Whoniverse: Class - In Quill, we call this the First Fear. This is the one you always go back to and the one you can’t face, and everyone has it. Everyone. Even Quill. A soldier without fear is useless, inefficient. They win battles, but they lose wars.
Summary: At school, you feel something’s off and you can’t seem to figure out what’s making you feel so uneasy. The cute mystery boy you’ve been crushing on may be the reason (College AU).
Word Count: 1,772
A/N: This story is inspired by a post I saw here and took a life of its own.
Something felt off when you got to campus that morning. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of uneasiness surging through you and the sensation grew as the day went on. At first, you thought it was the project you had to do for U.S. History. You and your partner Steve had to gather information and prepare a PowerPoint on the Howling Commandos. While the both of you were prepared for the presentation, you despised speaking in front of the class and feared that you would mess up your end of the project. However, the presentation went off without a hitch and the both of you aced the assignment. Nonetheless, the anxiety within you never dissipated.
Charlie is the white male protagonist–the alien prince without a people. This is meant to be his tragic backstory. She’s just the terrorist who attacked his people. And yet…? This becomes her story. She is a freedom fighter against an oppressive regime. The ‘tragic prince’ is the heir to a morally questionable monarchy. He is not the hero (nor is she the villain) one would expect.
Part 2 Writer notes: As I was writing this I realised it’s way longer than I expected it to be, but that’s okay, I think this one’s pretty good, ngl ;) Warnings: None, I think? Genre: Fluff Summary: You and Draco are best friends, though you’ve always had feelings for him. After Snape moves you away from your usual spot next to Draco in class, in fear of him, a Slytherin, becoming too good of friends with you, a Gryffindor (or if it’s not Slytherin, feel free to change it to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff). You took this as a warning from Snape and started to distance yourself, doubting he’d ever want to be with you anyway. Things changed, but in the end Draco confronts you as to why you’ve been ignoring him. Word count: 1,329
It was early morning, and heading towards your second class of the day, you scanned the corridors for a particular tall, light haired figure; Draco. You and Draco were best friends, which seemed unlikely as you were in Gryffindor, but you always enjoyed his company, his wit, charm, not forgetting how funny he could be. And him? He liked the fact that, although he was a Slytherin, you could look past his house, reputation and over-dramatic tendencies and except him for the person he was. He never thought a sweet girl like you would even give him the time of day.
You would never admit it to anyone but you greatly admired Draco, so much that any other person would say you were in love with him, but no one else knew, so perhaps you weren’t… but you were.
As approaching the classroom doors, and assuming you were still quite early as you were the one of the first one’s there, you found him. He was facing the opposite direction to you, staring at the bottom of the wall in front of him.
“Draco…” you called out quietly, as not to startle him. He was knocked out of his state of daydream by the sound of your voice and then cleared his throat. “Oh…” He said, and rubbed his right eye with the palm of his hand, “Sorry.” He chuckled lightly, “I was half asleep for a minute there… you alright?” You let out a small laugh while you answered, being more concerned about him. “I’m fine, why are you so tired?” He stared at the light grip you had on your books, holding them up to your chest. You waited for his reply, following his eyes.
“Nothing, I just…” he paused “couldn’t sleep.” He was clearly out of sorts. “Hm, I can tell. Perhaps we can find something for that then. Maybe we could look a bit later for-” You stopped, startled, as you were interrupted by the loud, piercing squeak of Snape unbolting his classroom door and swinging it open.
He stepped out quickly and looked around the few students standing outside, only using his eyes, keeping his chin up. “Enter.” He instructed, slowly breaking up the two syllables and barely moving his lips apart before turning swiftly to walk to his desk.
You were inaudible as you giggled through a sigh and then looked towards Draco. He smiled back at you, almost like he was admiring how you found humour even in the most tense of situations. You were both still amused by Snape’s usual odd behaviour. Whist walking in you squeezed his arm, reassuring him that you’d continue your conversation after class. He gave you a wink, assuring you of the same.
You suddenly went shy, and smiling to yourself, you made your way to the desk at the front of the class that you shared with Draco. Yet, you were interrupted again by Snape.
“Miss Y/l/n, place yourself next to Miss Granger. That will remain your usual seat for the rest of term.” He stood in front of you. “Professor-” You started your sentence questionably toned, but he interrupted you again for the third time.
