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"Evolution of Magic" by: Evan Call from: Frieren: Beyond Journey's End

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Winter wedding (M) - Jaimsa

for @evolution-of-magic​ 250 words Rated M (for language only, but it’s under a cut)

Canon era, but everything else is AU

also, last one, I’m done!

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When the door closed behind them, Sansa turned towards her husband, only a little bit nervous about what she was expected to do.

He took off his hand, which was jarring, to say the least, but he set it down on a table before reaching up to start undressing.

“Let me do that for you,” Sansa said softly, coming to his side and undoing the clasps and buckles and ties on his doublet. It was gilded, as was everything on his armour.

Maybe his cock is gilded as well... Jeyne had giggled, and Sansa couldn’t get the image out of her head, so she stifled a giggle as well.

“Something funny, my lady?” Jaime asked, smiling warmly.

“It was just... something silly my friend said earlier.”

“Share it with me, I like to laugh.”

“Oh no, it was rude, I couldn’t...”

“Rude about whom?” he asked.

She swallowed.

He nodded in understanding. “She said something about my hand?”

“No, Ser, no... it was... she said that everything you were wearing was gilded, she wondered if your... manhood was also gilded.”

He smirked. “I’m afraid not... but for your sake, I’m glad of it. You can use my name, Sansa. We’re married now.”

She blushed and smoothed her fingers over his doublet before he pulled it off. “I’m sure it’s... adequate...  Jaime.”

He chuckled and wrapped one arm around her abdomen, using the other, the one with a hand to brush her hair out of her face. “Darling, I hope so.”

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Adore Me - Dramione

for @evolution-of-magic​ Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger 1,556 words Rated T

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I’d love to.

Draco had set a dangerous precedent.

Or at least, to him, it appeared that way. Nearly a year before, he’d been biding his time, working with Granger, and slowly showing her that he was a changed man. Or really, that he was a man with differing ideals from the snot-nosed brat of a child he had been.

Merlin, when he thought about himself in school, he visibly cringed. Never mind what happened when he saw the dark mark on his arm.  He wore long sleeves to cover it up, but sometimes, the very knowledge that it was there at all kept him up at night. He’d been working off an evil, fascist delusion, brought on by godlike worship of his father.  A father who rotted in Azkaban as he, himself, stood free.

A father who would likely never know his son’s heart. Or see his son truly happy. Draco was fine with that. Lucius deserved nothing of the sort.

But it was still there. Still heavily present as he approached Granger long ago, on that day, exactly one year before. He’d known there was a very strong possibility that she’d turn him down. But he had to try. She smelled so good, and she was so beautiful it hurt. He’d known it was imperative that he at least make the attempt.

So he’d asked Hermione Granger to dinner. Draco’s words hung stationary in the silence for what felt like ages before she responded. With a smile, she nodded. “I’d love to.”

Ever since that day Draco had felt as if he were living someone else’s life. Someone who was good. Someone who deserved to have this goddess of a woman to wake up next to every morning. Who deserved to choke down her awful pancakes that she refused to make with magic. Who deserved to have her forgiveness surround him like a warm blanket in the middle of a big freeze.

She felt warm. Her love was warmth, and he wanted nothing more than to give her something half as warm as she was.

That was why he’d planned this proposal. It wasn’t the way wix had done it, well… ever. They were usually small affairs, an agreement made in the company of both party’s parents. They’d agree upon marrying, set a date, and let their parents know all in one go.

It had become a sort of spectacle in its own way over the years, with one partner or the others’ parents trying to plan more and more opulent settings for the discussion to take place.

Pansy’s, for instance, had taken place at her parents’ holiday home in Maui. Which hadn’t necessarily won over Neville Longbottom’s grandmother, but he supposed they all got a nice holiday out of it at any rate.

But seeing as their circumstances were different than most everyone else, he had decided on a proposal to match. One that was decided more muggle in nature.

It was why he’d rented out the very same restaurant where they’d had their first dinner together exactly a year before. It was also where he’d stolen a kiss on the sidewalk outside while they said the world’s longest good night.

