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So I thought it'd be cute to do some letters that callidora wrote draco and their parents before his first year

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Letter 1: Dear Draco, Mother wrote in her last letter you've been having night terrors since I left. I got them all the time before I was going to start at Hogwarts. Keep your head held high and don't forget there's only a few months until winter break. Remember, I'll always be here for you, even if you can't see me, because I love you more than all the stars in the night sky. Love, Your Callie.

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Letter 2: Dear Father, I'm sorry I haven't been able to answer your previous letters. Studying for O.W.Ls has been making me forget most things. Professor Snape thinks I could be a Potioneer after graduation. I'm rather fond of the idea. I would like your input on the matter. Sending my love, Callidora.

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Letter 3: I've received the jumper you sent, Mother. This shade of green matches with my robes. I hope the candy from Hogsmeade I got for Draco wasn't lost. I did appreciate the Easter basket you sent. I missed some of my stuff from home. Please tell Father I do not have a boyfriend who is forcing me to ignore his letters. Love, Your Callidora.

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Letter 4: My Dearest Draco, I found a delightful present for your birthday. I'm glad the summer term ends this June. Remind me, do you prefer silk or satin? Either is fine, I prefer silk of course. You would love the common room. I could have sworn I saw a mermaid through the windows. Rather exciting don't you think? I miss you every day. Love, Callie.

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Letter 5: Dear Family, there's only a week until I return from school. Dumbledore insisted we have no classes the last week. Potions has been amazing. I like Professor Snape much more than Flitwick and McGonagall. Charms is such a waste of my time. I don't see the point of waving my wand when students at Ugadou are using just their hands. Transfiguration is boring. When will I ever need to turn a mouse into a cup? Of course I got all O's on my O.W.Ls as expected. Save me from this dreary castle, Callidora.

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I love Darla so I wanted to do a little something about her and the golden trio as adults! (^○^) just imagine if hogwarts had a reunion after the war with everyone!!! Mama Darla is so sweet to her daughters

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Darla hadn't planned to attend Hogwarts' reunion after the war, but decided to go only because Pansy and her other friends were going to be there. She knew what a terrible person she'd been back then and hoped that no one would bring it up in front of her daughters.

Motherhood had softened Darla, as did marriage. But other people, especially poor Hermione Granger- er- Weasley now, did not know that. Out of everyone in Hogwarts, Hermione was the one person she treated horribly. Maybe now she'd get to apologize.

The woman didn't expect to be forgiven, she didn't deserve that kindness. Cormac reassured her constantly the days leading up to the reunion that everything would be fine, but Darla knew that wouldn't be true. Something would go wrong, or she'd be shunned at the door.

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Two hours before they had to leave, Darla was in her dress at her vanity. She tested different hairstyles with her wand, each feeling wrong. Too bold. Too little. Not enough curls. Hides her earrings.

Cormac appeared behind her, hands on her shoulders. "Wear your hair down. No one's seen your actual hair. It's my favorite look." He kissed her cheek and walked out to get the girls into their coats and shoes.

She took his advice and waved her wand. Darla's golden hair fell against her back in neat pinstraight locks. During their school years, no one had ever saw the woman without those tight curls styled into a Bob with a bow. It felt different to have her hair like this. But it was a good different.

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When they arrived at the Hogwarts dining hall, people seemed to be shocked at Darla's appearance. Across the hall, the Golden Trio stared along with everyone else.

"Did I smoke something or is that Darla?" Ron whispered, jaw figuratively hitting the floor.

"No, we're seeing the same thing..." Harry replied. Ginny waved her hand in front of his eyes and they looked at her.

"It's just Darla. It's not like you're seeing a another person." Hermione crossed her arms at her friend and husband's reactions.

Ron rubbed his eyes. "'Mione, she has kids. But she looks like she's still fifteen! Did she have plastic surgery or something that muggles get?"

Darla approached, Cormac staying behind with their three daughters. "Uhm, hello, Hermione. Harry, Ron." She gave a small nod in greeting to the other two. "I wanted to.. apologize."

They all looked surprised, Ginny whispering to Harry that she'd give them space. The ginger man cleared his throat. "You want to apologize? You? The girl who hexed me everyday in Charms?"

"I do. I'm sorry for that. I was immature and deep down I was a little jealous of the attention you all got..." She fidgeted nervously with her giant diamond ring. "I took that out on you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said the things I said to you especially, Hermione."

"I'm glad you're apologizing. Thank you for that. I do forgive, but that doesn't mean I don't forget." The Minister for Magic held the woman's hands. "But you went through things I can't imagine. So I forgive you, Darla. I do." She pulled her into a hug, the blonde slowly returning it.

The men stared at her rings. The engagement ring alone had to be worth millions, but the wedding ring was just as big, if not bigger. "How many carats is that thing?" Ron questioned.

"It's twenty carats. Cormac insisted that he gets me something that reflects how much he loves me." Darla chuckled. "But he always says he's going to get me a bigger one because it's not even half of how much he cares about me."

Harry choked on his spit. "Twenty? Ginny's is only what, five? He must love you a lot or is trying to keep you from staying because you can do much better."

The Weasley managed to not laugh out loud, coughing into his hand. "Harry, don't say that."

"We actually have three girls. They're all a year apart." She smiled, glancing at her daughters. "Cormac, bring the girls over!"

At the sound of his name, the just as fit as their school days man approached, holding two of their daughters hands' while the youngest rode on his shoulders. "She insisted on riding on my shoulders."

"McLaggen." Ron huffed, as if still angry at him for trying to date Hermione.

"It's Yaxley now actually, Darla wasn't fond of having McLaggen as her last name." Cormac shrugged, pushing a stray hair behind their eldest girl's ear. "I had no reason to say no anyway."

"What are these sweethearts names?" The Minister looked at the three children.

"Josephine, Collette, and Vivienne." Darla gently nudged the three towards them. "Say hello, don't be shy. She won't bite, I promise."

"But what if she does and then I need a new arm?" Vivienne hugged her father's arm.

"If she does, then she'll have to fix your arm." Cormac ruffled her hair.

They each said their hellos, Collette being the loudest. Lily and Josephine wandered off together, talking about whatever it was little girls talked about.

Once the other children got bored of hearing their mothers schedule playdates, they also left. Hermione and Darla caught up on everything that happened after graduating before saying goodbye.

"I'm glad I apologized. Otherwise I'd never realize how good a friend you are, Hermione." The blonde woman gave her a short hug.

"I'm glad you did too." She smiled, pulling back and holding Ron's hand.

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So I HAAATE the stupid y/n potter tiktok stories. Anyway i made Harry a twin who actually has a personality outside being draco's girlfriend or showing up to class in 25 different house ties or being a secret fifth house!!! ( ＞Д＜；)

Ships: OC x Draco, Pansy x Blaise, Ron x Hermione.

TW: Hermione bashing (I was in pain writing that), twins arguing and ending up going no contact, unhealthy relationships

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Growing up with the Dursleys, Harry could tell they preferred Charlotte. She looked like she was their daughter, and Charlotte never showed any signs of magic. While Harry slept under the stairs, she got Dudley's second bedroom and decent clothes that weren't two sizes too big hand-me-downs.

Charlotte didn't look like him, even though they were twins. She had their aunt's eyes and face shape. It made sense, given her middle name was Petunia. Their cousin still bullied her of course, except she didn't have to learn to hide bruises from teachers. He had to be gentler because she was a girl and girls were delicate.

