yes24 gangnam olympus hall fansign ♡ 170426 translation: iheartshinee_
apparently a shawol (or shawols) bought a section of land on the moon under jonghyun’s name. when they showed jonghyun both him and his manager were shocked. jonghyun asked: “what is this? are you saying this is my land? my land? this is all mine?”
Summary:Greek mythology!AU. James Barnes is the most feared man of the world. Mortals know him as Hades, God of the Underworld. You are a goddess yourself mortals call Persephone but you’re still scared of James. When Zeus and Demeter betroth you to Hades, you are furious. But you also can’t deny you’re drawn to the dark, attractive god. Maybe he’s not what he seems. What better person than you to look behind his facade, his wife.
A/N: Hey loves! I tagged everyone who voted for this story. Let me know if you want to be untagged and of course if you want to be put on the taglist. Also this first chapter is to introduce the twelve Olympian Gods, so you have an idea which of the Avengers is supposed to be which god of the Greek mythology. xoxo Debbie ♥
Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes (Hades) x Reader (Persephone)
Gold. Gold and white polished marble was all around me. Today was my first time on Mount Olympus. I had a feeling about the home of the twelve most powerful gods would be pretentious, but this even outweighed my imagination. The great hall, where the councils were held, was enormous.
In the middle of the half circle stood the biggest and most pompous marble throne. Right next to the throne from our king of the gods, Zeus, was the one for his wife Hera. On each side of those two thrones were five smaller ones for the remaining gods. All of the twelve Olympians were currently sitting on their own rightful white polished marble throne.
The roof of the great hall was pillared, decorated with the symbols of the gods hewn in the white stone. The giant columns were embraced by hundreds of sky blue and golden flowers, making the whole hall shine heavenly and tempting. Floating in the air were thousands of lights in bulb shape, illuminating the hall, and casting slight shadows on each of our faces.
I was standing beside my mother, Maria, formally known as Demeter, who was talking quite animatedly with Athena beside her. I knew Athena all my life, which gave me the privilege to address her as Sharon. Due to respect we all spoke to one another with our godly titles and even more so at official congregations.
Like anticipated we were waiting for Zeus and Hera, our king and queen to appear for the meeting to begin. So far I still had no clue why I should attend this gathering in the first place. Some of the gods, like the twins Artemis and Apollo almost looked apologetically in my direction more than once. Others like Ares, Hermes and Dionysos sent me suggestive winks from time to time. Arrogant idiots!
I heard of their escapades, more times than I could count, and I clearly had no intention of being part of a single one. Not now, not in the future. My gaze wandered to Aphrodite and Hephaestus who had only eyes for the other. I was wondering if that was because of them being newly-weds or the fact Natasha was the goddess of love.
They were obviously happy in love and I caught myself wishing for someone to look at me with the same amount of devotion as Bruce looked at Natasha. My thoughts were interrupted when Tony and Pepper at last decided to show up. My father sent me an unnoticed smile before greeting everyone. Normally my father would hold a long speech and the fact he got straight to the point made me kind of nervous.
The more when he also sent me side glances over and over again. “The reason I asked you all to come, can simply be said with a single word. Hades.” To say my curiosity was awoken would be an understatement. I knew not much of Hades, brooding and dusky god of the dead and king of the underworld. On very rare occasions he would be invited on Mount Olympus, but his empire was the underworld and not the world above.
Only on very rare occasions Hades itself would show up on Mount Olympus, to take part at the meetings. The more I was paying attention to the next words my father spoke.
“We all know it’s nothing special or uncommon my dear brother stays secluded in the underworld. But now some worrying news got to me and my brother Poseidon’s attention.” Tony nodded at Steve, my uncle and god of the seas, who took it upon himself to continue.
“I spare you all the details, but the underworld is slowly falling apart. Hades lives more reclusive than ever. He ignores his duties of ruling the underworld and taking care of the souls. We came to the conclusion what Hades needs is a companion, someone who wakens his interest, helps him rule his empire and brings him back to live his life as the king he is. It is super important to make sure the balance of the worlds is ensured. We quickly came to the only solution. Hades has to get married.”
After this statement everyone started to speak loudly with his neighbor. The god of war, Thor, formally known as Ares was the loudest to be heard, with his loud booming voice.