“The matter is not up for debate.” He said in the same tone. You looked to Draco as you swallowed a small gulp of air. His eyes were widened, as if he was warning you to do as Snape said, after all he was the only one who knew more of what he was capable of. “Now, Miss Y/l/n.” Snape said, more sternly, as if he was commenting on the moment of silence you and Draco had just spent staring at each other.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sit next to Hermione, in fact you two were quite good friends, but you and Draco always sat next to each other in Snape’s class. Although you weren’t really allowed to talk, you would help each other with work by pointing at sections of the book, shaking or nodding your heads to confirm the information, and passing notes. It was some of the only quality time you had together.
You huffed, dragged your books off the table, and planted yourself next to Hermione’s seat. Draco had watched you move from the place you stood behind your normal seat to the one the next row on the right and 3 behind. You didn’t notice this, and he was stood behind his seat for a few more seconds looking at you, until he also realised Snape had his eye on him, and he sat down.
Hermione hadn’t turned up yet, but you expected her to be okay with the changes, no one had the seat next to her anyway. You looked up after opening your book and found Snape focused on you from the front of the room, his expression blank.
“Y/n?” Hearing Hermione’s voice from behind, you turned to break the far too long moment of eye contact you shared with the Professor. “Hermione-” “Has Snape moved you?” She was puzzled, and glanced at him for a second. “Yes,” You continued as she took her seat next to you, “and not that I don’t want to sit next to you but… I don’t really understand why.” Looking back up again, he moved his eyes from you to look around the room as more students came in. It seemed as though he was looking for something. “Yes, it does seem odd. Normally when Professor Snape picks a seating plan he sticks to it.” Hermione added, and you shared a look, clearly both suspicious.
Nearly everyone had arrived to lesson, and Professor Snape waited to start as he watched the last group of students walk in. Then he announced something quite loudly. “Miss Virago, please take the seat next to Mr Malfoy.”
‘Who?’ You thought. You’d never really seen her, and by the look on his face, neither had Draco as he turned to look at her. She did as she was instructed. You looked to see her walk from behind you. Her tie was green and silver; a Slytherin, and her face quite preen. “Who is that?” You whispered to Hermione, sounding hurt. “I don’t know, but she’s rather pretty, isn’t she?” You also thought this, and replied sadly “Yes, I suppose she is.” Hermione saw how you were gazing at the two of them, the dark-eyed girl now giving Draco a polite smile, and then realised why your tone was so blue. “I mean, for a Slytherin.” She added. You gave her a sad smile, trying to thank her for her efforts to cheer you up. It was obvious that she now knew how you felt towards Draco but you didn’t mind. Hermione wasn’t the sort to tell anyone of this.
You looked back and didn’t take your eyes from Draco and the girl for a few seconds until Snape walked towards your desk, which you didn’t notice until he very quietly spoke. “Miss Y/l/n, suppose you and Mr Malfoy not waste time being demonstrative towards one another you might presumably get some respectable work done.”
He was staring down at you. Hermione had her head down, pretending to read as she listened in on Snape’s remark. You narrowed your eyes in on him, but trying to intimidate the most intimidating teacher in the whole school was no use. He turned and walked back to the front of the class. Draco watched the whole encounter.
Hermione passed you a small note under the table, so as not to be noticed by Snape. It read:
‘If you’d like to sit with us for dinner, you can. And you can talk to me about anything, if you’d like.’
You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her and she nodded. When class was over you left with Hermione. Not saying anything to Draco. Not even glancing at Professor Snape for a second. You just got up and left.
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We have power… Our power isn’t in a political
system, or a religious system, or in an economic system, or in a
military system; these are authoritarian systems… they have power…
but it’s not reality. The power of our intelligence, individually or
collectively IS the power; this is the power that any industrial ruling
class truly fears: clear coherent human beings. ~ John Trudell
So this is fanart of sabertooth-raccoon ‘s pjo/httyd au which I’m in love with. This is Garmr, Nico’s dragon, who is a mystery/fear class dragon. IDK…this style seems to be different from my usual style, but I like it.
I saw a post the other day that I can’t find now that criticized something that’s always bugged me about media. It seems like nearly every time fiction critiques prejudice and oppression using fantasy scenarios, the oppressed class is feared and hated for reasons that are actually pretty logical and legitimate. Take X-Men - in reality, LGBTQ people are not a threat, and fearing or hating them is a matter of bigotry and ideology. A class of people with dangerous and unpredictable superpowers? A reasonable thing to be afraid of. Or Zootopia! Having discrimination against predators represent racism or xenophobia… has troubling implications.
I know it works for dramatic purposes, but it’s really imperfect allegory.