Then the letters arrived. The Dursleys didn't want her to leave, but ultimately let her go. Unlike Harry, she chased the attention and popularity. Though, they only saw Harry. The Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived. No one ever saw the twin sister trailing behind him.

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Everything changed when the Sorting Hat touched her head. Slytherin. The snake den. Where evil witches and wizards like You Know Who were created. The worst part? She seemed proud of it. Proud of being associated with them. Proud of sitting with Draco Malfoy and his rude friends. Was she not ashamed in the least bit?

Ron and his twin older brothers Fred and George reassured him that she was probably trying to fit in and keep from being targeted. But the nagging voice in the back of Harry's head kept saying, "You know she's not ashamed. Charlotte is proud of being associated with the people who killed your parents."

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As they aged, his sister wasn't the sweet little girl who would sneak downstairs and bandage his bruises and wounds. She grew mean and spiteful, ignoring him in the halls. Sometimes laughing at Harry both to his face and behind his back.

Harry was glad his sister was happy, but he missed who she was before. Especially before her and Malfoy made it official. It's like when she's around him, her attitude is ten times worse.

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Charlotte couldn't be happier. People knew her name other than "Harry's sister," or "The Chosen One's twin." Having a boyfriend who made it clear money wasn't an issue was nice too. It was fun to spite her brother with Draco also.

"Char, Charlotte, earth to Charlotte?" Pansy snapped her fingers in front of her friend's eyes.

"Hm?" The Potter girl blinked.

"The Potions assignment? Did you brew everything?" She asked, nodding to the cauldron.

"Yeah, I think it's done." Charlotte helped her bottle the sparkling liquid. "This felt easier than usual. Like Professor Snape decided to give us a break."

Pansy shrugged. "Maybe he finally gave up trying to teach us."

She giggled behind her book. "Shush! Don't let him hear. I'd like to win the House Cup this year, Pans."

The girls laughed and whispered, Charlotte making eyes at Draco at the table on their right. He made eye contact, blowing an origami bird towards them. She opened the parchment, "You look pretty in green. Wear it more often."

"How cliche. Green is apart of our uniform. He's lucky you're so in love with him." Pansy read the note over her shoulder.

"Jealous?" Charlotte asked, looking at her best friend.

"Absolutely not. Keep him to yourself. I want some Zabini in my life." The Parkinson girl poked her arm before continuing with their assignment.

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In the courtyard, Blaise and Pansy were forced to watch the couple insult eachother and then basically snog. If it wasn't so toxic, you'd call it cute. But they did work together very well. Charlotte balanced him out in good ways.

"New cologne?" She questioned, always able to notice even the slightest hint of change.

Draco nodded, holding her hand proudly for practically everyone to see. "It's a Russian brand. Like it?"

"It's minty. Suits you." Charlotte leaned her head on his shoulder. "Much better than your other one."

"Are you two done flaunting or can we go inside now?" Blaise sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'd like to not freeze before dinner."

"I'm with Blaise. My makeup might freeze on my face." Pansy hugged herself in her designer winter clothes.

"I'm fine with that. It's too cold for me." The Potter girl followed her friends inside, holding her boyfriend's hand. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a second."

"Don't forget me!" The Parkinson heiress went in after her, both girls touching up their makeup in the mirror. "Did you see Granger's hair today? Birds must love her."

She laughed at her friend's joke. "That hair needs a break from her. Such a know-it-all. Remember first year? It's Levi-oh-sa. Not Levio-sah. I can't believe my twin brother is friends with her."

The girls kept talking, sharing makeup and perfumes. They were completely unaware of Hermione Granger sitting in a stall, starting to cry from their cruel words. Charlotte left after Pansy, putting the cap on her lipstick.

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The Gryffindor ran out once she heard their retreating footsteps. She tried to wipe her eyes and stop crying but made it back to Ron and Harry quicker than she hoped.

"'Mione, what's wrong? Why're you crying?" The Weasley boy asked, handing her back her book.

"It's nothing..." Hermione mumbled, sniffling.

The Chosen One immediately knew what happened. "Was it Charlotte? Don't lie to us. We saw her and Parkinson leave the bathroom before you."

She nodded, taking the tissue Ron handed her to wipe her eyes. "They said I was a know-it-all and talked about my hair..."

Before they could stop him, Harry stalked down the hallway towards his sister. He shoved Draco out of his way and stood in front of a girl he realized he didn't know anymore. "Did you really say that about Hermione?"

"I didn't do anything. If she heard, she shouldn't have listened." His twin sister answered honestly, already turning to leave.

"You've changed, Charlotte. I don't even recognize you anymore." He held her wrist to keep her from walking away.

She laughed at the admission. "Then maybe you never really knew me." Just like that, she pulled her arm away and disappeared down the corridor with Draco.

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So I wanted to do more callidora and george content. This is just a short fic about the incident when George accidentally turns her into a mouse when he gifts her the wrong box of chocolates. Thanks for that, Fred. I think I found something like this posted by someone else, just the idea, but I can't remember.

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Callidora had been looking upset since her voice accidentally cracked mid-solo in choir practice. Because he was a great boyfriend, George decided to bring her some stuff to cheer his girlfriend up! Fred, being Fred, decided to switch the exclusive chocolates his twin could only find at one store in Hogsmeade... With their new animal chocolates. He didn't know they were for Callidora, he thought it was one of their friends' gifts they might have gotten from an admirer!

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George paced their dorm room, mumbling and muttering about how to display everything in the basket. "The stuffed animal in front or the lip oil...?"

Fred noticed his brother pacing the room from his bed. "What's going on, Georgie?"

"Callidora's been upset. Her voice cracked during her solo. So I decided to use the extra money we got from the shop to make her a gift basket." He explained, sitting on the bed next to Fred's.

"She's rich. Can't she fly to Paris or something on her dad's knut?" The slightly taller twin asked. He never had to do this stuff considering Angelina was always capable of picking herself up after the slightest stumble.

George gave his brother a look. "She's upset and embarrassed. Remember how you felt when that frog bit you in front of everyone second year? Try to be a little empathetic."

"You were always the more emotional one, brother." Fred admitted easily, laying back on his bed. "But I turned the frog incident into a joke that kept everyone laughing for weeks."

"I'm glad. Unfortunately, Callie isn't us and she can't make things into a joke to ease the sting. So I'm doing what I can as her boyfriend to make her feel better." He stood from his bed, grabbing the chocolate box and positioning it in the basket. "I'll be back in a few hours, don't pull any pranks without me."

"George wait-" Fred called out, realizing his twin just grabbed the trick chocolates. Sadly, he didn't hear him say his name.

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Callidora seemed so desperate right now. Crying into her pillow and whining to Draco about her voice cracking during her solo Professor Flitwick assigned specifically to her. To be honest, her little brother was on his last nerve. He had been rubbing her back and telling his sister it'd be okay for the last hour!

"I'm a disappointment! I sounded like a dying kneazle! Don't look at me!" She cried into her pillow, mascara dripping down her cheeks.

"You're not a disappointment, Allie." Draco patted her back, sighing in annoyance.

The two siblings heard a knock on the door and a "Callie? It's me. I brought you something. Pucey let me in." The younger Malfoy practically ran to the door, pushing past the Weasley twin and closing her door behind him.

