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Ancient Moche Female Ruler Is Given A Face

We do not know what she called herself, but today she is known as the Lady of Cao. She lived and died in northern Peru 1,700 years ago. We know she was a high-status woman of the Moche culture, because she was buried in a tomb in a pyramid, with a crown and surrounded by gold and copper artifacts. The tomb also suggests that Lady of Cao may have been a warrior: she was buried a number of weapons, including two massive war clubs, and twenty-three spear-throwers!

Modern science has revealed that the Lady of Cao was in her twenties when she died, likely of childbirth or complications following childbirth.  Her feet, legs and face were tattooed with magic symbols of serpents and spiders. And now, science has revealed to us her face.

Chapter 4: I want you to want me because I’m me // Shawn Mendes


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Author’s note: So there’s a little bit of swearing in this because Shawn gets mad

RecapIt’s silent, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment from my outburst. He grips my chin softly, forcing me to meet his hazel eyes. He’s close enough that I could kiss him if I wanted to. I hold my breath waiting for his response.

Leaning close enough that our noses brush he whispers, “I’ll take my chances”, then he’s gone and I’m left standing there wondering what the heck just happened.

“Ever since the rebellion at your school you’ve been acting strange.” My sister, Steph, breaks the silence in the car. It was our ‘sister bonding time’ that our Mother makes us do every 3 or so weeks. Today we were driving to the mall, grabbing some lunch and doing a little window shopping.

I stare out the window, the harshness of the grey buildings broken up by the flash of evergreen scrubs. 

“I’ve been a little distracted.” I tell her. I wasn’t ready to tell her yet that I had found my soulmate, and that he wasn’t keen on me.

“You know you can tell me. If something was bothering you, you can tell me.” She sounds so sincere and my gaze flicks to her. Even though she says this I feel like sometimes she just wouldn’t understand. We were polar opposites personality and look wise- except for the eyes. We both had the same wide blue eyes with a rim of gold surrounding the pupil. 

Steph’s ginger hair was in ringlets today, her blue eyes framed with long lashes. She was a mix of both my parents while I looked remarkably similar to our Dad. When I was younger I thought that she took all the beauty from our parents genes and I was stuck with the brains. 

“I just… I don’t want to talk about it right now because I feel like if I do, its just going to make it seem more real.” I flip the air con on, a stream of chilled air hitting my rosy cheeks. “And that’s what I’m trying to avoid. I don’t want it to be real.”

She hums, taking a left onto Marion Street. “It sounds like you need a break from everything.” 

“I do. I really, really do.” I laugh, tucking the strands of hair that fell in my face behind my ear.

“Jace invited me to go to the club with him tonight. I think you should come.” Jace was Steph’s soulmate. They had met when they were both 14 and had immediately formed a close relationship. Steph was now 20 and their 6 year bond was another reason why I believed so strongly in the soulmate system.

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind me tagging along?” I ask hesitantly, fiddling with my seat belt.

“Of course not! Jace will understand that you need a serious pick-me-up from what ever quarter life crisis you’re going through.”

I laugh, Steph’s giggles accompanying my own. 

“One more thing before I agree to this.” I pause, meeting Steph’s blue iris’s and it looks like I’m looking at a replica of my own.

“What is it, little sis?” She says cheekily, slowing the car to a stop as red shines from the traffic lights. 

“You have to ask Mum if I can go tonight. I don’t want to face her wrath if she says no.” 

I had no clue what to wear. What if I wore the long sleeved dress and overheated? The maroon dress looked great on me but I had no shoes that went with it. Deciding to go with my gut, I wear the black sleeved dress, slipping some slightly heeled flats on as I go.

“Y/n, hurry up.” Steph calls, walking as fast as her heels could carry her, rushing to open the door where Jace had been ringing the doorbell for the past 5 minutes.

“I’m hurrying.” I snap at her, pressing a quick kiss to my mother’s cheek as I pass her, Dad was still at work.

“Have a fun time girls!” Mum shouts before we shut the door and I wave at her before closing and locking it.

“Thanks for not making me wait at all.” I hear Jace mumble to Steph, her girlish giggle making me want to run back inside and under my bed covers. I did not plan on being a third wheel tonight.

“Thanks for letting me join you guys.” I say to Jace, cutting off what ever conversation they were delving into.

“No problem Y/n.” Jace grins at me, and I could see why Steph was so obsessed with him. Tall with blonde curly locks, he was a stunner, and when he smiled, his whole face lit up. Together, they looked like they should be on the front page of every fashion magazine.

I get in the back seat, tuning out Steph and Jace’s loved up conversation and the car begins to move, the city becoming a blur.

We were let into the downtown club with no dramas. When Jace told me we were going to the South Side Club, I was surprised. It had a reputation for good liquor, loud bass and housing members of the libertas.

I didn’t say anything, didn’t mention that my soulmate was apart of the alleged rebellion that wanted to destroy everything I believed in. Maybe it was a good thing that my match didn’t want me. We were from two different worlds and a relationship between us would surely never work.

That thought alone fed the multiple drinks I sculled back. I didn’t count how many I had. All I knew was that the more I had, the less I thought of him. 

The more alcohol I consumed, the more I began to let loose. I was at the bar, on the dance floor, talking to the group of guys who looked like they had never seen a bar before- probably why they let me talk to them even after I had spilt my drink on one of them.

Someone was pulling me away from the granite counter top of the bar. I had sat down, starting up a conversation with the bartender who chuckled at my every second sentence. 

I groan, the flashing lights catching my eyes and I wince. 

“Come on Y/n, Jace and I are taking you home.” Steph’s comforting words fill my ears.

I walk beside her lazily. “I’m cool with that.” I murmur, resting my weight on her.

“How much did you drink? You smell like half the bar.” She wrinkles her nose and laughs, the sound pathetic even to me. We’re outside the club now, the cold wind nipping at my ankles. Jace has pulled the car around and he’s holding the door open as I climb into the back seat.

“No spewing in my car Missy,” Jace scolds gently. “Wait until you get home.”

I grin at him sheepishly, sending him a thumbs up I rest back into the seat and I close my eyes. Someone shakes me awake awhile later and I startle, Steph frowning down at me.

“God, Y/n you look smashed.” She helps me back out the car as its pulled up out front our house, slightly onto the front lawn. 

“I don’t feel smashed.” I giggle at her, clutching onto her arm.

“I’m going to Jace’s house so once I’ve let you in the front door I want you to go straight to your room, do you think you can manage that or do you want my help?” She sounds so strict and I salute her, nodding my head.

“I can do it boss.” I grin and she helps me up the front steps onto the small decking. Unlocking the door she holds it open for me and I lean on the wall, tailing my way into the dark house.

“Are you sure you will be okay?” Steph asks, worry in her tone.

“I’ll be okay Steph, Mum’s here and if I really need help I will go ask her.” I tell her, feeling a hint of sobriety. 

She looks at me skeptically and I shoo her, closing the door. I wait until I hear the car drive off before making my way to my room at the end of the hallway.

I grip the handle of the door, finding the small trip to the bedroom easier than I expected. When the door swings open, my lamps already on and the light stings my eyes.

“What the-” I don’t finish what I was saying, the sight of my soulmate sitting on my bed causes all my words to disappear. 

“Where the fuck where you?” He hisses at me, his eyes dark slits. Standing up, my Match marches over to me, the scent of his cologne wafting around me.

I hiccup, brushing past him leisurely. “Out.”