“Who possibly would want to marry Hades willingly?” He said mocking. Zeus once again rise to speak. “Luckily we already found the perfect woman to become his wife. There couldn’t be someone more fitting. I’m proud to announce my lovely daughter Persephone will be marrying Hades.”
No way! I was shocked, unable to form words or even process what just happened. I could feel all eyes in the hall on me. I took a deep breath, to wake up from my surprised state.
“Are you kidding me right now?! No way I’m becoming the wife of Hades! Let alone my uncle!” I gritted out through my teeth, anger clearly evident in my hysteric voice.
“You know my brothers and I were created not made. You’re not blood related. It’s already decided. You will go right after this meeting. But you can’t let Hades know about our decision, he can never know about our arrangement. If he knew he would be grievously hurt in his pride. It has to be his free will to marry you. You need to make him fall in love with you. You understand?”
“But …” At my attempt to reason with my father his commanding voice, like I called it, came out.
“[Y/N]! I am your father! And I am your king! You will do as I say! When the meeting is over you will go to the underworld, you will make Hades fall in love with you and you will become his wife! End of the story!” He took a small dramatic pause.
“Do you even have an idea how important it is to remain the balance?! You are the most logical choice. As goddess of spring who breathes life into dead flowers and creates light, you’re ideal to bring some stability in the underworld. There can be no life without death and no death without life.”
I knew that what my father wants, my father gets. There would be absolutely no way I could change his mind now. Slowly but surely I had to get used to my new duty to protect the equilibrium of the worlds. I inevitably would have to make Hades fall in love with me.
wait a damn second, i was just finishing watching a jikook analysis by minfanatic hereand i noticed one more fishy thing, if early in the video the bathroom’s light is on…..
then why is it when tae left the room, the light is off (you can see that it’s rather dark & only the light from the hall was shining through it)…when supposedly there’s only jungkook & tae in the room…..
then who’s the one turning off the light???????????
@reserve is my dearest buddy, my singularly amazing partner in crime, my most talented collaborator extraordinare, and today is her birthday!!!!!!!! i love her very much, so i wrote her this dumb benarmie/young kylux ficlet that I hope you also will all enjoy. featuring: classic confused sullen teen ben solo, gratuitous hux descriptions, rae sloane cameo (!!!!!), and the city of coruscant.
it’s pretty long so i’ve put it under a clickthru!
up on top (benarmie, 2k, rated teen i guess idk)
Ben sees him first when he is fourteen, while taking two weeks of the Yanvin summer with his mother on Coruscant. It is the third morning: Leia treats him to a breakfast in their rooms (he ruins it by being purposefully sullen and grunting at her questions, squashing delicate star-shaped cuts of fruit into pulp with the tines of his fork and refusing to look her in the eyes), and then sighs and sets off to her meetings, leaving Ben to his own devices.
In the empty suite, he flips through the holonews channels, picks at the mess of fruit drying on his breakfast plate, suns himself on the balcony, jerks off half-guiltily in the sonic, takes a dozy and indulgent nap in the crisp sheets of his bed that leaves his mind pleasantly fuzzy on the edges and seems to momentarily quiet the humming grey flurry of ash in the back of his skull.
Summary: The reader’s been dealing with a lot of stuff. (I mean, come on… She’s a hunter. What’d you expect?) Anyway, she starts looking at pictures and finds some of her and her dad. (For the sake of the story, he died in a hunting accident years ago.) And it just kinda breaks the dam holding back her emotions, and Sam finds her crying in her room at the bunker.
Word count: 864
Warnings: The reader’s been just feeling kinda depressed and down and just blegh… And like one curse word??
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for over a week. I was feeling sad and blegh (No, like seriously. I almost started crying because I couldn’t figure something out while practicing piano. lol) so… I got this idea. I mean, what’s better than having Sam freaking Winchester comfort you? Anyway, you can implement anything that’s been putting you down lately. Hope you guys like it! (GIF not mine.)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM WINCHESTER!!
I stared at the pictures in the light of the small lamp that was next to my bed, trying to keep the tears from slipping out of my eyes. A loud sob slipped past my clenched teeth though. I put a hand over my mouth, knowing that if Sam or Dean heard me from wherever they were in the bunker, they would come in to make sure I was okay, which I really wasn’t right now.