George watched Draco leave with surprise, the gift basket in his hands. "Did he-?"

"Run out in joy because he's been comforting me for the last hour?" Callidora finished his sentence, sniffling as she wiped her eyes.

"Aw, Callie... we all have the occasional voice crack. You should have heard me when I hit puberty." He set the basket down, hugging his girlfriend. "I do like the whole messy mascara look. Makes you seem a little crazy. That's attractive to me."

"Really?" She returned the hug, head on his shoulder. "I look crazy?"

"Yeah. The good crazy. Not the, I'm gonna kill your entire family crazy." George kissed her cheek, pulling the gift towards them. "I convinced McGonagall to let me go to Hogsmeade and I got your favorite chocolates. Exactly half caramel and half dark."

Callidora's eyes widened before a small smile creeped onto her face. "Thank you, Georgie."

"Anything to see your smile." He shrugged, holding her close on the bed, watching her eat the sweets. "I wouldn't say no to a little kiss right here as a thank you."

She giggled, kissing his cheek. Left behind was a dark red lipstick mark, a color he said, "Makes you have that combined snake and lion aesthetic."

Callidora ate a few of the chocolates, wiping the excess off her fingertips. "Did you get me a new flavor? They taste different-" Before George could try one, she disappeared into a puff of smoke. A small mouse took her place, squeaking rapidly.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no-" He quickly picked her up, running out of her dorm room. "I turned your sister into a mouse!"

Draco looked at his sister's boyfriend, face turning pale. "You did what!?"

"Fred must've switched the chocolates when I wasn't looking!" George ran up the stairs, the younger blonde following.

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Thankfully after trying a few different spells and potions, Madam Pomfrey cured Callidora who didn't seem all that mad once she learned it was Fred's fault. "Would you love me if I was a mouse?"

"Absolutely. You were still pretty as a mouse, Callie." George held her hand. At least she could eat the chocolates he actually got her now.

"Gross. Get a room." Draco huffed and puffed in the chair on the other side of her bed.

"It's the Hospital Wing, Draco." Callidora glanced at her brother, giving him one of the chocolates.

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So I think it'd be cool if Sirius and regulus had a sister so I created Lyra black. This won't be too long, just a small short fic about Sirius finding out his younger sister is dating Barty Crouch of all guys.

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"I cannot believe you're dating him of all guys, Lyra. Really? Barty? The Minister's son?" Sirius cornered her after Potions. "All he does is brag about Daddy's money and what girl he's shagged!"

"Oh good, you have something in common." Lyra glared, the Crouch family signet ring on her finger. "Mother approves, so why should I care about your opinion."

"She knew before me!? Seriously, Lyra? Are you mental? Barty is a slimy Slytherin who's only personality is what fancy weed his parents bought him!" He put his hands on her shoulders, trying to talk sense into his sister. It obviously wasn't working. That's what he gets for having a spoiled, Daddy's girl sister who thought the world owed her something.

"So I'm slimy? Well at least I'm not a disappointment like you, Sirius." She huffed, crossing her arms. The ring shined in the late afternoon light seeping in from the corridor windows.

He sighed and leaned against the wall. "Let me guess, Mother is already planning the wedding? Lyra, do you even like Barty at all? Not even romantically?"

"I think he's rather handsome and a gentleman." Lyra insisted. She always did like to be right.

Sirius rolled his eyes at her. "You can't possibly believe that, Lyra."

"Well I do." The fourth year girl gave a small "Hmph!"

"Fine then. Be that way. When he breaks your heart, don't come crying to me." He watched her walk off.

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So I was just thinking about kuvira nd bataar jr who i realized I find attractive. So I decided to age up Prince Wu and give him a twin! Yay happy ending for bataar and another girlfriend that makes him look like a troll in comparison!!! d=(^o^)=b

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Bataar Junior was a little surprised when Kuvira told him she wanted to take one of the royal twins as insurance to make sure the Republic didn't fight back. Of course he ultimately went along with it. She was the Great Uniter, his fiancée. Surely she didn't have any ulterior motives, right? She wouldn't do that.

Yet here he was, watching Princess Liyan, or rather just Liyan now, in her cell. Thankfully she wasn't taught to metalbend, so they didn't have to use platinum. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she secretly could. The woman was so quiet, eerily quiet. Nothing like Prince Wu.

"You don't have to stay here. I can only earth bend. You made sure there wasn't even a single piece of rock in here." Liyan spoke calmly. She braided a few strands of her hair, sitting criss cross on the floor. "Though, if you have any jasmine tea, I'd appreciate some."

Bataar jumped when he heard her speak. No one else on this train liked jasmine except him. Not even Kuvira. "I suppose I could have some brought to you. In a metal cup."

"I can't bend metal either way. Though, I hate the taste. I much prefer wooden utensils. I can't say the same for Wu." The Princess carved her initials into the metal wall of her cell using a snapped off piece of a chair leg.

"How did you get that!?" He unlocked the cell, taking the piece of a chair leg. "You can't have that!"

Liyan looked up at him, unimpressed. "No one said I couldn't make use of my materials around me."

Bataar sighed, rubbing his temples. "Well you can't, alright?" He shook his head as he left the cell, locking it behind him. "I'm going to trust you won't try to break out while I get your tea."

When he returned, Liyan was in the same spot as before, only, hanging upside down from the bars on the ceiling. "Are you going to get down?"

She opened an eye before grabbing one of the bars and swinging onto her feet. "Thank you." The woman took the tea cup and saucer from his warm hands.

"At least you have manners like some people." Bataar sat down. He messed with some spare parts in his hands to pass the time.

Liyan silently drank her tea, letting silence fill the void. "You're engaged, no?"

"I am." He fidgeted with the simple platinum band on his finger. "You?"

"No. Wu takes up my time. As well as General Iroh's visits twice every two weeks." She hummed. "I prefer their company anyway. May I request a cell with a window? I like to watch the stars before I sleep."

Bataar considered it for a moment. She couldn't bend metal or sand so getting her a cell with a window couldn't hurt that bad, would it? "Fine. But it'll be locked at all times."

She didn't instantly negotiate, just nodded and accepted the decision. Liyan stood up quietly and followed him to a different jail cell on the train. "Thank you."

"You're welcome I suppose." He replied, locking the door behind her. "I have to talk to Kuvira, so you'll be alone for a moment. Don't think about trying to escape." Bataar closed the door to the next compartment behind him.

"Try to escape. Please. This is why I'm quiet. The doubt that I'm an average bender creeps in slowly but surely." Liyan muttered, shrugging off her outer green robes. She cracked her knuckles and metalbended the bars open, leaving the outer robes hung on the chair.

"Thank you for being kind when the others weren't, Bataar. Perhaps we'll meet again. I don't know where, I don't know when, but I know we'll meet again. Maybe on a sunny day." She bent the ceiling of the train compartment open and climbed out. She disappeared with the dusty, hot air.

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On a sunny day, Liyan walked down the aisle in a long white dress and a bouquet of greenery. Waiting on the altar was Bataar Junior, who was going to be her husband. In her bouquet was two small white roses, intertwined. They'd found them together after the final battle in Republic City, growing in the cracks of an old sidewalk.