And it was where he was going to ask her to be his wife.

Every time he thought about it, he felt like he had bats swirling in his belly, flapping their wings and tickling him from the inside. His wife. Her husband. For the rest of their lives.

Merlin, it was a lot. Not too much, mind. It was something they’d both discussed in the way of the vaguely distant ‘someday’.  It was Draco who’d taken it upon himself to define someday as today.

He’d hired a band. Well, he’d hired a bunch of enchanted instruments to serenade them throughout the meal. It was just as good as a band.

Draco had even thought to order the same food they’d each ordered that night.

And he had a ring.

Another muggle custom that wix didn’t take part in. Well, there was a ring. But it was a ring with the family crest on it. The ring that indicated you were now under the protection of the other’s family. And both partners received one. It wasn’t anything old or antique usually. It was the trend now for the mothers to design crest rings for their child’s partner.

But considering his family were the Malfoys, he didn’t want to assume that Granger would be stepping under their canopy of protection. If anyone was being protected, it was him.

He couldn’t imagine his mother was too broken up about not designing a ring for Hermione. Not that she didn’t like her, because she did. A lot. Took her on shopping trips all the bloody time. On weekends when Draco would rather have his witch all to himself.

But his mother had gone back to her maiden name and started giving away so much of her family money left to her via inheritance, that the name Black now incited passivity, rather than heavy cringing.

Mum would likely agree with him that to place Hermione under the protection of either name would only tarnish hers.

So that left him with the ring he’d chosen from a shop in Muggle London. One he’d found thanks to Hermione’s best friend and his old nemesis, Potter.

The ring was done in rose gold, and Potter had said something about blood diamonds and wrinkled his nose in a grimace. And even though blood diamonds sounded fascinating as hell, Draco ceded to Harry’s judgment and opted for a different stone. He chose a purple one that glittered in the light, an amethyst, according to the jeweler.

He’d been very patient with Draco as he’d chosen the setting and the cut.  And now that the finished ring was in his pocket, he found he could scarcely breathe.

Hermione arrived promptly at seven but didn’t realise that he’d rented out the entire restaurant for the evening and thus, waited outside for him to arrive. The Maître-d’ informed him of this snafu, and once he went out to meet her and insisted that the restaurant was indeed open, they were swiftly seated at the table he’d chosen.

She looked around for a long moment. “You rented out the dining room.”

“You always were a clever one, Granger,” he deadpanned.

“This is the place where we first ate together,” she continued. “I obviously remember that. And since today is our anniversary, you decided to make it special?”

“Indeed.” He waited to see if she’d guess the rest of it, but instead, she took a sip of her wine and looked round.

“It’s rather quiet when there’s no one else, isn’t it?”

“Would you rather there be more noise?”

“Almost. I can hear your thoughts. I can’t make them out, but I can hear them.”

“That would make you the world’s worst legilimens.”

She peered at him but had no more guesses.  It was then that their food arrived at the table.

“Wait, I never ordered--” Her quizzical face broke into a grin when she saw what slid in front of her. “This is what we ate last time.”

“Is it?”

“It is, you romantic old sod.” She nudged him under the table with her foot.

He was going to wait until dessert arrived, but he just couldn’t any longer. He reached for her hand.

“Granger?”

“Malfoy?”

“You know you’re absolutely the best--”

“I’d love to,” she interrupted.

“What?” He frowned, looking down at her hand. What had he said?

“Move into your flat? That’s what you’re asking? I mean, I practically live there anyway--”

As much as he loved to wax poetic about Granger, she never failed to take flying leaps from the pedestal he placed her on and kick his arse on the way down.

Merlin help him, he adored her.

“You insufferable know-it-all, I’m trying to ask you to marry me, Granger.”

She froze then, looking down at their joined hands and back into his eyes. “What… here? What about your mother, and my parents? Isn’t this supposed to be--”

“A symbolic pile of garbage, yes. But instead, I thought the better way to do it would be to insult you and then propose. I nailed it, didn’t I?”