“It’s two O’clock in the fucking morning, I got here at 10 and I’ve been waiting 4 hours for you, wondering if something bad has happened to you, and all you can tell me is that you’ve been out?” He’s furious. Every word is coated with venom yet my mind finds no reason to take him seriously.

“I don’t care if you’ve been waiting. Why are you even here?” I groan, tugging off my shoes and placing them into my closet on the shoe stand.

“I was here to fucking talk about all that gooey shit you spilled out yesterday about soulmates.” He seethes, shutting the closet after me as I left it open. 

“Well I was busy, get over it.” I start to unzip the back of my dress when his hand stops my movement.

“What are you doing?” He breathes, and I shrug his hands off, my dress slipping slightly down my body.

“Changing into my pajamas, what does it look like?” I glare at him, forgetting that I was about to be nearly naked in front of my soulmate. I unzip it the rest of the way, my dress falling to the floor and I step out of it.

I open a dresser draw, my back to my match, and I take of my bra, chucking the large shirt over my head which falls halfway down my thighs. When I turn back to face him, he’s frozen, his eyes never leaving my figure.

He coughs, clearing his throat. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“Eh, a few.” I lie, tying my hair up in a bun.

He sighs, walking closer to me, stopping to see if I move away. I don’t.

“Where did you go tonight Y/n?” He asks me, a lot calmer then before.

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business Match.” I’ve riled him back up.

“Stop calling me that.” He demands me, his hands clenching.

“It’s not like I have anything else to call you.” I retort, closing the distance between us until I’m inches from him.

“What about calling me by my name?” He growls at me, his eyes black and the light illuminating the side of his face.

“I don’t know your name you dweeb.” I push his chest angrily, he doesn’t move an inch.

“How do you not know my name? I’m your fucking match.” His arms splay and I glare heatedly at him.

“I don’t know it because someone decided to skip the 20 questions stage of our relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship!”

“If you don’t tell me your name then I’m not telling you where I was tonight, or who I was with.” My intoxicated mind speaks for me, providing me with words that will fuel the fight.

“What do you mean who you were with?” If its even possible, his anger heightens. 

“Sorry Match, but I can’t answer that.” I say smugly, crossing my arms.

“My names Shawn, now talk.” He spits at me, I was thankful my parents weren’t on the same floor as me or they surely would have heard us by now.

“Full name?” I question slyly and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before continuing.

“Shawn Mendes.”

“Good boy.” I praise him and he scowls at me.

“Fucking talk.”

“I was with my sister and her boyfriend at the South Side Club. I drank and danced and then they took me back home.” I explain to him.

“Of course you went there.” He says more to himself then to me. He turns away from me, rubbing his jaw lightly. “Did you see anyone wearing this jacket there?”

He points to the same jacket he was wearing the day I met him, the white Libertas phrase dim in this lighting.

“I can’t remember, I was too busy getting smashed.” I say dryly, and he rolls his eyes.

“I can tell, you smell like you had a bath in alcohol.”

I stare at him, watching as he picks up some trinkets off my bookcase, examining them, and then putting them back. It was weird to see my soulmate in my own room, where I spent my life. It was even stranger how easily he fitted into it.

“What are you doing here Shawn?” His name runs smoothly off my tongue and his shoulders tense as I say it.

“That’s not important right now. You’re drunk and you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” He says tonelessly, crossing the room to pull the bed sheets away for me to hop into bed. 

“Will you tell me tomorrow then?” I whisper, abiding and slipping under the covers.

“Maybe, you may not want to see me tomorrow.” He sounds tired and I finally notice the dark circles under his eyes. He moves the quilt so its covering me again and I snuggle into them further, letting him tuck me in.

“I’ll always want to see you, you’re my match.” I yawn, feeling my eyes flutter shut.

“I don’t want you to want me just because I’m your match.” He tells me quietly, flicking my light off and zipping his jacket up.

“Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.

I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.

“I want you to want me because I’m me not because you were told to.”

Originally posted by kdrauhl

A Wolf’s Daughter

Pairing: Father!Newt Scamander X Teen!Reader

Requested: Yes

Anon: What if Newt found a 14 year old girl he found in the wood who was raised by dire wolves? And then he takes her to New York with him and when Grindel!Graves takes his case she falls out and everyone tries to restrain her, but she’s scared and Newt’s like “Don’t hurt her, please! She’s just a child she’s not dangerous!” For the fic please?

A/N: Yay, another fic is up! Sorry for the wait! In this little story, Newt is like a father figure to the reader. I thought this idea was really sweet and I hope you guys enjoy!


Newt watched in horror as she fell out of his case, roughly landing on the ground with a loud thud. The place she called home was still suspended in mid air by the mysteriously, discomforting Graves. Seriously, that guy gave her the creeps. However, that was the least of her worries.
Her sensitive ears twitched as she heard rather loud murmurs fill the softly glowing room. Her keen eyes turned to Newt, who was still restrained beside Tina and Jacob; her friends. But Newt was more than a friend, he was her family and seeing him in so much emotional pain made her snarl furiously, baring her teeth, her inhumanly sharp canines cutting through the sensitive flesh of her bottom lip.

*****5 Years Ago*****

Newt trudged through the dark forest, muttering random facts under his breath, a thing he resorted to do when he was worried or afraid. Yes, even Magizoologists get afraid of creatures at first, that’s just how they learn.
In that particular forest, Newt came wanting to learn more about the dire wolves that were rumoured to live around in the area. He had come upon nothing so far and the sun was slowly starting to set behind the horizon. Not exactly the most ideal conditions when walking through a forest. Alone. At night.

It was getting dark quickly so he pulled out his wand.

“Lumos,” he mutters, the tip of his wand immediately sparking to life, gleaming with a shining white light. “So much for trying to be discreet.”

He hears rustling near a few bushes and his muscles tense up, immediately springing into a ready position. The rustling gets closer and closer. Newt inhales sharply, preparing for the worst when a young girl’s head pops out of the bushes, her eyes reflecting the light of his wand.

Already, considerably weird. A little girl (Newt supposed she was about 9 or 10) in a forest at night. But it gets weirder when he notices a dead rabbit in the girl’s mouth, its lifeless body limp and bloody. Now, if it had been any other person, they probably would’ve screamed a few times at the sight of the girl and the dead rabbit, however, Newt had seen worse and he remained semi-calm. He shudders, this was just wrong.

He doesn’t move and he watches as the girl’s eyes shine with curiosity, eyeing his wand suspiciously. She approached cautiously and Newt made sure not to make any sudden movements. He was utterly clueless, how should he react? Should he be scared?

“What’s that?” she asks suddenly rabbit dropping out of her mouth and landing on the ground with a splat. It remained forgotten for the rest of the night.

Newt blinked, he was surprised that actual words had come out of the girl’s mouth. He didn’t know why but he wasn’t expecting her to be able to talk. Just the demeanour he supposed.

“And who are you?” she asks, her eyes flaming with a burning curiosity.

He decided to answer the last question first.

“I am Newt, Newt Scamander.” he backed away slowly to create a larger distance between him and the girl but to no prevail, she simply shuffled closer. Newt examined her movements and noticed that they were more than slightly animal-like, even beast-like. “And this is my wand.”

Not even a second after his last word, he was surrounded by a pack of wolves, all of them baring their teeth angrily towards Newt and the young girl.
Newt reacted quickly, stepping in front of the girl and pulling him behind her in a protective manner. He didn’t know why, after all, he had just met the girl in extremely odd consequences however he had the sudden urge to protect her from harm.

Dozens of pairs of eerie gold eyes surrounded him and the girl, all of them narrowing as they examined the situation at hand.