During his vows, Bataar held her hands in his. "You are my destiny, the sun that shined down on me when all I had was rain. I thought that trusting the person you care about was true love, but it's not. I made that mistake the first time. But with you, I can breathe and not lie awake at night thinking about how I almost let my family get hurt."

Tears rolled down Liyan's cheeks, behind her, Wu was bawling into his sister's bouquet. He had demanded to be Man of Honor for the wedding and she gave in fairly easy. "It's just- so emotional!" He wiped his eyes, Mako pulling him away so Liyan could say her vows.

"Thank you, Wu, for being so supportive in such a loud way." She smiled. "I never believed in true love's kiss or soulmates as a child. Everyone always saw me as the quiet twin who didn't bother making friends because she had her brother. That was true, but then I was taken and I met you. I could tell you knew from the start I could metalbend. I had a feeling I would meet you again Bataar, and I'm glad we did. Because I can't imagine life without you."

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There's a lack of Huan content on tumblr and i love legend of korra so... reader is female in these headcanons

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Huan loves to metalbend statues of you. He says it's because you're his muse.

He tried to write poetry for you one time, but couldn't rhyme pretty with anything.

When you braid his hair, he'll start to fall asleep in your arms.

After begging for weeks, you let him dye your hair like his so now you both have a green streak in your hair.

When Kuvira captured all of the Beifongs, he almost hurt Bataar Jr because he yelled at you to bow down.

After the final battle, Huan proposed in front of his family and yours with a green emerald ring that his mom taught him to bend and engrave.

If you're an earthbender, Wing and Wei offered to teach you to metalbend but Huan insisted he was better. (He's not.)

If you agree with Bolin and the others that his sculpture looks like a banana, you will be ignored for days after. (He breaks it after two days.)

It may seem like he doesn't want kids, but he wouldn't mind being a girl dad. Or a boy dad, either really.

The twins and Opal crash your dates all the time but he tries not to get too mad but it's not easy when they make it so hard not to yell!

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At first I didn't think he was the cutest, but now I love this emo.

How Darla met Blaise in ballet class! I have so many ideas for this pair but I don't know a good duo name. Ugh they're so cute I hate them.

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August 10th. Darla had been waiting for this day since her parents paid the enrollment fee. Ms. Cecilia's Ballet for Girls was supposed to be the best teacher in Wizarding Europe. But when she got there in her slippers and expensive pink tutu, there was... a boy? Why was a boy here? Ballet was obviously for girls.

He didn't seem happy about being here. He was huffing and puffing as who she assumed to be his mother talked to Ms. Cecilia. Darla's mother checked her hair slicked down into a neat bun before sending her to join the other children. Instead of dominating every conversation with stories of pageants, she approached the annoyed boy.

"Who are you?" She tilted her hair, the subtle makeup shining through the floor to ceiling windows.

"Blaise. Blaise Zabini. Who are you?" He returned the question, staring at the fair-skinned girl.

"Darla Yaxley. The cutest girl from here to Germany." Darla crossed her arms confidently.

Blaise didn't seem to be impressed. "The pageant girl? I would say you aren't the cutest."

She gave him an offended look. "I am! I'm a Grand Supreme title winner."

"Well Miss "Grand Supreme," if you're so great, I expect you'll have no struggles with this class." He put a hand on his hip. "If you can, you can have my treacle tart I was saving for after class."

"Deal! That tart better be good." Darla held out her hand, giving a childish handshake. "If you win, which I doubt, I'll bring you a treat of your choice next class."

"I'm sure I'll win. I'm too good at winning bets. I get it from my Mum." Blaise spoke rather arrogantly.

During the lesson, the other children and Ms. Cecilia learned Darla was very flexible which made twists and turns light work. But Blaise was just as good. Because of it, they were quickly paired together and by the end of class, their parents were scheduling playdates and shopping trips.

"Friends?" Blaise held out his small hand.

"Best friends." Darla took his hand, skipping out of class together.

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Wanted to write more for my favorite oc after going dark on tumblr for literally ever (　＾▽＾)

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Students:

Harry: In first year he found her to be like Draco except female. He does admire how much effort she puts into her appearance but once saw her with no makeup and thought she looked rather pretty. Harry doesn't like how rude she is to Neville or just anyone in general.

Ron: He despises her after the incident in second year where Darla hexed Hermione's hair to start tugging against her head. Ron thinks she's vain and a spoiled brat. In his words, "She could end up in the Hospital Wing and I wouldn't even care!" So it's safe to say he does not like her at all.

Hermione: She has mixed feelings about Darla like Harry but still doesn't like her for hexing her hair. Hermione believes Darla can probably do assignments herself because of Draco but chooses to force Neville into doing her work. She does think that Darla could be nicer to the others in their year but knows you can't force someone to be nice.

Neville: He loves Darla, that's his cousin! But he wishes she would stop forcing him to do her homework. He does resent her a little for convincing her parents to basically hate him. He does like the late nights when she has a nightmare but is so tired she doesn't realize it's Neville holding her. If she ever did apologize, he would forgive her immediately because even though she's his main torturer, Neville does love his cousin.

Draco: Adores her. That's his childhood best friend! (Fanfic mentioned) When they started dating he kept up the smug charade but only Darla could get him to say how he felt. During their break-ups that were really only two days, he missed her every moment. But he'd never say that. He had a reputation to uphold. When they decide to stay friends in seventh year, he still sees that little six year old girl holding his hand during every soiree and dinner.

Pansy: Even though they'll call eachother rude names, they're ride or die best friends. If she needs to cheat on the next exam? Darla forces Neville to get her answers. Darla chipped a nail but doesn't want to leave school alone? Pansy's there. Safe to say they love eachother more than life itself. Of course when Darla needs a reality check, Pansy is ready to deliver. They're closer than blood sisters. Two peas in a pod, or four if you count Draco and Blaise.

Blaise: Oh that's his best friend. Gossip sessions go crazy when they're together. They can have silent conversations during any class with just looks. It can get creepy how close they are. If Darla doesn't know what to wear, Blaise is there giving suggestions. When Pansy isn't there to humble Draco, best believe they're doing it for her. He usually gets his wild insults from Darla. They only became friends because Blaise was signed up for ballet when he was eight and they got paired up for a duet.

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Professors/Staff:

Prof Dumbledore: Usually forgets most students that aren't Gryffindor, but he'll always remember Darla. Her parents came to his office during the spring semester and demanded she be pulled out for "Pageant season." Whatever that meant. When he said no, she screamed so loud even the portraits on the other side of the school could hear.

Prof McGonagall: Constantly takes points away from Slytherin because Darla always gets caught painting her nails or doing her makeup during classes. She's very tired of her and cannot wait for Darla to graduate. Minerva swears she gets another gray hair every time she catches her cheating on an exam. After the situation in third year when Darla transfigured nearly everyone into rats on accident, McGonagall had to write her just as rude parents who did not punish her accordingly.

Prof Snape: He prefers every Slytherin, yes, but Darla was a... "special" case. After watching her struggle through his classes and rely on her friends for answers, he decided to make her stay after class. Snape soon learned Darla didn't know how to do much except makeup, posing, and smiling because of her parents coddling. So now on every Tuesday and Thursday he tutors her in Potions, Flitwick helping out in Charms when he doesn't have choir practices.

