For Idris?

🧑‍🏫 for Idris?

Idris Valley

It might be basic but it's Fig, followed by Weasley. They almost get in a fist fight with Ronen

Come Back To Me

Word Count: 2.6k

Odysseus Carrow x Phillip Prewett ( @rypnami )

Summary: Odysseus awaits Ollivander finishing the Ancient Magic wand, but his boyfriend finds him first. Only for Odysseus to be abducted by Rookwood from right next to Phillip.

Odysseus had always been one to pace. Normally he was able to curb the habit but now he was awaiting Ollivander’s results, Ranrok was on his way to the final repository, and Odysseus had to fight them all alone. So he was pacing a groove into Ollivander’s floor, until the door opened.

“I knew it.”

No, no no, not him.

“What are you doing here?” Odysseus hissed, pulling Phillip inside and spinning them so if anyone looked in the windows they wouldn’t see Phillip’s face. For the extra precaution Odysseus waved his wand to close the shutters.

As much as it scared him knowing half the Wizarding World was after him at the moment, Odysseus could admit to himself he was relieved Phillip was here. This could be his last day on earth. He didn’t want their last interaction to be a rushed kiss in an abandoned classroom as Odysseus left for San Bakaar’s Trial.

“Sirona said you’d been seen at Ollivander’s,” Phillip answered. “Or, the Owl had. What are you doing here? Did your wand get broken?”

Odysseus hated that the first thing that came to his mind was a lie, and worse that he was going to tell it. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Phillip. That may have been the case months ago but it wasn’t anymore. Phillip knew everything about him. Phillip was one of the few people Odysseus told the truth.

But ever since Phillip found out he was Owl he worried himself sick constantly. It only got worse when he found out about the trials. Odysseus hated it. It gutted him every time he got back to the Room of Requirement and saw Phillip asleep in a chair because he’d stayed up half the night to make sure Odysseus got home okay. Now Odysseus was going into a battle even he was scared of. So yes, he was going to lie, to spare Phillip the pain. But he didn’t even get the chance.

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me right now, Odysseus,” Phillip warned. “What’s happening?”

Damn it. Odysseus sighed and took both of Phillips hands. They looked out of place in Odysseus’ armored gloves. He focused on that and let his thumb trace Phillip’s knuckles as he spoke.

“Ranrok found the Repository,” Odysseus explained. He heard Phillip suck in a breath. “It’s under Hogwarts. He’s going to attack it with his drills and army any minute. Ollivander is making me a special wand to get me in.”

“Shit,” Phillip muttered. He squeezed Odysseus’ hands and took a deep breath. Then he nodded to himself as if he’d decided something. “I’m coming with you.”

“No you aren’t,” Odysseus argued.

“Yes I am.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“This is my choice! You can’t decide for me!”

“Yes I can!” Odysseus snapped. He tried to force a breath into his lungs through the panic flooding them instead. He couldn’t let Phillip down there. Not him. “You’re not going down there. Not ever. I’m not risking it.”

“Because you think I can’t handle myself?!” Phillip protested.

“Because I love you!” Odysseus cried.

Silence.

“Ody…” Phillip breathed.

Odysseus tried to breathe but his shoulders shook and his chest threatened to cave in. He’d done it. He was a complete and utter idiot but he’d fallen in love. It was everything he’d sworn he’d never do. It wasn’t fair, to him or Phillip. But Odysseus had done it anyway and now the fear of Phillip getting hurt had tears gathering in his eyes for the first time since he’d been sorted.

Phillip let go of Odysseus’ hands so he could reach up and gently, gentler than any hands he’d ever felt, take the Owl mask off Odysseus’ face and set it on Ollivander’s counter. He cupped Odysseus’ face in his hands with a touch so soft Odysseus didn’t know what to do with it. How could anyone touch him like this? What had he done to earn it? What did Phillip see that made him want to hold Odysseus like he was worth something? Not just worth something, but priceless. Valuable.

Loved.

He didn’t know how to be loved.

“You know I love you,” Phillip’s voice was as soft and gentle as his hands. His thumb brushed the shadows under Odysseus’ eyes to wipe away his tears. “Which is why I have to come with you.”

“I can’t,” Odysseus pleaded. “Don’t you get it? I’m scared. I don’t know what I’m going to face down there but it’s going to make everything else I’ve fought look like nothing. I have to become something I wanted you to never see. I can’t be that if you’re there. And I won’t be able to focus if I’m worried about you the whole time. I can’t be unfocused or Ranrok will claim the Ancient Magic and take Hogwarts. Ominis, the only friend I’ve ever had, is there. Your brother is in that castle. You have to let me save them, love.”

Now Phillip had tears on his face. He dipped his head so his forehead rested against Odysseus’. A strangled sob escaped him and Odysseus laid his hand over Phillip’s on his face. He didn’t know what else to do. There was nothing else to say. All he could do was stand there and let Phillip cry, holding his hands and being close. He could hear the constant string of “please no please no please no” going through Phillip’s head. Then he heard those words.