“Please, don’t attack! There is nothing to worry about, I do not want to cause any harm! We will just…be on our way…” he awkwardly tries to shuffle away with the girl to prevent any chaos but she refused to budge, stubbornly planting her feet, and hands, in the ground. Her teeth were clamped around the fabric of one of the legs of his trousers. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. So much for escaping the scene gracefully.

The young girl tugged hard, causing Newt to fall, face-planting into the ground. The girl giggled as he yelped in surprise.

“Look Mum! I caught a salamander!” the girl cried happily, her voice muffled by the leg of his trousers that was still clamped firmly between her teeth.

“That’s very nice, (Y/N).” a rough voice replies from the dark. The voice had a silhouette of a large wolf, approaching Newt and the girl - (Y/N) she had called her - with caution.

“It’s Scamander, actually,” Newt says, sitting up and blinking dirt out of his eyes. He faces the large wolf that had appeared. “You’re her mother? And you can talk?”

She didn’t answer his questions and instead growled, “Put that wand away and I’ll answer your questions.”

He hesitantly did, extinguishing the light. But before he did, he caught a slight look of astonishment on the wolf’s shadowed face as he complied and them the light flickered off. Now only the faint shine of the moon and stars overhead provided a dim glow, barely enough for Newt to faintly see the shapes of the animals surrounding him.

“Come along.” the mother wolf said curtly, leading the Newt and the rest of the pack through the forest. “(Y/N), make sure he doesn’t get lost.”

Newt immediately tripped and fell over a fallen branch, landing heavily on his hip.

“Well, hullo ground, I’ve missed you too.” he muttered under his breath.

The girl giggled and skipped ahead when she saw him get up, she seemed unfazed by the darkness, it just didn’t affect her at all.

Newt’s head swarmed with questions about the wolves and whether or not he was going to make it out of this whole thing alive. But the questions about the girl, (H/N), overpowered the other ones as he cautiously followed the group.


“Ma-gi-zoo-lo-gist.” he pronounced each syllable clearly and laughed as (Y/N) scrunched her face in confusion.

“So you’re not a salamander. You’re a wizard and a Magizoo-who-what-thing?”

He chuckled and pat her head. “Close.”
She smiled a sharp, toothy grin before running off to play with a few wolf pups. She wrestled around with them as if she was one of them. And she really was.

Newt had spent a week in the wilderness, (Y/N)’s pace keeping him company and providing him a place (or more like a pile of leaves) to stay as he studied their behaviour. (Y/N)’s father, the pack leader, allowed Newt to stay and study them when he and all the others realized that Newt was harmless, not a wizard wanting to hunt or kill.

“Not like the other ones, you. Always stay that way, Mr. Scamander.” he had said.

He had learned a whole lot and decided that he would have to leave soon and carry on with his studies and travels. But he just couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet…

He smiled as he continued to watch (Y/N), admiring her fiery personality. Never before had he ever met someone so free and open-minded, she was quite remarkable.

“She’s one of you, you know. Your kind.” the mother wolf said, discreetly standing next to Newt, watching the girl play.

“Is that so?” Newt pondered, his eyebrows raising. “I hope you don’t mind by my asking but can you tell me a little about her and her story?”

The mother wolf sighed before curling up on the brown forest ground. Then she began.

“We found her when she was very young, not even a year old I would say. A group of wizards just dropped her off in a basket in this forest. I don’t know what they expected to happen to her but that was an act of pure cruelty. Leaving a defenseless baby in the middle of the woods, they’re crazy! You can see why we don’t have a particular liking to wizards.” Newt sat down beside her, listening intently. “So I raised her as my own and I will say I am proud of what she has become. You’ve probably noticed but she has adapted quite well to the wildlife; her teeth are sharper than the average human and she has very keen senses.”

The wolf suddenly stopped and Newt could’ve sworn that he saw tears in her golden eyes.

“However, I think the time has come. She has so much potential and I hate to keep her in the wild forever. She has to return to her real world and continue to learn and grow. I’ve always tried to push those thoughts away but I cannot any longer for the perfect opportunity has arrived.” Newt’s eyes widened as she continued to talk. “I can see that you have grown very fond of my girl, and she you. Mr. Scamander, please take my daughter along with you and raise her as you do your other creatures. Show her the world and teach her all you know, give her the opportunities and experiences that I was never able to provide.”

After a day of making decisions and negotiations with the pack, (Y/N) was free to go with Newt, and she was undoubtedly sad but also very excited. They bid their farewells and hugs and kisses were exchanged, a few tears fell as well. As they left hand in hand, her small fingers wrapped around his long ones, the wolves howled in the dark, filling the air with the song of farewell.

“I promise to protect her. I will keep her safe.” he had said to her mother. “I swear upon my life.”


“What’s this?” Seraphina Piquery inquired to the tree adults restraining on the floor.

“A teenage girl,” (Y/N) answered before anyone could say anything, not moving a muscle, still ready to pounce. She tasted blood from her lip. “Never seen one before?”

“(Y/N), don’t make this worse than it already is,” Newt said, feeling very nervous. She was a strong, responsible girl but now that she had hit her teenage years, she was starting to develop a confident attitude. Though it was a perfectly good one for everyday life, however, it could probably get out of hand and misinterpreted in a room full of stuck up wizards.

“Definitely met some with more respectful personalities.” the president said, scowling. The room filled with murmurs.

“She’s strange. I detect something wolfish about her.” her ears perked when she heard the stranger’s faint whisper. The president nodded her head curtly, but before she could give an order of quarantine, she pounced on the nearest guard, her teeth bared and her fingers extended.
She created quite the diversion but it didn’t last long. Before she knew it, she was floating in mid-air, dozens of Aurors aiming the tips of their wands in her direction. Then pain, intense pain ripped through her body and she screamed, sounding suspiciously like a wolfish howl. But through all the screaming Newt heard his own name being called and her pleads of help directed towards him.

“An animal!” a wizard in the crowd shouted.

“A disgrace to wizardkind!”

“What a demonic creature!”

“No! Stop! Please don’t hurt her!” Newt yelled, his voice straining as he watched you withering in the air. “She’s not dangerous!”

“Mr. Scamander, everyone has just witnessed this girl attack one of my guards!” President Piquery huffed angrily, signaling the Aurors to cease the spells. Her body went limp and Newt’s heart was in his throat, pumping madly.

“She was scared! Though she may have tried to disguise it as sassy teen talk. But yeah, what would you do if you were in a room full of people who wanted to harm you or take you away?”

“It does not matter anymore, she had just proven our point. Take her away!” Piquery requested without hesitation.

“NEWT!” she shrieked as she was forcefully dragged away, thrashing wildly, attempting to escape. It was no use.

“Madame President! Please have some consideration! She’s just a kid!” Newt pleaded, tears threatening to fall as he watched his daughter (yes, his daughter) disappear from sight. The president didn’t even acknowledge him. He felt himself being dragged away by the guards along with Tina and Jacob.
(Y/N)’s shrieks were faint as the distance between them increased, however, her shrill voice was still ringing in Newt’s ears.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save you (Y/N).” he panted, fighting hard to escape the iron grip of his captor. “If it’s the last thing I do.”


Part 2

We’re All Sinners Down Here [PROLOGUE]

BTS x Reader

Sins!AU: You accidentally unleashed the Seven Deadly Sins while walking with friends. You’re the only one who can put them back… if you even want to.

