really was magic embedded in the fabric of the universe. It was sweet that he would care enough to learn about her interests. Very sweet indeed. The fact that he went out of his way just so he could talk to her about something she loved? Tooth-rotting. She wasn’t sure if her heart sped up because she was excited to talk about astrology or because of the sugar rush he just gave her.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve needed to look at constellations, we do have GPS now, but I think I remember enough,” He pointed to the sky, “That’s Pisces, right?”

“Yes!” Y/n couldn’t stop herself from smiling so wide her cheeks hurt.

“And that’s Aries, which marks the beginning of spring,” He looked back at Y/n who nodded to him, “oh, and look! We can see Venus tonight.”

“Hey Douxie, I love you. And You’re really making me want to kiss you right now.”

He chuckled and wiggled his eyes brows teasingly, “Ah, yes, I am aware of the effect I have.” She rolled her eyes and put her hand on his face to push him away. If he saw the blush creeping up on her, he’d just get flirtier. She wasn’t sure she could handle that. Something caught her eye and instantly stole her attention.

“Look! A shooting star! Make a wish Doux.” She pointed to the streak of light that flashed.

“I don’t need wishes when I’m here with you, Love.” If her face was pink before it was bright red now.

Y/n hid her face in her hands, “No! You were supposed to say something silly,” She came back up to look him in the eyes, “not something that makes me want to kiss you even more.”

He leaned his head in closer, “Well, what’s stopping you, Y/n”

Well, that was obviously a dare. She couldn’t not kiss him now. So she did. They melted into it instantly. At first it was sweet and slow, but they got a bit hungrier, and the kiss got a bit sloppier. Douxie smelled like the bookstore, Y/n loved the smell of the bookstore. It was everything safe in her life. He was everything safe in her life. Her best friend. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. He loved how her lips just fit together with his perfectly. Y/n Lake was everything he’d been waiting for all these years. Soft and kind, with such a beautiful heart. Not to mention, a badass. Yet, even with all his ancient baggage, she still cared for him. Made him feel like new again. Out of all the wizards of Arcadia Oaks, she chose him. He still couldn’t believe it. They pulled apart way sooner than either of them wanted, but they did have to breathe, so it had to be done. Locked in Douxie’s gaze, Y/n broke the intensity to giggle.

“But really, I was setting you up for a joke. You know what you could have done with that, Doux?” She teased.

“I’ll remember that for next time, Love.”

“Ah, they’re super rare. This is the first time I’ve ever seen one in all my stargazing years.”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time to see the next one. And the next one. All the shooting stars you want. Only seeing them every few decades could make them a special little thing for us.” He said so nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just implied that he expected their love to last for countless decades. As if it were a given. Suddenly it hit her. She could live thousands of years by his side. She would live thousands of years by his side. This was it. She wasn’t even sure humans could turn this vivid a shade of red. Y/n’s heart was gonna pop if it beat any harder.

“Stars, are you just hellbent on making me combust tonight? It too hot out here for this.” Douxie just laughed, a twinkle in his eye. She focused on her beloved stars to calm her down. She sighed, “The stars really are beautiful tonight.”

“You know what else is beautiful?”

“Me?”

“You- aww, you’ve heard that one.”

Y/n’s snort rung in the air. So, he does just have a bank of pick-up lines he’s pulling from. Interesting. Guess it must be tough having to be Arcadia’s most charming waiter. They stilled again. The comfortable silence embraced them. And they could have basked in it all night, if Douxie had not a burning question he had been waiting to ask his beloved.

“So- uh,” She looked to him expectedly, “Do you think there’s life out there?”

Y/n tried not to laugh too hard with Douxie’s very serious tone, “Yeah, yeah I do.”

Now it was Douxie’s turn to smile so wide his cheeks hurt. “Really?”

“Yeah,” She said, “I think it’d be kinda arrogant to assume that with all that vastness up there that we’re the only ones who exist.”

“That’s a really good point.” Douxie said excitedly. He pulled her tighter into his embrace and snuggled. “I think I’m going to use that on Zoe next time she tries to tell me that I’m crazy and aliens aren’t real.”

“Yeah Babe! Win that argument!” Y/n encouraged.

She peppered his face with kisses. That big smile stayed on his face as he closed his eyes in delight. He repaid her with a nose kiss. And she repaid that by starting another snogging session.

***

Little did they know that shoot star was really aliens akiriddion spaceship crash 3below wait shit the akiriddions landed in like season two and ive set this in one ugh just pretend like this makes sense hfhadhiufs

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Christmas Special of The Keeper of the Diamond (Severus Snape x reader & Lucius Malfoy x reader)

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