She laughed and squeezed his hand. “You absolutely did, you horrible prat.”

“So will you?”

“Will I what?” Her smile was infectious and he pulled the ring out of his pocket, holding it out to her.

“Marry me?”

“Of course I will, bloody git.” She took the ring from him and slid it on her finger. It looked fantastic, glittering in the low light. “Can I kiss you now, or will that mess up the dancing flatware bringing out our second course?”

He stood and she practically leaped into his arms, wrapping hers around him as their lips found each other almost by instinct. “Hate to break it to you, but there’s no dancing flatware.”

“Damn it all, and to think this was almost a perfect evening,” she teased.

“I love you, Hermione.”

“I love you, Draco.”

He kissed her softly once more. “I could enchant the dishes to do a little dance for you at home.”

She chuckled. “I’d rather if you did a little dance for me at home.”

“I’d love to.”

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Fae - Jaime Lannister/Sansa Stark

for @evolution-of-magic​ 337 words Rated T Fae AU

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Sansa was hard-pressed to look at everything around her. As she was being led down a flowered path, she knew she should be frightened, but anything would be better than the marriage she’d escaped. She knew Fae didn’t love the way humans did, but she also knew they didn’t hurt like they did either.

They might hurt in different ways, but she be more apt to survive it.

She’d never survive Ramsay.

The one she was promised to, sat on a wooden throne that seemed to appear before her, and Sansa’s breath caught in her throat when she saw him. He really was gorgeous. In a terrifying sort of way.  And his hand was solid gold. Just like the legend said.

She swallowed thickly and approached the throne when he crooked his finger. Not the gold one. The flesh and blood one.  She moved forward and bent to curtsey.  So deep it made her hips and knees ache. Old wounds reminding her of what she was escaping.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said softly, his finger crooking on her chin as he drew her to her full height. Which was nearly as tall as him.

“I wanted to show reverence, my lord.”

He smiled and shook his head. “I’m no lord, Sansa. I’m to be your husband. You’re to be my equal.”

She wasn’t sure what to do with that, but as he looked deeply into her eyes, she felt more at ease with him. So she responded. “Not sure I’d know what to do as your equal.”

“You’ll figure it out soon enough. Freedom is an easier lesson to learn than the opposite. And so help me, you’ll never belong to anyone else, Sansa Stark.”

She liked the sound of that, but a tiny voice at the back of her mind told her that he couldn’t ensure that. No one could.

“Yes I can,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. It put her at ease. Even if it didn’t make sense just now.

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Werewolves - Darcy/Remy

for @evolution-of-magic​ 229 words Rated M (under cut) I can’t resist you

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“I can’t resist you, cher...” His skin felt burning hot against hers, but Darcy liked it. The air was chilly, and his hand was rucking up her top. She was out of breath from running, but her heart was racing and she swore she could feel her pulse thrumming all over her entire body.

He’d just shifted, so he wasn’t out of breath at all. He was absolutely naked, though. And that thought thrilled her more than a little.

The sliver of a moon barely gave off any light, but they didn’t need it. Remy could see better in the dark than her, and he knew where they were. Judging by the claw marks on the tree, he’d been here before.

His other arm wound around her other side, fingers going for the buttons on her blouse as he stepped up closer to her. Nuzzling against her throat, he inhaled deeply like he couldn’t get enough.

The more he pressed against her, the more she leaned forward, until she had her hands pressed against the tree in front of her.

He had her blouse unbuttoned as he slowly lowered them to the ground, pine needles and twigs poking her knees as he flipped up her skirt.

“You’re sure?“ he murmured, his hand smoothing over her panties.

She nodded rapidly and groaned when he slid them down over her hips.

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The perfect gift - Finn/Poe/Rey

for @evolution-of-magic​ 410 words Rated T

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“Why am I doing all the cleaning, though?” Poe asked, broom in hand as he swept the entryway.

“Because you’re good at it. You’re a pilot,” Finn replied from the kitchen.

“That makes no sense at all. Being a pilot has nothing to do with cleanliness.”