Word Count/Genre: 910 / Angst



Originally posted by lostinbangtan

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First Kiss

The common room was noisy as it always was in the last day before the Christmas break. Students discussed how they are going to spend the holidays, what they are bought to their friends and family, or even exchanged presents as they knew they won’t see each other in the next weeks.

It was like a tradition; some of the seventh years spent almost the whole night in the warm room – which felt even warmer as several shades of red and gold surrounded them.  

“Moony.” – Sirius started with a sigh, throwing scornful glances at the mug between his friend hands. – “I can’t believe you’re drinking hot chocolate. Just take a butterbeer.” – He already reached out his hand to pick up a bottle, but he stopped him.

“Thanks, I’m good.” – Remus said before he looked into his mug with smug smile. Lily pursed her lips to choke back a grin; she knew very well that his cup only contained pure firewhisky, which she gave him as a present earlier that night.

Sirius huffed and stayed on the floor, sitting with his back against the sofa. He emptied his own bottle before he slammed it down on the carpet with a blunt thud. “I’m bored. Let’s play truth or dare.”

Several people growled and rolled their eyes, knowing these games always led into getting at least one week detention per student.

Peter shifted a yawn. “I’m in, but don’t send me into the Forbidden Forest again.”

“That was so brave!” – A fifth year girl gasped; her name was unknown for everyone except Sirius. – “Was it really scary?”

“Well, yes.” – Wormtail said proudly. – “It was.”

James let out a low laugh and messed up Peter’s hair, pushing his head a bit before he stood up from the chair and plopped down on the floor. “Let’s play the game before Wormy starts to showing off, because that’s even worse when Sirius does.” – He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the bottle.

“You’re one to talk.” – Lily said and took her place next to him. They exchanged a small smile whilst Remus, Peter, Marlene, Dorcas, and two younger girls also joined to the circle.

The bottle spun and stopped and it went on and on while they were drinking butterbeers and eggnogs; telling embarrassing secrets, funny stories, or doing dares which caused them to break definitely more school rules than they should. “You two are probably the worst head-girl and head-boy in Hogwarts’ history.” – Sirius said between laughs while the bottle was spinning around, referring to Lily and James while they didn’t even bat an eye as Sirius stole McGonagall’s skirt and left a poem in exchange.

They glanced at each other again before the bottle stopped. “Evans!” – Sirius almost shouted and rubbed his palms together. – “Truth or dare?”

She watched him with narrowed eyes. “Dare.”

He looked at her mildly impressed and excited at the same time before he fell silent, thinking for long moments before he said easily, “Kiss James.”

“No. No, I won’t kiss James. Stop!” – Lily repeated several times while there was a lot of “ooohs” and “aaahs” and chuckles.

James was silent.

“Oh, come on. You chose dare.” – Sirius tried to persuade her while Prongs just looked down, shaking his head with an almost invisible and definitely not an honest smile.

He looked up at her. “You don’t have to.”

Lily looked into his hazel eyes, only hearing Sirius voice as some distant echo. “You have to.”

She sighed and leaned closer in the next moment; she could hear as the room fell silent –

but then James pulled his head away from her. “I said you don’t have to.”

The silence was so loud they can hear some people snoring upstairs in their dorm, several closed doors away from them. James jumped up and quickly left the room; Lily stared the place where he sat two seconds ago. There were murmurs of puzzlement and too loud sipping of drinks before the redhead girl stood up as well and climbed through the portrait hole.

James was sitting in the cold and dusty floor next to the sleeping Fat Lady with his back against the wall, fiddling with a tiny bit of creasy parchment. He quickly stood up when Lily stopped in front of her; he adjusted his glasses and ran his hand through between his jet black locks before he looked away.

“James, it was just about a kiss.” – Lily said kindly, trying to calm him down as he was so obviously upset.

But she only made it worse. “Well, that’s the problem. It would have been just a kiss for you.”

Her lips slightly parted and examined James’ face carefully while he looked everywhere but into her eyes; his fingers picking an edge of a frame on the wall. Lily couldn’t help but smiling on that he always needs to fiddle with something, but her eyes widened when he suddenly turned his face back at her. “Lily, I think you know I like you.”

She raised her eyebrows; her lips lifted into a small grin. “I’m pretty sure everybody knows that.”

He closed his eyes and let out a short laugh, touching the wall one last time with his fist before he looked back at Lily. “If you’d ever kiss me, I want it to be because you want it. Not because Sirius said you have to, not just from a dare.”

She saw as he clenched his jaw multiple times while he stared a dot somewhere in the distance above her shoulder. Lily felt her heart banging against her ribs loudly, skipping a beat every time when she opened her mouth, unable to say what she wanted to say the most.

His eyes found hers when she took a step closer, placing her palms on his chest and looking down for a long moment. “I wanted to kiss you.” – She whispered after she raised her head up and before she started to close the gap between them, slowly, like she wanted to enjoy every exciting milliseconds from even the moments before their lips would touch.

His lips moved gently and slowly against hers, and Lily were sure it wasn’t because he’s a slow kisser in general – it was mainly from the surprise. James’ hands moved on her arms and stopped on the small of her back, and he still couldn’t really believe what was happening. He felt her smiling before her lips left his, and she could finally see that so familiar playful grin on his face that she loved so much. 

“I hate that grin on your face.” 

James smile widened. “Do you now? You also said you’d choose the giant squid over me.”

Lily huffed and stepped backwards, but James closed his arms around her and pulled her back, kissing her more passionately this time; and she kissed back. Stopping not even crossed her mind. 


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Bartender!Jimin x Reader

5.7k of who knows what Angst, Smut?, and Fluff?

Warnings: Use and Mention of Date-Rape Drugs, thigh riding, teasing

Ok… so… i tried… I have listened to Greedy over 100 times trying to write this… The song annoys me now. oh and do’t worry, jimin doesn’t use the date-rape drug on reader. So, Yea! Enjoy!

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The intoxicating smell of liquid confidence filled the room. Or should it be called depressant? The freshly poured round of shots was picked up by hands in your peripheral vision. A clink resounded through the air, as the grieving souls tried to forget the misery they were drowning in. Thankfully you were not included in that group of those, who needed to drink their minds to oblivion.

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Imagine: celebrating your marriage with Loki

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Glittering gold and magic surrounded you, as you became an official member of the royal Asgardian family.  Frigga futilely fought back tears as she watched her adopted son find the happiness he deserved, Thor grinned brightly as Loki lovingly accepted the responsibilities as your husband, and even Odin felt a shred of pride towards the Jotun-Asgardian he raised as a son, despite their fervent fallout.

A magnificent feast followed soon after, and the friends you had come to know celebrated with jubilation.  The joy was mostly directed towards you, due to tense relations with Loki, but both of you retained loving smiles.  Matching golden bands resided on your ring fingers, with yours housing emeralds, and his housing jewels that reflected your [E/C] eyes.  The gazes of many fell upon your new rings, which often still held skepticism.  Loki had been a powerful criminal and threat to worlds, and you were a champion of Midgard, who had been accepted into Asgard long ago.  The Golden Apples of Idun had granted you with an Asgardian lifespan, and you were still endlessly grateful to Thor for aiding you in gaining one of those sacred fruits.  The first news of your courting with the royal sorcerer had shocked the kingdom, as you were meant to be enemies.  However, your solitary souls found solace with one another, no longer alone in a world of Asgardians.