Okay. Phillip whispered in his own mind. But Odysseus heard it. He always heard it. Just, just promise you’ll come back to me.

I can’t do that.

Promise me, or I’m going right down there.

Odysseus could quite literally feel the truth behind the threat. Worse he could feel the absolute terror Phillip was fighting to do this and how desperately he needed reassurance Odysseus would be okay or he wouldn’t be able to handle any of this.

Okay, okay. Odysseus squeezed Phillip’s hands. **He tried to help calm him by pulling memories not just of the two of them but all the times Odysseus came back to the forefront of Phillip’s mind. I promise you I will do everything I possibly can to come back to you.

You better.

Phillip, unprompted, pulled forward a memory too. This time it was the first time they snuck off to the Room of Requirement together, just to spend a night in the same bed. Nothing happened, it was just for the joy of waking up in each other’s arms. It allowed both of them to finally draw a full breath and the way they clung to each other was just a bit less desperate than before. Odysseus chuckled, just a little.

You’re getting good at this. Odysseus told him.

I’m just glad you put the link there. Phillip replied. I love you. So much.

That doubt crept in again but Odysseus forced it away before Phillip could catch it.

I know. Odysseus swore. I love you too.

Odysseus heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him and Phillip quickly handed him his mask so he could put it back on before he turned around to speak to the wandmaker. Ollivander handed over the wand and after a quick conversation with him, Odysseus was pulling Phillip out of the shop.

“Write to your sister, and if you can get Leander and go to your-” Odysseus didn’t even finish his sentence before he felt a familiar and unwelcome mind.

Before Rookwood could say a word, Odysseus stepped in front of Phillip and had his wand pointed right at Rookwood.

“Oh come come, no need for such theatrics,” Rookwood chided him like a toddler. “In light of what Ranrok now knows you must agree our interests are aligned.”

“Our interests will never be aligned,” Odysseus scoffed. As Rookwood prowled down the street Odysseus made sure to plant himself between the Dark wizard and Phillip at every step.

“You would let goblins take what is rightfully ours?” Rookwood sneered. “The final Repository belongs to wizardkind. We would be fools not to work together.”

Odysseus didn’t even dignify that with a response, just rolled his eyes as he tried to think of what to do. His first priority was getting Phillip out of there, of course, but how? He had no doubt there were ashwinders around every corner, and the Three Broomsticks was too far to stash Phillip there. Maybe he could back him back into Ollivander’s? Not that that would be particularly safe.

“Say, what’s that you’ve got there?” Rookwood wondered and Odysseus saw a flash in Rookwood’s mind of the wand box. He immediately stashed the box but it was too late. “Might this sudden visit to the wandmaker have something to do with our mutual pursuit?”

“Do you really think I’m going to answer anything you ask me?” Odysseus snickered, the more cocky persona of the Owl sliding into place as easily as his enchanted mask did.

“That repository is my birthright!” Rookwood roared.

“Charles Rookwood wouldn’t have wanted you anywhere near it!” Odysseus retorted.

“I should’ve known better than to bargain with a child,” Rookwood grumbled. “I wonder, perhaps you told your friend here? Maybe he’ll be more cooperative.”

“Like hell!” Phillip said.

“I’m sure you can be…convinced,” Rookwood snickered.

If Odysseus hadn’t been a legilimens he never would have known. But in a split second he felt another mind appear behind him. Before he even got a thought from them Odysseus swung his elbow back and heard the crack of a broken nose.

“Glacius!” Odysseus casted the spell right at Rookwood’s feet and only got a smidge of satisfaction watching him fall. “Run now!”

Thankfully Phillip actually listened, taking off down the street with Odysseus behind him. Phillip reached behind him for Odysseus but before Odysseus could take his hand so they could apparate away he got his square in the chest with a depulso spell from another ashwinder in front of them, sending him flying backwards away from Phillip. He couldn’t catch his breath in time. Someone grabbed his arm and then he was on packed dirt instead of Hogsmeade’s cobbled streets. He only barely caught Phillip screaming his name before he was gone.

Odysseus rolled onto his back and threw his legs up and forward, letting the momentum carry him to his feet. He still had his wand in front of him as he took in his surroundings as fast as he could. He was in some ruins, somewhere in the highlands, he couldn't see enough of the area to be sure. But he was boxed in on all sides by walls and Poachers. He used Ancient Magic to help him dive behind some crates just in time for him to be pelted with curses. One still managed to catch him, a diffindo slicing open his bicep.

He tried to make a plan to get out of there but he had nothing. He couldn’t take this many on his own. He was still caught off guard from the depulso spell, now his wand arm was bleeding so he’d have to fight with his bad hand. He was facing dozens of Ashwinders, not to mention Rookwood himself. He made a promise though. He had to try.