I choked back another sob and half yelled instead, throwing the photos at the wall. Tears slipped down my face, and I brought my knees up, leaning my forehead on them.
I heard footsteps stop outside of my door and froze. So much for being quiet. Somebody knocked.
I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and took a deep breath. “What’s up?”
Sam opened the door slowly. “Can I come in?” I nodded. He sat down on the floor next to me. “You okay, y/n?”
joe’s expression throughout the whole thing is the most adorable mix of deep concentration and trying not to grin and i just wanna take him gently by the shoulders and go “even though this song is about death and shit you can smile while singing it i promise”
rob is so???? good??? at the guitar?????? that BRIDGE THO
zubin’s tie is all kinds of adorably fucked up…. honey…….
for once in a concert video there’s actually a decent view of ross doing his thang and god he goes so hard i’m in awe, the precision of a master
AND ANDREW ON BACKUP VOCALS, SHRIEKS GENTLY, DEATH WOULD BE A BLESSING, I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS
anon requested: Hi (-: could you do a mark angst where you catch him cheating on you like making out and then you’re really sad and you are a idol too and you are practicing by yourself and you faint and jaemin finds you and takes care of you but he calls mark and tells him what happened. Happy ending?
author: admin yu!
genre: lol angst?
a/n: ma boy…mark… why you gotta cheat like that smh,, anyywayyys i really hope you enjoy this :) i was sorta in a sad mood when i wrote it lol hopefully it’s not too dramatic *THIS IS #4 ON MY WHAT SHOULD I WRITE NEXT LIST BTW…*
p.s lowkey dedicated to my fave mark stan :) you know who you are;)
Summary: Killian hasn’t seen
Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he
receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident
he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure
what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would
have no idea who he is. Modern au
a/n: Thank you so much for all the love I’ve gotten for this fic. I really love this chapter and I’m really excited to share it, so I hope you all enjoy it too!
It’s been over
an hour since their disaster of a morning and Killian left Emma alone. He’s
strategically been keeping himself as busy and as far away from the living room
as possible. Taking turns wandering between his room and his office, and
resisting every desperate urge inside him to check on her.
said she’d needed space and he’s respecting that—no matter how hard that may
be, and no matter how badly he aches to be there beside her to comfort her.
Because he knows she’s hurting in ways that go beyond just the physical, and
it’s like a sharp knife in his heart knowing that she’s suffering just a few
rooms away from him.
Especially since he’s
sitting in front of his computer and doing absolutely nothing to alleviate that
With a long sigh he
pushes himself away from his desk and stands. Reaching up, he runs his fingers
through his already disheveled hair for what probably makes the thousandth time
that day, and contemplates what to do.
He’s given her over an
hour—that’s enough time to breathe and collect oneself isn’t it? And all he
wants to do is check on her. Make sure everything’s alright, even if it’s just
for a moment. He’ll go under the guise of needing a glass of water from the
kitchen or something, just enough of a reason to go in and see what she’s doing
and see if she needs anything.
* I just checked my requests and I had so many asks for rough Stiles stories and dark Stiles ones that I thought it would work if I paired them together, I don’t know… But I’m really bad at writing rough smut cause I always fear of turning it into non-consensual. That’s a warning.*
“Are you sure that you are going to be okay ?” Scott asked, standing on the door step, a worried look on his face.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I really doubt the nogitsune will come after me, I am nothing special…” You answered.
“But you are special to Stiles.” He replied.
The thought almost made you tear up. Stiles had asked you out and took you on a few dates and everything was perfect until he completely lost his mind and now you were worried that he’ll never come back to you, that he will never be the same Stiles that he used to be, that funny kid you fell in love with back then. But as long as he stayed alive, you were ready to deal with anything.
Scott left your house, leaving you on your own for the night. You weren’t afraid, you knew that the creature possessing your boyfriend had nothing to do with you and you were never confronted to it before. Actually, you had very few informations about what was happening because Scott, being the true alpha that he is, was trying to keep you away from all his supernatural problems. He didn’t want the fragile little human that you were to end up like Stiles and become another problem to deal with on their list.
You followed your usual evening routine, making some microwave food for yourself and eating it in front of the TV before going back to your room and getting ready for bed. Once you were in your pajama, you lied down, covering yourself with the sheets and quickly fell asleep.