“Maybe not, but you’re the most anal-retentive about the cleaning because of your pilot training so I mean…” Finn replied. “Do you think I should bother with the cranberries? They won’t be cool by the time we get dinner on the table.”

“You could put them in the freezer after you make the sauce,” Poe offered, bringing the dustpan to the bin. “Maybe put it on a cookie sheet so the surface area is thinner or whatever.”

“Good idea,” Finn replied.

As Poe was emptying the dustpan, the front door opened and they both froze in place. “You’re early!” Poe called.

“Is that bad?” Rey asked, sighing as she hung her purse on the hook by the door.

“Depends… you’re never early.” Poe replaced the dustpan in its home, along with the broom and he and Finn both left the kitchen to greet Rey.

Her shoulders were slumped and she’d sat down on the chair that none of them ever sat on.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Poe asked.

“Oh, I think I got fired.”

“Fired?” Finn asked.

“Yeah… I told off some woman because I asked her nicely to pull her mask up over her face for the sake of others, and she told me I was a bitch and I should stuff mine down my throat for her sake, and I told her to shove hers up her ass, it’d do as much good as wearing it on her chin, and then my supervisor told me to go home.” She smirked slightly, and Finn brought his hand up to cover his mouth, likely to stifle the laughter that was shaking his shoulders.

“I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall,” he chuckled.

“It was… I’m pretty proud of it, actually,” Rey said. “Not proud of likely losing my job, but I mean…”

“We cleaned the house,” Finn offered. “For you. So you could relax.”

“I cleaned. Finn’s made half a dinner because he couldn’t decide what to do with the cranberries,” Poe interjected.

Rey grinned brilliantly at both of them and pushed up out of her sulking chair. “Thank you, I adore it. The perfect thing to come home to.”

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Succubus - Finn/Poe Dameron/Rey

for @evolution-of-magic​ 267 words Rated T Succubus AU

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Finn and Poe were laying in bed when she arrived.

They’d only completed the incantation hours before. Usually it took closer to a day to summon a succubus, so they were surprised when one climbed through a rip in space in the middle of their bedroom a scant four hours after completing the ritual.

“Oh,” Finn said, surprised as the woman brushed something off her leather pants and reached up to smooth her hair.

“I’m not in the wrong house again? I swear I hate these apartment buildings,” she said, sighing heavily as she eyed the two of them in bed. “Do you lot have creepy neighbors upstairs or something?”

“No,” Poe said quickly. “You’re in the right place. We... um... we summoned you. We’re the creepy neighbors.”

She smiled at the two of them and stepped closer to the bed. “In that case... what did you have in mind?”

“Oh, we had lots of things in mind,” Poe said. “But would that really matter?”

“Yeah, we heard you guys sort of... take the reins for yourselves...” Finn added.

“Only if that’s what you want,” she said, eyeing Finn for a long moment before reaching up to let her hair loose.  His breath caught and she grinned.

“It’s what I want,” Finn said softly.

“I know what you want,” she said in Poe’s direction. “Two peas in a pod, aren’t you?”

“That’s us,” Poe said quietly, watching as she toyed with the zipper on her bodysuit. She ended up leaving it alone and pulling Finn’s hand close to do it instead.

Yeah. She definitely had their number.

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#B1 - Diana/Steve

Ship: Diana of Themyscria/Steve Trevor For: @evolution-of-magic Prompt: #B1 “Quit stealing all the pillows!” Word Count: 114 Rating: T

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He tossed and turned, rolling over to the edge of the bed and back again. If there was one slightly negative thing about sharing a bed with Steve, it was that he was a very restless sleeper. He tossed and turned quite a lot.

“Quit stealing all the pillows,” Steve muttered, still half asleep.

Diana smiled. “It’s not stealing if I bought them,” she reminded him but scooted over slightly to allow him to share with her.

He mumbled something incoherently and snuggled down closer, his head resting in the crook of her neck.

She allowed her head to rest against his. She had approximately four seconds to enjoy this before he moved again.