He fired off Bombardas and Confringos in the direction of where he guess most of the spells were coming from, disrupting the pattern just enough he could dive out and start actually fighting. He managed to take down plenty but it wasn’t long until he had to dive between cover again. He could feel how depleted his magical core was already. If only he didn’t have to rely on Ancient Magic to cast any spells at all. His head was aching from all the spells being screamed in the minds of the poachers.

Then he felt a push against his mind. Something telling him to put up a shield so he did, just in time for someone to apparate next to him.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Odysseus cried. Phillip just smirked at him.

“All I said was I wouldn’t go into the Repository,” His boyfriend pointed out. “Never said I wouldn’t save you.”

“I hate you so much right now,” Odysseus replied, despite all the love he was subconsciously filling their link with.

“I know,” Phillip grinned. “I’ve got your back, you focus on taking these pricks down.”

Odysseus lunged forward to pull Phillip into the fastest, most desperate kiss of his life which Phillip returned eagerly. Only a second later they pulled back but it was the best kiss of Odysseus’ life.

“Give them hell, angel,” Phillip grinned.

He dove from the cover with Phillip already behind his back and putting up a shield charm to deflect the new wave of spells. It took everything in him but he forced himself to let his guard down. If there was one thing in the world he could trust Phillip with it was protecting him. So while Phillip focused on counter spells and shields, Odysseus did what he was told: unleashed hell. He released every curse, jinx, and charm he knew, even attacking with pure Ancient Magic when a foe was particularly vexing. He decimated the Ashwinder forces, just in time to feel Rookwood prepare a spell behind him.

“Down!” Odysseus ordered.

Phillip ducked, allowing Odysseus to roll over his back and counter the horrifice green spell he knew all too well with the bright blue Ancient Magic straight from his core. The force of the spell pushed him back, his feet sliding in the dirt until hands on his waist held him steady. He dipped into his core farther than was probably wise but he could feel it leap to his command. The Ancient Magic wanted nothing to do with Rookwood and would do anything to see him gone.

It exploded out of him in one large burst of energy and power, forcing Rookwood’s spell back, back, back until the magic hit him. Cracks appeared along his skin, each with purple light flooding from it. It was a spell Odysseus knew so he turned to shield Phillip from the sight as Rookwood exploded into ash where he stood with hardly time to scream.

The moment Rookwood was gone the other Ashwinders fled. The edges of Odysseus’ vision was darkening and his knees wanted nothing more than to buckle, but he refused to allow it until every Ashwinder was gone. Once he was sure of it he fell to his hands and knees, panting heavily. Phillip gathered Odysseus in his arms so Odysseus’ head was against his chest.

“Are you okay, are you hurt?” Phillip asked, the desperation from Ollivander’s creeping into his mind again.”

“They saw your face,” Odysseus muttered. “You have to, to write your mother and sister in case they go after them. You have to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Phillip told him. “I’m staying right here where I belong. The rest can be worried about later. I’m going to apparate us okay?”

Odysseus looped his arm around Phillip’s shoulders for a tighter grip so he wouldn't get splinched. The next thing he knew he was back in the at the floo flames just outside Hogwarts, which Phillip used to take them to the Room of Requirement.

“You are going to shush and let me take care of you, understand?” Phillip told him but Odysseus didn’t move, just curled into him more. “Ody you’re hurt-”

Just hold me. Odysseus pleaded, both their minds immediately flooding with all the times Phillip had done just that. Just for a few minutes.

Always, my darling.

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Hogwarts Legacy fan-made poster, featuring Ameline Namel, the original character of my playthrough.

About 50 hours in the making.

I'm not even an Ominis girlie but... petition to give him more cutscenes because I think we were criminally robbed of him in the game. 👀❓

Hi! 2, 13 and 31 for Percival x Garreth? 😁

(Disclaimer: Any suggestive content is written about the two of them as adults)

Perceth (Percival x Garreth)

Percival does all the time. Normally he's just panicking and Garreth is able to grab him so he doesn't hurt himself and talk him through the inital panic then fully calm him down. Some nights Percival wakes up convinced he's still dead and Garreth needs to ground him. Other times Percival wakes up so freaked that when Garreth gets close Percival attacks him. It never lasts long enough for Percival to actually hurt him, especially since Garreth is used to it, but Percival still feels awful every time. Garreth has nightmares but he usually just has to cling to Percival and cry and then he'll be okay.

GARRETH. He drives Percival absolutely insane and the worst part is he loves it. He loves to watch the normally stoic, put together, and very stubborn Percival come undone and it is one of the few things Garreth is patient enough to wait for as long as it takes

Absolutely not. Percival is usually subtler about it, just touching knees or shoulders because Garreth is a very grounding and steadying presence for him. Garreth is just so touchy. He always puts his hand on Percival's leg or holds his hand or puts his arm around Percy's waist, especially if he notices Percival getting overwhelmed or overstimulated