You heard a weak voice almost crying out your name in your dream, it kept calling you and you couldn’t find where it was coming from and it got louder, as if it was losing patience for you to find it and suddenly it was a scream of rage, making you jump and stand awake in your bed.
You were about to lie back down when you notice that the light of the hall was shining under your door, although you were pretty sure that you had turned it off. No one was supposed to be home so you grabbed your cell phone, getting up without making a sound and walking to the door.
The hall was empty and you couldn’t hear a single noise apart from your breathing and you almost sighed in relief until you heard it again, that desperate cry calling your name, making your blood freeze in your veins.
You walked to where you thought it came from, carefully pushing open the door of the bathroom, taking a step back as if something was going to jump on you. The light was on and the ground was dirty, a trail of mud leading to the bathtub.
You took a breath and stepped inside, finding someone curled up in a ball on the floor, against the wall, weeping.
“Stiles” you breathed, paralyzed, looking at his shaking body and his dirty clothes.
He said your name again and looked up at you, his eyes red from crying and circled from the lack of sleep.
“I’m going to call Scott.” You said, taking your phone out, starting to panic.
“Don’t. It would bring the nogitsune back.” He answered, and his expression changed as if he was suffering.
“How do I know it’s you and not him?” You asked, taking a step back as he tried to get up on his feet.
“The nogitsune doesn’t know about you, or where you live, or how I love you.” He mumbled, finally standing up, still looking in pain.
You hesitate but he looked so truly hurt that you went up to him to help him stay on his feet without falling down. You took a few step with him leaning on you and he held himself to the sink, sitting on the edge of it.
He looked at you, his eyes meeting yours and a tired smile appeared on his lips.
“I missed you.” He said, his hand brushing against yours.
“I missed you too.” You answered, holding yourself back from breaking in tears, you really had missed him so much and now he was here, in front of you and although he didn’t look very well, at least it was him. It was Stiles. Your Stiles.
He saw your emotion and gently took your hand, pulling you close to him so that he could kiss your lips. His chapped lips softly pressed against yours for a minute until you took a step back.
“I really think we should call someone for help while you are you. Let me call Deaton, or Mr.Argent…” You said, taking your phone back in your hand.
“They want to kill me.” He said, in a low tone. “You know that they want to kill me. Do you want them to kill me ?”
“Of course not, I want them to help you.” You said, without taking your eyes off from the text you started to write.
“I don’t need help. I’m back now.” He replied, taking your phone away from your hands a little too violently.
“Stiles…” You started but he cut you off, standing up again, the expression on his face changing again.
“I’m back, okay?” He said, in a surprisingly calm voice, taking a step and closing his arms around your waist, burying his face in your hair and tightly hugging you.
“Okay.” You answered, holding him back, taking a deep breath.
He gently pushed you until your back hit the wall, trapping you between it and his body. He looked at you with a mad look in his eyes, his fingers reaching your face and hovering it until he grabbed some of your hair and pushed them away from your eyes.
“I missed you.” He repeated, almost in a whisper, starring straight in your eyes and somehow you felt slightly uncomfortable.
You didn’t answer anything and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, starting to plant some light kisses on your skin. You tried to move away but he pushed you back against the wall, his body was so strong that you couldn’t move away and every time you tried, he just pressed even harder against you to the point where you started having trouble catching your breath.
“Stiles… You are hurt. You need some rest.” You managed to say but you felt his hand making its way down and slipping inside your shorts anyway.
“I’m perfectly fine.” He answered, now pressing his face against yours. “I’m just hungry.”
You felt his fingers getting under the elastic of your panties and you shivered from how cold his hand actually was.
“We can go downstairs. I’ll cook something for you.”
You heard him laugh, but it wasn’t his habitual laugh. Nothing about him was habitual and it was scaring you now.
“That’s not what I am hungry for.” He answered, his dry lips moving against your cheek until they found your lips and kissed them.
But you didn’t kiss him back and he moved away to look at you again, straight in the eyes just like before. You felt his fingers reaching between your legs, pressing against your core and a crooked smile formed on his lips.
“Do you know what nogitsunes feed themselves with ?” He asked.
You shook your head, understanding that he was never himself and just tricked you from the beginning. His crooked smile got wider and he moved to whisper in your ear.