Prof Flitwick: He noticed very early on that Darla wasn't the smartest when it came to learning. So he'd leave helpful notes when passing back exams. When he didn't have choir practices, he'd join Snape's tutoring sessions. He was the sort of good cop while Snape was the bad cop. But he does see her in a fatherly light, like a baby bird still learning to fly.

Prof Hagrid: He's caught Darla sneaking into the kneazle pens late at night to brush their fur and feed them. Even though she acts rude to him especially, he'll leave the good treats out for her to use. Hagrid did find it weird she knew so much about magical creatures when she pretends otherwise all the time in class.

Prof Remus: (During his year) Much like Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Remus did not like Darla. She never paid attention in class and constantly hexed others during lessons. She flat out refused to even attempt the Riddikulus spell, threatening to turn his hair bright pink. When Remus left Hogwarts, he was very glad to be rid of her.

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Haha so there's nothing for my boy bumper from pitch perfect on here... so im making a fic for him. Bumper x Studious!Reader who doesn't wanna give him the time of day. Barden will have student council in this fic! No use of Y/N (will use you for this! Let me know if you guys like this!)

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You didn't get it. How was a capella of all things so popular? The Treblemakers especially. They weren't all that great. Sure they can sing and dance a little. But could they solve complex formulas? Probably not. Maybe the rapper, Donald, but otherwise no way.

At least the fair or whatever for clubs wasn't going to be that long. It was so annoying having to hear Bumper constantly harmonize and tell people, "Your weirdness is affecting my vocal cords." How egotistical can someone be!?

Okay sure, he was cute and stupid in that charming way frat guys like him were... but you would never admit that. Especially not to his face. That's like failing an assignment worth fifty percent of your final grade on purpose.

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"Finally done with the budget requests for all the clubs..." You mumble, sighing in relief as you stack the folders with spreadsheets and copies of different papers to be sent out to club leaders and the Dean.

Emmy, your vice president, pokes her head in and tells you that Bumper and Aubrey are here for their budget requests.

"Send them in." You sit back in your chair. You didn't care for either leader. Bumper grated on your nerves and Aubrey has been on edge since that last performance where she... never mind.

Bumper pushed the blonde out of his way, tossing the folder down on your desk. "I need this done. I have trophies to win."

Aubrey glared at him, giving you her folder. "We just need an adjustment now that we have more members."

You skim through both spreadsheets. "I can only adjust one of your budgets. I can't do both without having to dig into other clubs' funds."

"Sorry loser, I already know she's giving it to me." Bumper scrolled on his phone, confident that you'd show favoritism like everyone else.

"Actually, I'll be giving it to the Bellas. I always did like a good comeback story." You glance up over your glasses, writing your initials and stamping the college logo on the document.

Aubrey gave Bumper a triumphant look. "How's that for loser?" She took the folder, walking out.

The Treblemaker did not take that well. Over the next few days, he wouldn't leave you alone. He'd follow you around the halls after lectures, sit on your table in the library, even "match pitch," whatever that meant when you tried to study.

"I'm not giving you the extra money, Bumper." You closed your textbook, staring up at the group of a capella singers.

"Well why not!? They're just going to lose to me- us- again in the ICCAs!" He gave an incredulous glance, snatching your study guides.

You just blink silently. What an imbecile. You wondered if he could even read past a third grade level. "Are you going to stop throwing a tantrum now?"

He seemed offended at the insult, as if he wasn't acting like a child right now. The only Treblemaker that seemed remotely guilty about bothering you was Jesse. "I am not throwing a tantrum, I am merely showing you that you should be supporting the only good singer in this entire university!"

You take your study guides back and pack up, walking out of the library as they follow. "Hope you know I have two more meetings and a study group at six. Fair warning."

"What a nerd alert!" Bumper tossed a paper ball up and down in his hand. The other boys laughed and snickered a little behind him.

Eventually around the second meeting they left you alone. However, their leader decided to stay and sit in your single dorm. "How can I convince you to give me the money instead of Aubrey and her girl group?"

Deciding to give him an answer that would hopefully make him back off, you said, "A date this Friday. A good one that you plan."

But of course, he was a frat guy who wasn't one to turn down a challenge. "Fine. I'll text you the details." Bumper got up, typing his number into your phone that laid on the nightstand. He soon left after, not before changing his contact name to "Sugar Baby," like an idiot.

During the date he did the stupid take your hair down and glasses off thing like in movies. But he was surprisingly a gentleman. He admitted to having Donald's help finding a good place to go but it was like sparks flying.

You sat on a hill close to the university, having thrown away your froyo cups earlier. The stars were bright tonight. Before you could react, he kissed you.

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So I haven't done any haikyuu yet and I'm obsessed with waka and the seijoh 4... anyways I'm doing a royalty AU idk if theres gonna be a set love interest tho..!! Reader is fem and a pretty princess called rose which is a fake name ( ´∀`) (anything I post w a reader is fem btw so if that's not your cup of tea I totally understand)

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The Kingdom of Roses was known for their thorny yet sweet nobility. The ladies of the court were of fair face and sweet graces. Though none compared to the Crown Jewel. Which happened to be their princess, Rose. Funny, being called rose when that is all your homeland is known for.

The royal family never went by their real names until they reached twenty years of age. Long ago, King Valentin the Seventh trusted many with knowing who he was. His own advisor sold him out for a title in a kingdom far, far away. Every year on February 14th, they mourned and also celebrated King Valentin who heroically sacrificed himself for his wife and their sons.

Rose happened to be born on this day, which felt like an omen of both reincarnation and yet... death. She was turning nineteen this year, which meant soon all throughout the land would know her name other than Rose or Princess of Roses.

Her father thought long and hard about how to handle this situation. The solution he came up with? Marriage. So he invited princes from the shores of Paladinor to the grassy terrains of Crownspire. Hopefully she would choose someone they could trust like Crown Prince Toru of Crownspire or even the son of Duke Matsukawa from the Western Territories.

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Rose woke up in her four poster bed to her maids already preparing her gown and tiara for the day. "Good morning Tulip and Daisy..." She mumbled groggily, sliding her sleep mask onto her nightstand.

"Good morning Princess. Your father wishes you a happy birthday, he's waiting in the dining room." Tulip, her older maid smiled, guiding her to sit at the table and eat breakfast.

Daisy however, quickly got to fixing the bed. "I heard from the cooks he asked for a twenty layer cake with whipped frosting and sugar flowers this year, m'lady."

Rose tilted her head as she gently set her porcelain tea cup on the saucer. "Really? Twenty? I told him I was fine with only ten like last year..."

"I think he does it to spoil our precious girl." Tulip patted her head, helping Daisy with the soft silk blankets. "Don't rush drinking your tea, dear. It's hot. I made sure it was."

Rose hummed, opening her gold locked journal. She picked up her fountain pen and got to writing. 'Dear diary, today is my birthday and first day as official heir to my father's throne. I'll be meeting the Parliament as well as more than just the occasional villager I see when in my carriage... Everybody's got pre-coronation jitters, including me. Except Wiseria, that silly old cat. She's used to being the future queen's pet. I suppose she was one all along.'

Rose got dressed, Daisy tugging at her corset and nearly taking the wind out of her. The Princess rushed out of her bedroom, sliding down the staircase railing like she was six again. The doors to the dining room opened and she hastily caught her breath. "Sorry I'm late, father, Daisy tightened my corset too much again-"

Rose looked up and saw at least six noble boys her age waiting with her parents. "Oh. I didn't know you invited company..."