Sif gripped your arm opposite to Loki, and readily began informing you of new training lessons you would need to partake in, both for fun and regality.  You simply chuckled when she made it very clear that she expected you to be the one to clean Loki’s future messes, and you waved her off amicably.  Loki grinned at you, knowing you enjoyed his mischievous side, despite the discouragement from others.  Fandral passed by and attempted to ask for a dance, but Loki scared him off with a low growl.  You loved Loki’s protectiveness, though you did feel bad for your friend.  Fandral had learned long ago that he wasn’t your type, and in truth, he had become somewhat of a brotherly figure since you grew closer to the Asgardian royals.  Volstagg was off devouring the feast, and while you didn’t see him, you knew you would hear his praises of the meal eventually.  Hogun watched you and Loki from a distance, though his lips quirked up in approval.

As music filled the halls, Loki pulled you from bustling feast so you could share in a dance.  His lithe body was as graceful as ever, and while you weren’t the best dancer, the two of you moved together as if it was your purpose.  Loki raised your hands to his lips as the music slowed, and pressed several kisses to your fingers, before leaving a lingering kiss on your ring.  Despite yourself, you blushed at the gesture.  You had seen Loki vastly change over the years, but despite his achievements and failures, he had always been a man you held close to your heart.

A knowing smile graced Frigga’s lips as she watched the two of you, however, knowing this ceremony was more for the kingdom than either of you.  She had assisted Loki in perfecting a spell that had worked marvelously on the skin beneath your rings, where faint tattoo-like designs were your true marriage bonds, done prior to your actual wedding.  The everlasting marks bound you together, holding a stronger meaning than any metal band could.  Your lives were to be filled with battle, journey, diplomacy, and echoes of past misdeeds, and yet, neither of you held reservations about spending thousands of years side by side.

Wrong Move // Ji Hansol


the prompt: I notice you have no Hansol stories so I’m here to request one in honor of my baby (that will hopefully debut soon!!!) could I get one where his mother was super greedy so a witch cursed her first born (hansol) with gold touch? It’s really hard for him (obvs) but it’s even harder when he meets that pretty girl in the market place that he just wants to hold hands with. A little fluff but a lot of angst I want the ending to make me cry lol

words: 3006

category: lil fluff + lotta angst

author note: i hope this makes you cry like you wanted :’) i love hansol so much i’m glad i have that doctor!hansol fluff coming up bc otherwise this would be too cruel. i’m so proud of this i wrote it in only a few hours and managed to do 3k words bless

- destinee

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Three times and one (Part IV)

Being an ordinary human girl among a group of extraordinary people with peculiar abilities on an entirely different planet can be much of a challenge, more so that you have taken quite a liking into a certain God of Mischief, with whom you oddly seem to get along with very well. Sounds like trouble? Well, you kind of asked for it.

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Part I | Part II | Part III

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“See? I’m the same. Mostly.“

“How is it possible that I was chosen as the immortal guardian, right hand of the Luminate and it’s still you, turning up centuries later, still a mere mortal, who is hailed as hero?“

Guild Wars AU? Guild Wars AU. Xerath is one of the Exalted, Azir a necromancer recently reincarnated.

Or: I got way too excited about the exalted mini so I made an Azir stand-in character and then my mind ran away with me and headcanons happened.

Circumstance (Part 6)

Thank you everyone for waiting! Big revelations this chapter!!!

Tagging: @a-courtof-fangirls-and-fanfics @autumn03@rhysandpurred @crazybookladythings @readinggiraffe @devilsadvocate15 @marimarac @carolineherr15 @musiccbeach @illyrian-wingspans (let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts!)

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Rowaelin Daughter x Feysand Son

Rhys and Azriel winnow the two Archeron sisters and Ember into a room the princess had never seen before. Glancing quickly out the window, it is clear that they are in the House of Wind. Ember has been in a bad mood ever since she received the letter, but as she takes a cursory glance around the large gallery, she can feel her anger being overcome with awe and curiosity.  The High Lord and his spymaster quickly depart, leaving the three ladies to wander and explore.

“So what exactly had you wanted to see in here?” Nesta’s bored tone interrupts Ember from her wondrous inspection of the piece closest to her. She turns to find the eldest sister staring at her with a mockingly raised eyebrow. Ember straightens at the challenge.

“Many of Cadewyn’s pieces hang in his room and I desired to view more of his work. They truly are extraordinary, don’t you think?” She replies, forcing Nesta to match her level of tolerance if she doesn’t want to look more like an ass.

Nesta huffs. “Yes, of course they are.” She crosses her arms, glancing between her sister and the princess as if debating something. “Well, I have some emissary business to attend to. Elain should be able to show you around. Don’t wreck anything.”

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like, seriously. this is why i’ve been able to run this blog for months on end, and don’t have any intention of stopping.

we all like to gather round and have a chuckle about weird faces or smear frames or whatever, but the animation in this film is so good that i can sit down and go through it frame by dang frame and keep discovering more and more beautiful, subtle details

what an utterly wonderful film!

The Maid Who Stole His Heart

AN: Extra-sweet regency era romance with a wallop of fluff. Enjoy and Happy Fri-yay!

Worn and weary, Sherlock Holmes, lord of Bakers Manor, made his way across the field toward home. Redbeard trotted beside him, equally weary. Theirs had been quite the adventure, running across the city of London and back in pursuit of the most odious of men. A man who was not worthy of the title, for he has slaughtered no less than a dozen others with no reason to even attempt to justify his bloodthirst apart from an evil desire to kill.

The sun was breaking over the horizon, putting the past fortnight of tragedy and triumph in the darkness of the night, spreading tendrils of golden light over the rolling fields of his land. And as he trudged up the last slope, he stopped and breathed in deep of the clean air as Bakers Manor finally came into view.

“We’re home, old boy,” he spoke with relief and rubbed Redbeard’s neck soothingly. The faithful horse neighed, as if agreeing, and the two partners resumed their trek, but with a lighter step in their gait.

Coming to the stables, a bright-eyed boy jumped at his lord’s call and left his pitchfork in the hay bale to attend to Redbeard.

“Mighty glad to see you again, sir!”

“It’s good to be home, Archie. I trust you made sure to keep the estate in one piece while I was away.” Sherlock hid his smile when the boy puffed out his chest and nodded eagerly.

“Oh, yes, sir! Not a single brick out of place!”

Sherlock nodded. “Very good, thank you. When you’ve finished your chores and put Redbeard to rest, come inside. I have an announcement to make to the staff.”

Leaving an excited Archie to attend to his faithful steed, Sherlock made his way across the expansive yard to the stone patio.

Though he knew he should clean his person before meeting any one else, he found he could not wait a moment longer. Loping up the steps, he hurried toward the door that would be the fastest route to the rooms upstairs, where his daughters would be dozing still, no doubt.

So intent upon seeing his girls, he almost missed the sounds emanating from the open doors of the sitting room. But then the faint notes of a piano drifted over to him and he paused, his hand on the door. Turning slightly, he listened.

The pianist was certainly not one of his daughters, lest Georgina, the eldest, somehow improved far beyond her years in the weeks he’d been away. It was a soft, lovely melody played by a practiced hand that tugged at his heart, pulling him in until he found himself standing in the doorway, the fluttering curtains billowing out beside him.

With her back to the rising sun, her brown hair lit in gold and red tones by its rays, his chambermaid danced her fingers across the ivory keys, the enchanting melody an extension of herself. Sherlock stared, unsure of how he had not deduced her talent, and dumbstruck by the sight. A soft smile started to spread across his face and a warmth filled his chest that had nothing to do with the warming of the sun.


It had only taken him three years to understand just how much he had come to rely upon the faithful maid. And just as long to realize how much he loved her.