“We feed on emotions. On pain, on fear and on pleasure too and I think you can give me just what I want.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” You said, trying to move away once again but he kept you in place and laughed again.
“Oh I am. I am in the body of your boyfriend, a body that you can’t help but lust for and his memory is full of images of you and informations on what you like.”
He moved his fingers against you and although you were feeling terrified, you felt a slight wave of pleasure from his touch.
“And you are already wet thinking about it.” He smiled again and you grabbed his arm, wanting to take it away from you but he was much stronger than he ever was.
You looked back at him defiantly but he started moving his fingers around your clit, sliding down to your entrance only to tease you for a second before moving back up and you felt angry at yourself for enjoying it that much.
There wasn’t anything that you could do about it so you just threw your head back, closing your eyes, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of moaning because of what he was doing to you.
His finger finally entered you and he started pumping, slowly, and soon you found yourself, still holding his arm, trying to make him move faster.
You refused to open your eyes, you didn’t want to see his circled eyes and the mad smile he had on his lips because with your eyes closed, it was almost as if it was the real Stiles. His body felt the same, his fingers and his hands were the same, even the way he was moving inside of you was the same.
You fought to keep your moans for yourself but he knew you were enjoying yourself, he was feeding on your pleasure, making some delighted noises everytime you were shaken by a new wave of pleasure. He didn’t let you come, taking his hand out of your pants leaving you in need.
You opened your eyes without even realizing it and you saw that crazy expression he had.
“We talked about pleasure but we talked about pain too… And I think you’ll give me exactly that if I follow the memories I am finding in Stiles’s head.”
You knew what he was talking about and he confirmed it when he finally let you free from the wall pushing you near the sink and making you bend over. He stood behind you, his crooked smile appearing again when he met your eyes in the reflection of the mirror in front of you. His eyes fixed on yours, he opened his belt, taking it off and folding it in two and you felt that familiar fear from the anticipation but the impatience of getting it at the same time and you knew that it was exactly what he wanted.
He hit your ass with the belt, harder than Stiles ever did, and you screamed in pain, tears filling your eyes.
“Like it ?” He asked, bitting his lip before rising the belt again, fear coming up again.
He hit again, and you kept yourself from screaming again, a light cry escaping your lips. You had played this game with Stiles many times before, truth is that you did enjoy it even though it was hurting you like never before.
He hit one more time before throwing the belt on the floor, pulling your shorts and panties down to your knees in one quick gesture, rubbing the skin on the places he had just hurt.
“Hush (Y/N)…” He whispered, looking at the tears rolling down on your cheeks from the pain.
His hands left you only so that he could open his pants and pull his erection out, quickly glancing at you before positioning himself behind you, pushing his length inside you. He went in and out a few times, just as Stiles used to do it, not with the idea of giving you pleasure but to use all the wetness he got from hitting you as a lubricant for what came next.
It didn’t take long for him to pull himself out of you again, you could feel how soaking wet you were between your legs and he had enough to position himself higher and smoothly enter your ass, the familiar sensation of all the nerves being touched and your walls being forced apart creating so much pleasure inside of you.
You strongly held yourself to the sink, bitting your lip from the pain it caused you, feeling like collapsing. Your breath got heavier and you looked down, focusing on the ground rather than on your possessed boyfriend.
He firmly held you by the hips while pushing the rest of his length in you and he moaned from how tight you felt around him.
“Oh yes.” You mumbled without realizing it, closing your eyes when he started to move back and forth, pleasure increasing.
Doing it that way always created so many sensations in you and that was definitely how you liked it. The mix of all of these feelings made it easy for you to reach an orgasm and it never took very long until you came which was usually a good thing because Stiles couldn’t handle the tightness of your ass for too long either and, possessed or not, it seemed like it didn’t make a difference because you could hear his habitual moans and light growls escaping his lips as he got closer from his climax.
He let go of one of your hips to place his hand down your stomach and you stood back up, wanting to guide his hand at your center and it felt like he was hitting a whole new spot inside you, making you shake. You pushed his hand against you, fingers finding their way close to your entrance again and you held his arm with both hands, trying to stay steady on your feet while he was thrusting behind you and needing him to keep his hand pushing down there.