"Well, boys, this is my daughter. Princess Rose." Her very embarrassed father introduced her, guiding his daughter to sit down next to him and her mother.

Prince Toru didn't seem all that bothered at her tardiness. "It's wonderful to see you again, Princess." He greeted with that charming smile that made every girl at the Academy for Young Princes and Princesses swoon.

"Hello Prince Toru..." Rose coughed, clearing her throat as she adjusted her gloves.

Young Duke Issei, or Mattsun as many referred to him, put a hand on Toru's shoulder. "I think a princess who can apologize for being late is charming, don't you think?" He glanced at the Prince who hummed in agreement.

"We'll leave you to mingle and get to know them, alright?" Her mother patted her hand before walking out after her father.

"Finally they're gone! It sucked having to act like I remembered which fork is the salad fork." Mattsun's act dropped as he slumped in his chair.

Iwaizumi sharpened his sword from his spot at the table. "At least act like you care about making a good impression, Issei? I don't think the Princess wants to hear about your struggles with dining etiquette." Unlike Toru, Iwaizumi wasn't a prince like many thought. He was actually the son of Jisei Hajime, the Captain of Paladinor's royal guards.

"You pain me, Iwaizumi. Truly. I can feel my heart shattering into pieces." Issei fanned himself dramatically, falling backwards as Hanamaki caught him.

"You've broken his heart, Haji. Tore it to pieces." Prince Hanamaki or just Prince Makki of the Southern Isles shook his head in mock disappointment.

Princess Rose watched from her seat. It was hard to tell whether or not she was in a love pentagon. The boys acted like boyfriends rather than just friends.

Prince Toru reached across the table, taking her hand. "Don't worry my dear princess, unlike them, I happen to know how to properly appreciate such a wonderful beauty like you."

Iwaizumi smacked his hand away. "At least ask to hold her hand first."

Toru rubbed his hand, glaring at his best friend. "Not even my butler hits me!"

"They should." Mattsun and Makki snickered. "Smack some sense into you." Mattsun wrapped an arm around the pinkish haired boy.

"How unbecoming, trying to hold the Princess' hand before marriage." Makki tutted, clicking his tongue.

Rose chuckled behind her hand-fan. "Very unbecoming." She closed the fan, setting it down next to her. "But because it happens to be you, I'll let it slide."

Toru stuck his tongue out at Makki and Mattsun before holding her hand again. "See? She clearly wants me to hold her hand."

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Your Honor I love them </3 draco and his big sister have my heart :( if you want this can be read as reader is callidora btw

Draco dragged Callidora out of bed at six in the morning on a Saturday to the courtyard. She rubbed her eyes and groaned as he tugged her along by her arm.

"Why are we up so early? It's Saturday..." Callidora yawned, sitting on a bench in the courtyard.

"I have a surprise for you because you've been looking depressed." He sat down next to her, already dressed for the day.

"Ron what's wrong with you, we were just about to prank Snape-!" George walked behind the Golden Trio, his brother holding his wrist. "Callie?"

Callidora shot up, hiding Draco behind her. "You stay away from him."

"Ron said that Lee needed to talk to me." He glared at his younger brother.

"Just tell her how you feel. That's you're sorry. Don't blame Draco." Harry told him, looking up at the twin.

She stayed still, letting him speak.

"Callie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that. I was a total jerk. Beating up your brother wouldn't have fixed anything or taken back what he said. I love you so much. Will you please give me another chance?" He spoke honestly, no joking or sarcasm. The redhead took her hands into his, rubbing her palm subconsciously.

"You mean one millionth chance?" Callidora smiled, looking back at Draco who gave her a nod of approval.

"I suppose you can take him back. You were so boring being depressed." Draco waved her off.

"Alright, one more chance." She kissed his cheek.

"You're the love of my life, Callie." George hugged her, watching the sun rise in the sky.

Trust im gonna do part three of her shadow. Just not now. Anyway introducing my pjo oc Royalty!! I hate her sm/j. PS if anyone reading this is chinese and I make any mistakes IM SO SORRY. Please correct me, I want to be 100% accurate!

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Was Royalty spoiled? Yes. Was she talented in the art of acting? Absolutely. Royalty had never been told no a day in her life. Her mother decided around age three that her daughter was going to be just like her. An actress.

Unlike many other kids at Camp Half-Blood, Royalty didn't struggle. She didn't have to watch her mother wonder if she should pay the bills or buy groceries. Of course, did this mean she was nice to them? Absolutely not. Why would Royalty of all people do that?

After a third photo shoot of the day, the young actress finally got to go home to her mother's villa in Hidden Hills, California. Her assistant, a timid twenty-one year old son of Apollo who knew about Royalty's parentage, carried her shopping bags and his tablet.

Her mother, Mei Ling (if this seems wrong or inappropriate please let me know and I'll change it!), followed them inside. "Did you have fun today, my dove?"

"Of course I did, mummy." She set her purse down on one of the small tables by the door.

"Ms. Mei, I called and made sure your schedule was cleared the rest of the afternoon like you requested." Marcus gently set the bags of clothes down.

The woman gave him an extra one hundred dollar bill. "I knew I could trust you, Marcus. Take the rest of the day off. Relax."

He looked surprised at the request. "Are you sure, ma'am?"

Mei Ling nodded, guiding Royalty to the living room. The young girl expected her usual nail tech waiting to do her acrylics, but what she found was seven teenagers and her father.

"What's going on?" She glanced at her mother behind her. "Why are you here? My birth month was five months ago. It's May."

"My princess, we need to have a talk. It's very important." Zeus took his daughter's hands, rising from one of the leather couches. "You're seventeen and a half. It's getting too dangerous for you to live in the mortal world full time without learning to harness your powers."

"Oooh, are you sending me to live with you on Olympus!?" Royalty's eyes glimmered with excitement.

"No, but you'll be staying at a special camp in New York where girls and boys your age learn to fight and live like the demigods they are." He explained as gently as he could.

"Camp!? Why would I go to a camp? Camping is for poor people who can't afford a yacht." Her face dropped instantly, the smile on her face turning into a frown.

"That's really Thalia's sister?" One of the boys asked. He was wearing an orange shirt and shorts. For a seemingly seventeen year old, he had a weird gray streak in his hair...

"Do not speak of that annoying wannabe daughter of Zeus near me!" Royalty snapped, glaring at him. He held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't realize that was a sore subject." The boy grimaced. "You're Royalty right? I've seen you in a ton of movies."

She seemed pleased at him recognizing her fame. "Of course I am."

"Oh yeah, I've heard of you. I think my dad did a show or something with you." One girl with messy brown hair spoke from her spot next to a blonde boy who had glasses on. "I'm Piper."

"Like Tristan McLean? Oh, I remember him I guess." Royalty rolled her eyes like the conversation bored her.

"The camp is just during the summer months, so you'll get to go home in September and keep filming movies." Zeus reassured, her mother nodding along. "Your mother had Marcus cancel any business during those months."

"This will be good for you, my dove. Maybe you'll find a nice boy like you." Mei Ling crouched down, holding her daughter's cheeks. "If you behave, I'll think about buying you that Chanel bag you wanted."

She seemed tempted at the offer. "Do you promise?"