At Georgina’s cry, the lovely melody came to a sudden halt and Molly whirled about, wide-eyed. Sherlock laughed as his three daughters, whom had been sitting on the settee listening, rushed him and enveloped him in their strong little arms. Pressing kisses to their foreheads, he looked up to see Molly trying to slip from the room.

“Miss Hooper,” he called out, silencing his daughters’ barrage of happy exclamations.

Molly froze and he could see the tenseness in her shoulders, the way she gripped the doorknob tightly, her throat convulsing as she swallowed nervously.

She turned around and clasped her hands together, avoiding eye contact, her face colored with shame. “I am sorry, I should not have been so familiar as to assume I could play your pianoforte. Nor be so informal with your daughters.”

Sherlock frowned. What-

She bobbed a curtsy and whirled about, trying to escape once more.

“Wait!” He looked down at his girls, all of whom were looking at him with beaming smiles and knowing eyes. They were his pride and joy, and already as brilliant as himself, even more so if they could already deduce his intentions. Oh, how he loved them. Slowly, they let him go and stepped away, letting him go to Miss Hooper, who was trying her very hardest to look anywhere but at him, her face as crimson as a rose.

“Miss Hooper, please,” he lowered his voice and stopped just out of arm’s reach. “I did not intend to cause you distress. You have nothing to apologize for.”

Warily, she finally met his gaze, looking up at him through long, brown eyelashes. He could see she was confused at his soft tone and still afraid of being turned out. Slowly, so as not to startle her, he reached out and took her hand in his, feeling the thrill at the touch run up his arm. He swallowed thickly and, ever conscious of their audience, closed the distance between them in a single step. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him and what he saw gave him hope: a longing hidden beneath a mask of propriety and servitude.

Since he’d hired her several years hence, she had made this rambunctious, riotous house into a home; no less rambunctious, but with a little more order. She had no qualms about the many experiments, often gruesome, that he conducted and the other servants had eagerly let her take over the cleaning of his laboratory, which had led to her becoming his right-hand assistant when needed. And she wrangled his wayward daughters into charming young ladies (when the occasion arose), all without stifling their genius, encouraging both their studies as well as their curiosity in all things that society deemed “improper” or “unladylike.” She adored them and they, in turn, were devoted to her. Just like their father.

“In fact, if anyone should be apologetic, it should be me.”

Her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

Sherlock lifted his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers trail delicately over the apple of her cheek. She shivered and blinked repeatedly, her blush darkening, to his delight. “Wh-whatever for?”

He smiled softly. “For letting all this time go to waste.”

His heart pounded in fear and anticipation as she stared up at him, he could almost hear her thoughts and fears. She searched his face, her lovely brown eyes looking for answers to questions she dared not voice.

“A-are you…I-I mean…”

Sherlock lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, lingering enough to allay any further doubts she had. “If you mean, do I intend to announce to the staff this afternoon of my impending marriage, then yes. That is, if you accept my offer,” he smirked and flicked his gaze over to where his daughters were tittering in excitement. “I should inform you, my offer includes three rather unruly, but brilliant little girls who love you,” he lowered his voice and urged her to hear the truth in his words. “Almost as much as I do.”

Tears filled her eyes and she stared at him in shock. Finally, she licked her lips and cleared her throat, her voice thick with emotion as she smiled shakily. “I-I’m afraid I cannot accept an offer that has not been made.”

His knees threatened to give in relief and a smile split his face. “Easily rectified. Molly Hooper, will you-“

“No, papa! Get down on one knee!”

Sherlock shot his eldest a mock glare for interrupting. The little girl had the audacity to smirk.

“And tell her she’s pretty and that you love her with all of your heart!” Gwen chimed in.

“Yes, thank you children!” His narrowed eyes didn’t even faze the tittering girls.

Molly giggled and covered her mouth with her free hand. They shared a fond look for just a moment, then Sherlock stepped back and knelt down before her. He could feel her racing heartbeat under his fingertips and that gave him the courage to speak.

“I do, you know. Love you with all of my heart, that is. Until only recently, I tried to ignore the way I would smile when you walked in the room and the way my heart would race when I see you with the girls, loving them unconditionally. I was a fool to waste so much time being ignorant of my feelings. No more. And forget social expectation and propriety, I never gave them a moment’s care before and I hardly will now.” He took a deep breath and reached into his breast pocket to pull out the betrothal ring he had purchased in London. Ornately engraved gold ivy surrounded the band, twining itself around a single ruby. Beautiful in its originality, just as Molly was. “Molly Hooper, will you be my wife?”

Immediately, she nodded, a beaming smile on her teary face. “Yes, of course I will, you dear, silly man!” Slipping the ring on her finger, he jumped up and caught her into his arms. But before he could kiss her as he so desperately wanted to, they were assaulted by three small girls who were overjoyed and insistent upon seeing the ring and hugging their mother-to-be.

The youngest, Genevieve, in her arms and Gwen and Georgina burrowed in her skirts, Molly’s smile could have rivaled the sun for its warmth and brightness. Seeing them all together, his family, he knew finally listening to his heart was the greatest decision he had made. His kiss could wait.

Catching his eye, Molly leaned her cheek atop Genevieve’s downy curls and sighed happily. “I love you, too.“

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heres a nurseydex prompt if you want: au where dex is an art major and nursey is a model for one of his classes