“Harder.” You breathed and he pressed his hand hard against you, giving more violent thrusts inside of you.
His other hand left your hip and grabbed your hair, pulling it back, forcing your head to touch his chest while he obeyed you and rammed even harder inside of you. You were unable to keep your moans for yourself anymore and you came, feeling like collapsing but he wasn’t done with you yet and kept thrusting until he released himself in you, reaching his climax.
Once he was done, both of his hands left you and you held yourself to the sink again, moving forward to move his length out of you.
You met his eyes again in the mirror as he was pulling his pants back up and you turned around when he moved closer to you. He took your face in his hands and stole you one last kiss before smiling at you with his crazy smile.
“Say hi to Scott for me if you call him.” He said, leaving the bathroom.
You were too confused to even find your phone, you heard him leave the house and you realized that explaining what just happened to Scott was going to be very complicated.
“Remus why must you alway see the downside to every idea we have?” “Probably because being friends with you has made me prone to noticing useless and idiotic ideas.”
Sirius rolled his eyes and slumped down onto the table. Grabbing his quill and writing down more pranks that may please the All Knowing Remus Lupin.
“Well what if we put a slippery charm on the Slytherins? Then they’d be sliding all over the place!”
Remus gave him the same expression he always does when Sirius says something stupid.
“I don’t know if you’re being serious, or if your jokes have really gotten that bad,” Remus stated before returning back to fixing Peters quill that had broken.
Sirius huffed and looked to James for backup, but all he got was a shrug and an offering of a bagel, which Sirius took to only throw at Remus’s face.
Sirius watched as the cream covered bagel hit Remus right in the eye, and slowly took Remus wand off the table before he could retaliate. Peter squeaked in surprise, but it quickly turned into giggles as Remus started to wipe off the golden stickiness from his cheek.
Sirius gave Remus a pleased smile while twirling around two wands in his hands, leaning a little more forward to broadcast the mischief in his eyes a little better.
The werwolf gave him an unimpressed expression before slipping out his Cypress wand and stealing the smirk off of Sirius’s face from where it slipped from.
The young wizard glanced down at his hands to only recognize the familiar small chestnut wand and realized he had in fact stolen Peters, not Remus’s, wand.
Sirius looked Remus in the eye and when seeing his unmerciful gaze, sighed in defeat and opened up his arms and closed his eyes, accepting his fate.
Remus made a little hum before flicking his wrist and having all the creams come flying off the table, right downs Sirius shirt, which quickly changed from a milky white to a disgusting gutter like brown.
He could hear more than see Remus’s laughter shine through the dining hall, and felt a strong warmth spread through his stomach as he opened his eyes to Remus’s smile covering his face.
But that feeling quickly washed away when James roughly slapped his back, causing him to feel all the sliminess of the condiments in his shirt. Creating a full body shiver through Sirius, not to mention a pitiful whine escaping his lips.
“That was extreme and you know it.” Sirius mumbled.
Remus only shrugged which Sirius responded by sticking his tongue out.
Remus looked down at his watch at that. making a tangled noise before standing up and shoving all his books and papers into his bag quickly, but not quickly to get out of Sirius grip.
“You know I could forgive you if you give me a bath, and since I’m so nice I’ll even let you join.”
Remus stared at Sirius before shaking his head fondly and bending down towards Sirius face.
The marauder could feel Remus’s hot breath as he scooped up honey off of Sirius cheek with his finger and slowly licking it off, making Sirius’s inside burn with lust and his grip on Remus loosen.
His friend moved so they were making eye contact. Close enough to where Sirius could kiss him, and he knew Remus wouldn’t object, but before he could put his plan into motion a smirk plastered itself onto Remus’s face causing Sirius to escape his limbo for a moment.
“I think James would have more fun doing that than I ever would.”
And with that Remus stood up and walked away, leaving a dazed Sirius before Peter broke the silence.
“i can’t believe I had to watch that with my own two eyes.”
I don’t know what this is. its probs shit because i can’t write but i was bored so whatever! Also this is set during seventh year. Remus and Sirius aren’t together yet
The eldest Queen of Narnia was known for her radiance in beauty and in strength, always shining throughout the castle’s halls. Her favorite room was the library, a gorgeous cavern of endless texts, and she adored the gardens, full of spring’s sweetest blossoms.