"Of course. Why would I ever lie to my angel?" Her mother kissed her head. "Now, I'm going to have the chef brew some tea. You just relax and let your father talk."

Mei walked out of the living room, her heels clicking on the marble floors. She disappeared through an arched doorway into the kitchen.

"Well why didn't we just make a trail of makeup and purses to camp if that's all it took?" A scrawny, tanned boy laughed. Piper nudged him as the tall god of the sky glared at him.

"I will not hesitate to smite you with thunder, Leo Valdez." He stood back up and guided Royalty to the armchair.

Leo went very silent, avoiding eye contact. The others let out laughs or chuckles at his sudden silence.

Royalty was given some tea by her mother. The cup and saucer were porcelain with flowers and butterflies on it. She quietly drank her tea, watching them with a curiousness in her usually judging eyes.

"They'll be bringing you back to camp, you'll have a day to pack as well as to say your goodbyes to your mother and grandparents." The King of Olympus told his daughter. He patted her head before going into the kitchen behind Mei.

The next day was filled with packing up clothes, toiletries, and a bit of makeup and skincare. Royalty complained about doing the work. She lazily handed Annabeth and Piper clothes to put into her suitcases.

During their ride to Camp Half-Blood, a large manticore ran the car off the road. It clawed the door open to grab a screaming Royalty into it's jaws. It poisoned her with it's half scorpion tail, knocking the girl out completely.

Before they could save her, it ran off into the forest. When Chiron reported that she had never made it to camp, Zeus was furious. The sky thundered and rained for days. He yelled at the Seven, snapping at anyone who dared to ask if he was okay.

Gods searched every hour of the day. Artemis searched the forests with her Huntresses, Apollo giving them a bird's eye view. Every demigod at Camp Half-Blood was sent on quests to look for her, leaving camp a ghost town.

Back in California... Royalty woke up in a bed. Her head ached and she noticed an IV sticking out of her arm. The last thing she remembered was hitting the ground on the road before everything went black.

"Where am I...?" She mumbled, holding her hand to her forehead.

The door opened and a tall, smug looking teenager in what looked like a purple camp shirt and a white sheet stood infront of her bed.

"You must be... Royalty, right? Welcome to Camp Jupiter. I read your recommendation letters. Getting one from Venus is lucky. But Jupiter and Juno themselves? That's impressive. I'm Octavian, I'll be your tour guide."

I couldn't resist posting the second part! Hope you enjoy!

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Draco had thought long and hard on how to convince his sister to dump George Weasley. Every guy had his weaknesses. Draco just needed to find his. Perhaps taunting Potter would work. This was probably his greatest scheme yet. If he was lucky, maybe they'd even get banned as well.

After the Slytherin versus Gryffindor match, which Slytherin lost and Hooch was now berating Crabbe for his illegal bludger move, Draco scoffed. He insulted the Weasleys, watching Harry let go of George's wand.

He made the act seem real, even fighting back. Sure he ended up with a bloody nose, but now Callidora was running over and shoving George away. The arrogant Slytherin moaned and groaned in pain, letting his sister hold him.

"What is wrong with you!?" She screamed at George, holding Draco in her arms. "Draco may insult people, but he didn't need a beating for it! Stay away from me and my brother!"

George seemed to have realized what he'd done. "Callie wait! I couldn't let him talk to Harry like that!"

He chased after her as she went with Draco to the Hospital Wing. "Callie I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! He can be a little terror, you know that!"

"A terror!? So my brother is a terror now? We are done, George Weasley! Don't come near me!" The Prefect huffed, turning away. She reassured her brother that the Weasley twin would never come near him again.

When Callidora was looking away, Draco gave him a smug smile. George glared at him and stormed out.

"Cals, I feel lightheaded... Will you sing to me?" He dramatically put a hand on his forehead.

The Prefect sat down with him, holding his hand. "Of course Draco."

Over the next week, the twins pulled out all the stops to get her to take George back. From fireworks to her choir asking her to please give him another chance. Every time she said no, cursed him, or walked off without a word.

At this point, Draco had his sister under his thumb. She felt so guilty about dating someone who hurt her brother that she did whatever he wanted. The attention felt pretty good, but then he started to notice how sad Callidora looked when they came across places or things she did with him before the fight.

It was hard to admit that maybe breaking his sister's relationship up just so she'd pay attention to him again was a bad idea. Telling her that he did it on purpose? That was harder. Callidora wouldn't hate him for it, but she certainly will not talk to Draco for a month if he did.

So he slipped the Golden Trio a note. 'Astronomy Tower. 10 p.m.' Thankfully the three decided to come. "Oh good you're here-"

"Nope, come on Harry, let's go." Ron was already going down the steps.

"Wait! Don't leave! This is important!" Draco urged. "I promise, I won't make fun of you or bother you for a month if you just help me!"

Hermione was about to follow Ron but stopped. "What's so important that you need our help?"

Draco fiddled with his wand, looking out at the stars. "I sort of... insulted you, so my sister would dump Weasel-bee's brother. But now she's all depressed because of it and I can't tell her I planned it or she'll never talk to me again!"

Harry stayed put, letting the blonde ramble on and on about Callidora. "So you said all that stuff about my mother and the Weasleys... Because she stopped paying attention to you?"

He caught his breath after explaining. "Just please, help me. She won't take him back and it'd be weird for me to let her date him again."

"You hate us though." Ron crossed his arms, not believing it for a minute.

"Please. Callidora is a wreck and she doesn't do wrecks or failing grades. I'll get her to the courtyard and you can tell your brother to try one more time." The Slytherin looked out at the stars. "Seeing her unhappy is like seeing myself unhappy. Callidora is the center of my universe and if she's like this any longer, I already know what will happen and I can't imagine a world without her. Because a world without Callidora is like all the stars in the sky disappearing."

Hermione actually looked convinced. They'd never seen the pureblood boy so emotional before. "You really mean it, huh?"

"Callidora is perfect. She always knows what to do, she fixes my problems without a complaint, and she lights up the halls with her smile. I haven't seen that smile. That genuine, real smile in over a week." He admitted, as if embarrassed for caring about his sister's wellbeing. "I was always able to tell when she was lying or faking."

"We'll help you. Not because we like you, but because George's all moody and distant since your sister dumped him." Ron gave in, Harry nodding along.

Another oc fic! This time its my oc of Draco's older sister! Not many ships though!

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Callidora was perfect. Good grades, a Prefect, in the Hogwarts choir, and effortlessly gorgeous. How could Draco compare? Sure he was smart and handsome as well. Every Malfoy was. But she was like a god in their father's eyes. Every birthday was celebrated the entire month. If Callidora was the Sun, everyone else would be the planets orbiting around her.

All of Slytherin were like devotees. Like moths to her bright flame. Draco had to admit, he was indeed one of those moths. Before going to his father, he'd threaten anyone with her name.

"My sister will hear about this!" He'd yell and storm off. Yet she always fixed his problems. Late at night when he couldn't fall asleep, Draco would find himself in her arms.

She'd sing a lullaby their mother would hum to them as babies. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."

Callidora dated, but they never seemed to last. She was more focused on classes and choir. As well as Draco. If anyone she dated or was close with even said one bad word about him, they were never seen near her again.

She was graceful and charming in a way that made anyone like her. Even a Gryffindor. It was shocking that Callidora was a Slytherin. But deep underneath those kind smiles and 'benevolent' words, was a heart that was rather despicable.