Lardo was hands down the coolest, secretly-sweetest, most intimidating person Dex has ever met. She had taken him under her wing as soon as she had spotted his paint stained flannel and freckle constellation tattoos, arched achingly alone with his notepad. She even dragged him to Haus to meet all of her weird hockey friends after he confessed that it was hard getting to genuinely like some of the other art students. He was taken aback by how much he liked the small Georgian boy who was obsessed with baking and he honestly looked up to one of the team co- captains like he was an older brother. The only member of the team he didn’t immediately love was Derek Nurse. Nursey was an English major minoring in poetry and he reeked of the same “special snowflake” attitude most of the other art students possessed. He wore expensive clothes, bought expensive, frilly coffee drinks and flashed the whitest teeth that Dex had ever seen on a living person. He was spoiled and entitled and pompous and Dex hated him, which is why he was so furious when his Studio in Art professor assigned the students corresponding models for their living portraits project and his folder read Derek Nurse. The menace himself was thrilled, even offered to let Dex go through his closet to pick his photo shoot outfits but Dex begrudgingly that he was being painted and the portrait was nude. He seemed even more excited after that and Dex considered dropping out. Nursey was a douche but he was also extremely attractive and Dex was going to have to see his rippling muscles and washboard abs and hockey ass and Dex was going pass out. Nursey leaned in way too close to ask if Wednesday nights were okay and Dex choked on his coffee a little when he relied fine.
Nursey shows up to Lardo’s studio ten minutes late with a tray of coffees from the small coffee shop near campus. He huffs as he drops his jacket to the ground and toes off his shoes, taking in the pile of blankets and pillows in the center of the room. There are several large lights pointing at the apparatus and a stool and aisle poised just outside the lit area where Dex is mixing a sample of colors for the pillows. Dex takes a moment to set the palette down before he turns to address his model, yet when he sets eyes on Nursey the man is mostly naked and striding towards him
“I’ve modeled before, William, no need to be shy.” He’s peeling off his boxers as Dex simply points to floor and directs his position.
“Lean back against the pillows, tilt your head back and bend your left leg at the knee, foot flat on the ground.” Nursey complies easily, smiling gently and closing his eyes.
“I got you a coffee, black with no cream or sugar like you like it.” Dex feels a tug in his chest as he realizes Nursey memorized his coffee order. He takes in every detail of Nursey’s chiseled body before starting his soft strokes, moving the brush slowly.
Before he knows it three hours have passed, and the sun is setting a warm pink glow on Nursey’s dark, gorgeous skin. Dex finished the small detailing on Nursey’s lips before dimming the lights and tossing a robe at the model. Nursey’s eyes open lazily and he smirks at Dex as he pushes the robe off his lap and strides naked across the room to collect his clothes. Dex doesn’t have the strength to look away as Nursey walks away, his perfect ass bouncing and stretching as bends to pick up his boxers. It happens again and again, week after week until the project is finished and Dex doesn’t want to stop seeing Nursey and his beautiful body so he asks Nursey to model for other “projects” that are purely recreational. But Nursey doesn’t have to know that.
Nursey sat shirtless covered in gold glitter surrounded by peonies, he laid nude on the hard wood with a pink silk sheath placed artfully over his body, he let Dex streak white paint over in limbs in a Kim Kardashian esque fashion. Every session allowed the artist and the model to reveal more about themselves, Nursey’s mothers are loving but distant and he spent most of his childhood alone or with uppity rich white kids and Dex’s parents were ‘crunchy granola’ hippies who encouraged Dex to be an artist after their first two children grew to be a biologist and a lawyer. They learn each other’s favorite pizza toppings, favorite movies and where in the world they wan to travel the most. They spend every Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday afternoon together until Dex’s gallery showing and Nursey swells with pride when most of Dex’s portfolio is Nursey, as if he were more of a muse than a model. Lardo takes several pictures of Nursey in front the copious portraits and Dex’s face burns the entire time. The majority of the hockey team is there to support Lardo but they provide wolf whistles and hollers when they see Nursey’s naked body. There are several cheeky comments and innuendos pointed at Dex but he brushes them off in favor of watching Nursey’s flushed face.
“You should come by the Haus after the gallery, Bitty made pecan pie.” Nursey nudged him slightly before sauntering away as Dex stutters a “yeah”.
When he arrives at the Haus, Ransom and Holster make the same chirps about his septum piercing and his all encompassing freckles and he laughs with them because he knows it’s all in good fun. The goalie (Chowder??) asks Dex a million questions about art and Maine and lobsters and traces his constellation tattoos with his eyes. Bitty distracts everyone long enough (with pies of course) for Nursey to pull Dex up to the reading room unnoticed.
They sit side by side and stare at the stars in silence, letting the warm spring night wash over them. Nursey trails his finger tips over the constellation on Dex’s right arm. “Orion’s belt?”
Dex nods slowly, then unbuttons the crisp blue button up to reveal a night sky on his skin. Hercules sat on his shoulder, Taurus and Cancer were on his back and Ursa Major on his chest. Dex brushes a hand over Nursey’s arm, tracing the intricate band. “What does it mean?”
Nursey laughs and whispers, “Does it have to mean something?” But Dex looks incredibly serious.
“It’s forever. It should hold some value. Isn’t that your expertise as a poet? Finding a deeper meaning in everything?” There was not a single hint of teasing in Dex’s voice, his face is open and and honestly confused, and Nursey’s heart swells.
“It was an act of pure vanity, I guess. I got it because the design was intricate and beautiful and I wanted to be more beautiful.” Dex is perplexed next to him and Nursey let’s out a nervous laugh.
“Derek there’s something I really need to show you.” His head snaps up but Dex is holding up his blank phone screen. “A mirror.” He takes the phone out of Dex’s hands and places it on the rooftop before moving into Dex’s space.
“Let me show you something.” When their mouths press together Dex tries to paint every emotion Nursey pressed under his skin into Nursey’s lips.

The Princess and the Pirate [Pt. 3] (Harry Hook x reader)

Words: 2,284

Warnings: some bullying, character development ;)

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry it took so long to post this part! I finished it but then deleted like half of it bc I saw a way to write this that would kind of tie some things together. I really hope you guys enjoy! As always, feel free to send questions, requests, and comments! <3 (also, yes. I did make the daughter of Tiana and Naveen have a fear of frogs, but think about it! Wouldn’t you be freaked out knowing that your parents had been voodoo-ed into frogs? Bleh!)

When y/n woke up the next morning, she turned, expecting to see Harry still snoring beside her. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed to find that he wasn’t there. She begrudgingly stood, deciding that she should get dressed for school that day. She froze. School. She was going to have to escort Harry Hook, one of the few kids from the new group invited to Auradon, to school on his first day. She mentally kicked herself. How could she forget? She had been too wrapped up in all that had happened in the past few days that it just slipped her mind.

She rushed to the kitchen after hurriedly dressing,  skidding to a halt when she saw Harry and her dad casually talking over their plates of eggs and bacon. She shot her mom a confused look, but Tiana just shrugged and handed y/n her own plate.

Harry turned and smiled at y/n. “Mornin’, sunshine. Yer dad was tellin’ me all about yer fear of frogs.”

“Dad! That’s secret, remember?”

Naveen laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “My mistake! In my defense, it was Harry to asked for ridiculous stories.”

Y/n sat down between her father and Harry. “So, Harry. Are you ready for your first day at Auradon Prep?”

Harry frowned through his mouthful of eggs. “That’s today?”

“Please tell me you at least read over your schedule.” Y/n pleaded, rubbing her temples. The day had barely started and she was already getting a headache.

“Was that the piece of paper with all the times and stuff on it? I left it on Uma’s ship.” He admitted, taking a gulp from the cup of milk that Tiana poured for him.

“Wow, okay. Good to know.” Y/n rushed to finish her breakfast and tapped Harry’s shoulder to signal to him that they needed to get going.

“Thank you so much fer breakfast. It was wonderful.” Harry thanked Tiana, grabbing his red leather coat from off of the back of his chair. “I look forward to hearing more of yer stories, sir.” Harry called to Naveen as he exited the kitchen.

“Take care, kid,” Naveen called back. Tiana gave Naveen a look. He smiled. “Is it wrong that I like that kid?”

Harry listened carefully as y/n explained to him how Auradon Prep worked. He was, of course, very confused. He couldn’t seem to understand why kids would want to be in class on time. Back on the Isle, being late was a good thing (in a bad sort of way). She explained that people didn’t take kindly to being threatened. Harry decided to pretend he didn’t hear that bit.

“Harry, I’m serious. You can’t-” y/n stopped walking. They were almost there and Harry’s mischievous grin seemed to grow more and more dangerous looking as she explained what not to do. “You know what? You’re just going to stick with me for the day.”

“Am I?” He asked, sounding much too innocent for y/n’s liking. “You’ll probably regret that.”

Y/n knew he was right, but she would never admit it. “No arguing. It’s not like you know where you’re going anyway. “ She pointed out. “I’ll just be your unofficial tour guide. Maybe I can meet some of your friends from the Isle!”

Harry’s eyes darkened. “No,” He snapped. He glanced over to see y/n’s reaction. He realized how stupid it was of him to snap at her. “I mean, you probably wouldn’t like them. They’re…a lot to handle.”

“Oh come on, they can’t be that bad.”

Harry tilted his head to the side, a smirk on his face. “You do remember that Uma abducted your king, right?”

“You did too.” Y/n reminded him. “There. Welcome to Auradon Prep!”

Harry gaped at the school. It was a castle, tall and elegant, lined with gold and surrounded by lush grass. At first, he was awestruck, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of the place.

Y/n grinned at his expression, happy to see that he was impressed with it. Then she saw his expression change. It was like he closed himself off. His mouth turned down in a frown, he took his eyes away from the wonderful castle. “Let’s go. I don’t wanna be late fer class.” His frown was slowly replaced with a mischievous grin as he spotted Gil from across the courtyard.

What y/n didn’t realize was how bittersweet it was to be there. Seeing something that amazing formed a knot in his stomach. Back on the Isle, they got scraps. He wanted nothing more than to see how the kids here would react to the school back on the isle. It disgusted him that they were treated with the worst things just because of what their parents did.

Determined to complain about the goodies with someone, Harry decided that Gil would be quick to agree with his opinions on the privilege of hero’s kids.

Harry turned to y/n, putting on his best ‘excited’ face. “That’s Gil! Would ya mind if we caught up? We haven’t seen each other since I was cheated by that shadowy pig.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll see you in class?”

“Right. See ya there.”

Y/n, still unsure of why his demeanor was changing so often, decided that seeing someone he knew from the Isle might help him adjust. Oh, how wrong she was.

Y/n stomped down the halls, practically boiling over with rage. She threw the door to the principal’s office open, jabbing her finger at a rather pleased looking Harry Hook.

“You had one job, Harry. One. Job.” She turned to the receptionist and slammed a piece of paper down on the desk. She had to write a note explaining his current living arrangement so they could figure out where he would be once he was suspended. That’s right. Suspended.

“Calm down, princess. It was just a prank.” He laughed as y/n dragged him out the doors and towards her home. She dragged him halfway through the forest, her feet kicking up loose rocks on the path.

She whirled on him suddenly, catching him off guard. “A prank? Harry, you set Ben on fire.”

Harry held up his hands. He was quite amused. It was the first time he had seen y/n this mad. “He just happened to be in my personal space bubble. Yer supposed to respect those here, aren’t ya?”

Y/n, now really mad, stomped on his foot as hard as she could.

“OH BLOODY-WHAT WAS THAT?” Harry howled, bending down and massaging his toes.

“That, Harry Hook, was for you being such a selfish pig.” Y/n screamed at him before turning and stalking off towards her house.

“Is this about the frog thing? I didn’t have anything to do with that.” Harry called after her.

She froze, letting a cold, harsh laugh out. “Oh, really? So it wasn’t you who signed your name in my locker and put a giant toad in there?” She reached into her bag and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She stomped towards him and jabbed it in his face. “That wasn’t you?”

Harry stood and took the paper, looking really, really confused. “No, of course not. That’s not my handwriting and I don’t even write in…blue.”

He stopped talking and took a deep breath. “Uma.”

Y/n was so angry at that point that if looks could kill, the whole of Auradon would be nothing but ruins. “Uma. She did that? She humiliated me in front of my friends?” She turned to Harry, her eyes desperate. “You had nothing to do with it, right? You didn’t plan it?”

“Y/n, love, I may not be a good person, but I don’t want to see you upset.” He replied. “I’ll talk to Uma about this. Oh, and y/n?”

She turned and faced him. He was taken aback by how she had switched from being a burning ball of hatred to looking so hurt and frail. Y/n had only tried to help him adjust and he had told her secret to the least trustworthy person he knew. He desperately wanted to make her feel better but knew that she probably already hated him. As if she didn’t hate you before, he thought to himself.

“I’m sorry.” He meant it too. No one was really allowed to have feelings that extended past toleration for another person on the Isle. What he felt for her was different. It was like how he had described the Isle. Wonderfully horrible, because he had no clues as to what he was feeling other than the fact that it was strange and dangerous. Horribly wonderful, because he felt like she saw him as another person and not as just a villain kid. He just wanted to be near her all the time. He wanted so badly to hear about what life was like for her, growing up in a place like this. He wanted to learn all about the things she loved and the things she hated. He wanted to know it all.

“Harry?” He looked up at her, seeing the sad smile on her face. “I forgive you.”

Hesitantly, he opened his arms. He wasn’t sure how the whole ‘hugging’ thing worked. His dad used to wrap Harry in his arms, but it was always followed with Harry being thrown about.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at his confused gesture. She walked into his embrace anyway. “I don’t think you meant to hurt me.” She whispered against his chest, just loud enough for him to hear. “I think you trusted the wrong person.” After a pause, “I’ll admit that setting Ben on fire was kind of funny.”

Harry laughed. The sound made y/n grin, laughing against him. A warm blush appeared on her face. She pulled back and wiped the frustrated tears from her eyes. Harry tensed before pulling her hands away from her face and replacing them with his. He wiped her tears away.

“Princess, I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure Uma leaves you alone.” He promised. It suddenly became very clear to him how close they were and how intimate that gesture was. He backed away suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, right. I should probably go…be suspended now.”

“No, you’re not suspended.”

Harry gave her a look. “Y/n, I’m pretty sure that I am.”

She shook her head. “No, I know that. I mean I’m going to fix,” She waved her hands around vaguely. “This.”

Harry chuckled. “I don’t doubt it. Yer quite fiery.”

“Harry Hook. Tell me that wasn’t a pun. Please tell that wasn’t a pun at King Ben’s expense.”

He shrugged before walking away towards her house. “I’ll be here. Come get me once you’ve bailed me out.”

Y/n shook her head, laughing despite all that had happened that day. She turned around and began walking back towards the school. She was going to have to come up with an excuse to let Harry stay, and she knew she needed a good one.

Harry hid in the shadows as he watched y/n walk back towards Auradon prep. He knew something was up, he just didn’t know what. He cut through the trees and made his way back to the school via a different route so that y/n wouldn’t see him. Peeking through the gaps in the trees, he saw a familiar head of aqua braids.

“Uma!” He moved closer to the edge of the trees and called out her name. He watched her cautiously approach the trees, her hand searching for her sword which she had been forced to turn in when she entered the school.

“Harry? Is that you?” She stepped within his reach. He grabbed her arm and yanked her into the trees with him.

She twisted out of his grasp, a cool grin on her face. “So it is you.”

“Why did you do that to y/n?” He asked, desperately wanting to believe that she had a good reason.

With a scoff, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Why? Because she’s trying to keep you from seeing us, from seeing me, again. You’re one of us, Harry. I was actually making an effort here for you, but knowing that she’s manipulating you? It just set me off. No one messes with my crew; except for me.”

“Manipulating me? Uma, she saved my life. I told you that! She wanted me to go and catch up with Gil, to find my friends from the Isle!” Harry stopped suddenly, getting a hunch as to what was really going on. “Who told you she was manipulating me?”

Uma hesitated. “Drew Facilier.”

The name hung in the air before Harry spoke.

“He’s here. Of course, that’s why he was in the forest. Ben chose him to come to Auradon?” Harry glared at Uma. “You believed him over yer own best mate?”

“Well, can you blame me? Harry, you’ve obviously got a thing for the girl. Forgive me if I’m a bit worried about your judgment when she’s involved!” Uma snapped.

“Okay,” Harry held his hands up in defense. “I can see where yer comin’ from, but trust me. This girl has done nothing but good things for me. Drew attacked me a second time, did you know that?”

Uma blinked. “No.”

“Did you know that y/n saved me from him?”


“Alright. Do you trust her now? I mean, come on Uma. Drew has only ever wanted to make everyone around him miserable. He played you.”

Uma was clenching her fists so hard that her knuckles were white. “Oh, he’s gonna pay for that.”

Harry smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her deeper into the woods. “There’s my Uma. Now, let’s go plot our revenge.”