If a Slytherin got a detention, it suddenly went away. The quidditch team got caught cheating during a match? It was deemed fair and they won.

To say she wasn't a Slytherin without really knowing her was like saying Harry Potter wasn't the Chosen One. Callidora was a cheater. A lying, filthy cheater. If it had a benefit to her, she'd help.

Draco took after his sister. They were two sides of the same coin. An artist and his muse. For once in his life, he didn't mind being in her shadow. Basking in her glory was enough.

Then, his idea of his sister shattered. George Weasley managed to weasel his way into Callidora's heart. Suddenly she didn't have time to talk to Draco or comfort him late into the night. Callidora would tell him, "I'm busy right now Draco."

One way or another, Draco would break them up. He would not let his sister get caught up with Weasley trash. Even if it meant breaking her heart.

The North's Poison

This has oc x Oberyn Martell, Sansa x Joffrey (don't worry she's safe), and other ships

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Dyanna was finally relaxing at Sunspear when she was delivered a letter. It was from King's Landing, back in the place she vowed to never return. Dyanna skimmed the contents and her face turned pale.

"My dearest sister, I fear for my life. Joffrey has killed our father and I worry for Robb. I wish I never agreed to wed him." She whispered out loud. Oberyn noticed the look on her face from his spot on the chaise across from her.

"Yanna, what's wrong?" He tilted his head. Though usually playful, he was serious when needed to be.

"It's Sansa. My father is dead." Dyanna looked up. "For treason against the crown."

Her husband's eyes widened, shocked at the notion of Ned Stark committing treason. "Really? Treason?"

The tanned girl nodded, clutching the letter into her hands. Oberyn hugged her, feeling tears hit his shoulder. "I'll have the ships be prepared."

One of his daughters came in, Nymeria. She watched her step-mother cry into her father's shoulder. "What's going on?"

"We're going to King's Landing, Nym. Tell your sisters we'll be back soon." Oberyn rubbed his wife's back.

"What's wrong with her?" Tyene followed Nymeria into the room.

Dyanna's shoulders shook, her eyes red from crying. "It's nothing, just family difficulties."

"Why do you have to go to King's Landing?" Tyene asked, running her fingers through her hair.

Dyanna walked out, tear tracks running down her cheeks. Servants packed clothes and necessities for the trip to Westeros. Their father sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Something happened to her father. Do not, and I mean do not cause any trouble while we are gone." Oberyn put his hands on his daughters shoulders.

"Can't we go with you?" They insisted.

"Someone needs to be here to help your uncle. His health is fragile." He kissed their heads and followed Dyanna.

When the ship arrived at Westeros, Dyanna seemed almost afraid to step on the soil she decided long ago to never return to. She took her husband's hand, taking a shaky step onto the soft dirt.

"Very good. You're doing so well, my poison." The Red Viper held her hand tight.

Soon they made it to King's Landing. Sansa hugged her sister tight, eyes wet with unshed tears.

"I thought you wouldn't come..." The ginger girl whispered, as if afraid Joffrey would overhear and punish her.

"I am never leaving you alone again. Not now. Not ever." Dyanna rubbed her sister's back, glaring at Joffrey from across the throne room.

"We'll get you out of here. That's a promise." Oberyn laid a hand on Dyanna's lower back.

"Where's Arya?" She whispered in Sansa's ear.

"She went missing ages ago. I swore I saw her at Father's beheading..." Sansa responded. "What's Dorne like...?"

"Dorne is warm... modesty is a thing of the past there..." The tanned woman explained quietly. "Oberyn has eight daughters. They're all special in their own ways. They call me Darysa now. Says Dyanna is too Westerosi."

Sansa let out a small chuckle at that. "Are there really snakes there?"

"People and actual snakes, yes." Dyanna carded her fingers through her hair.

After dinner, the sisters packed her belongings, leaving anything given to Sansa by Joffrey. With Tyrion's help, they were able to find Arya and bring her back with them to Dorne. Arya took to the Dornish lifestyle instantly.

Oberyn's daughters were suspicious of the two new members of the family. Nymeria was the first one to let the youngest Stark daughter into their inner circle.

Sansa met a boy her age. He was from a good family and promised her the world. Only, he meant it, unlike Joffrey. Arya became a wealthy trader of certain items you could only get from Westeros.

After bringing her sisters back with them to Dorne, Dyanna learned she was pregnant. Oberyn had his men bring the rest of the Starks to Sunspear. Catelyn made special meals that she ate when she was carrying Dyanna.

In the early spring, labor hit. Her shrill screams from pain echoed through the halls. The Princess had threatened her poor husband many times during the birth to the point where he was terrified she'd act on it.

"It's a boy, my Prince." The Maester announced, wrapping the babe in cloths and setting him down on Dyanna's chest.

"Let's name him Myreos..." She whispered, smiling tiredly down at their son.

"If I say yes, will you not threaten to put my head on a spike?" Oberyn gulped, sweat resting on his noble brow.

Another Darla centered fic because she's my favorite oc <3 this is pre-Hogwarts and little Darla x little Draco

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Draco arrived at the Yaxley Manor with his parents. Narcissa seemed surprisingly nervous for her son's first play date with the Yaxley girl. Lucius though, was very happy his son was associating with the correct sort. The wooden double doors opened, revealing a small house elf.

"Good morning Mr. Malfoy, Olympia was told to lead you to the drawing room..." The house elf was timid and rather quiet, walking down the ornate halls.

They entered the drawing room where Corban Yaxley and his just as snobbish wife, Yvette Yaxley were waiting. Between them was this innocent looking little girl who was only a month younger than Draco.

"Lucius, great to see you again. Don't worry about watching the children, the elves are always at every door." Corban shook his close friend's hand.

"Narcissa. I love your dress. You must tell me who designed it." Yvette crossed arms with the woman.

The adults left the room and Olympia took her spot by the doors. Draco sat on one of the leather couches, holding his small stuffed dragon.

"I'm Draco."

The curly haired girl looked up from her toy makeup. "I'm Darla. Do you like to act?"

"I suppose." He shrugged, watching her sit next to him.

"Mummy said that you don't do pageants. Is that true?" Darla asked, tilting her head.

"Pageants are for girls. I'm a boy." Draco huffed indignantly.

"Do you like tea parties?" She questioned, grabbing a tea set from the toy box by the fireplace.

"That's girly. I like dueling." The young boy hugged his dragon toy tighter.

"Maybe your dragon likes tea parties." Darla set up the tea set on the coffee table. She grabbed her unicorn toy and set it down next to her.

Draco followed, taking a seat across from her. For the next hour and a half, the two had a tea party, played knights and princesses, and Draco tried his best to use his little hands to do Darla's makeup.

The adults came back in near the end of the play date. Narcissa had to cough to cover her laughter. Little children were not that great at makeup. Corban picked up Darla as his wife wiped the makeup off.

"My Little Princess had fun with her new friend, huh?" Corban pushed the tipping tiara back onto her head.

"He did my makeup! Do I look pretty?" The small girl's eyes shined with excitement.

"Of course you do." Yvette kissed her head. "But Draco has to go home with his parents."

The two children looked upset at having to say goodbye. Lucius and Corban had to pry Darla off Draco. For a six year old, she had the grip of a gym rat.

"Bye bye Draco..." She waved from the drawing room.