#non magical au
Fandom: The Worst Witch 2017
Pairing: Hackle
Summary: Hecate discovers something new about Ada.
AN: A non-magical Hackle AU where Ada is a Detective and Hecate is a Pathologist.
It can also be read on A03 (x)
Hope you enjoy!
“Did you used to play?”
“Yes, a long time ago,” Ada remarked softly, her hands ghosting over the cello.
“Why did you stop?”
Ada turned to look over at Hecate and held up her right hand. “Nerve damage. No matter how much physio I did, I never quite got the strength back in my hand.”
Hecate took Ada’s hand in her own, seeing the large angry scar that covered the palm of her hand. “Where did you get this?” she asked, tracing her fingertips across the scar causing Ada to shiver.
“Rafferty. I foolishly grabbed the blade of his knife to prevent him from stabbing me, but inadvertently in me doing so, the blade cut deep enough to slice through the muscle and nerves.”
“I’m truly sorry, Ada.”
“Don’t be. It’s in the past.”
“Yet, it still haunts you even to this day. I can see it in your eyes whenever we get called to a crime scene, or when your phone rings. You haven’t truly healed Ada, even though you may think otherwise.”
Ada pulled her hand free of Hecate’s grasp and turned to place the cello back in its original position when she felt a hand on her arm. “Play for me. Nerve damage or not, I would love to hear you play.”
“I haven’t played in years; I doubt I remember how.”
Hecate gave a warm smile, “You won’t know until you try.”
Ada searched Hecate’s eyes, finding herself giving in to her simple request. Sitting on the old woven chair, Hecate helped her place the cello in position and handed her the bow.
“What would you like me to play?”
“Whatever comes to you.”
Ada nodded, the bow feeling heavy in her hands as she drew it across the strings trying not to wince at the screeching sound. She tried not to look over at Hecate as she tightened the stings. If she was going to try to play, she at least wanted it to be tuned correctly.
Satisfied that she was ready, Ada felt her hand shake as she started to play, only getting through the first few notes, thinking about everything that happened in her life when she felt the familiar stabbing pain in her hand causing her to stop.
“Ada.”
“I’m sorry, Hecate, but I can’t do this,” Ada told her resigned dropping the bow on floor.
Hecate’s eyes softened as she walked over and bent down to pick up the bow. “Give it another try, and try not to think about the pain.”
“You don’t give up, do you?” Ada said, re-taking the bow.
“No, because I know you can do this, Ada. Clear your mind. Don’t think and just play.”
Ada doubted it would work, but she would humour Hecate for the time being. Positioning the bow back on the strings she tried to follow Hecate’s advice, closed her eyes and began to play.
Hecate stood transfixed as the first few notes echoed around her. The piece Ada had chosen to play was filled with sadness, regret, hurt, that it brought tears to her eyes. It was hard to think that one person had gone through so much and endured so much heartache in their life. She had known Ada was strong, but she never realised how much until Ada had told her about her past. Many would have given up, but not Ada, she carried on, dealing with the loss in her own way. As the melody came to a close, Hecate dried her eyes and softly applauded.
Ada’s eyes opened and looked over at Hecate in disbelief at what she had managed to accomplish.
“How?”
“The pain was real because you wanted it to be real, Ada. Why do you think I told you to clear your mind?”
Ada looked at her scarred hand, realising that the pain was indeed gone. “Are you telling me it was psychological?”
“In a way. The trauma of everything that has happened to you hasn’t truly left. Whenever you think or speak about that day, I’ve noticed you curling up your hand as if in pain. The pain is linked to your memories. What happened when you cleared your mind?”
“The pain was gone,” Ada admitted softly.
“Just as I suspected,” Hecate replied, moving the cello and placing it against the wall. “You play beautifully.”
Ada felt her words die in her throat as she silently stood and walked over to Hecate, placing the bow on the table. “I never thought I would be able to play again.”
Hecate turned a small smile playing on her lips. “Anything is possible, Ada. You just have to believe in yourself and have the courage to go ahead and do it. The only person stopping you is you.”
“And what happens when that person finally finds that courage?”
“Then they can finally take that leap of faith into the unknown and gain their heart’s desire.”
Ada moved closer until she was mere inches from Hecate and reached a hand out to tenderly place the loose strand of hair behind Hecate’s ear. Hecate felt her heart booming in her chest, as she looked into Ada’s eyes wondering what was coming next.
“I just want you to know; I am not in the habit of throwing myself at women,” Ada said, caressing the side of her face. “After I lost Sam, I swore I wouldn’t let myself get close to another person, that was until I met you.”
Hecate could feel the tension shimmering in the air around them as she saw a mixture of nervousness and apprehension reflected in Ada’s eyes along with something else. An emotion she couldn’t quite place. She had seen it briefly two nights ago when discussing their latest murder victim in Ada’s office. She had thought nothing of it at the time, but now she could see that there was something far more profound than just trust and friendship.
“You’ve come to mean a great deal to me in the short time that we’ve known each other,” Ada admitted. “I know it sounds strange, but it’s true.”
“It’s not strange,” Hecate reassured her with a smile.
“You feel the same?”
“Yes, I believe I do,” Hecate whispered, seeing Ada’s bright blue eyes filled with an array of emotion, as they studied her intently.
It felt as though Ada’s eyes were penetrating her soul, leaving her naked and exposed. Her heartbeat quickened when she felt Ada’s thumb tracing her bottom lip, sending a shiver through her body.
“You truly are special, Hecate. Always remember that, no matter what happens.” Ada whispered.
Hecate saw Ada lean in closer and brush her lips gently over her own, causing her eyes to widen in both shock and surprise.
It was when she felt Ada’s warm hand, and lips leave her face that she saw the other woman take a few steps back, looking shocked and mortified at what she had done as she started to apologise frantically.
Hecate could still feel the faint tingle on her lips from the kiss. Even though it had ended as quickly as it started, she felt a warmth spread through her before it disappeared.
“I’m sorry, Hecate. I don’t know what came over me.” Ada whispered frantically, her eyes filled with fear and worry at what she had just done. “Perhaps you should go.”
“No! I’m not anywhere. Especially, not after what just happened,” Hecate replied all earlier nervousness gone. “I need to know if you meant what you said?”
“Which part?” Ada asked, feeling her mouth become dry.
“All of it.”
Ada thought she could hear a trace of hopefulness in her voice as she waited for her answer. She could deny it all and say it was a mistake, she got caught up in the heat of the moment, but it was then she realised that she was tired of running.
“The yes, I meant every word. I tried to bury and deny any feelings I had for you, but I was only fooling myself. With that being said, I believe that some things should be given a chance, before deciding it if is right or not.”
“Then that’s more than enough.”
“Hecate, are you one hundred per cent sure this is what you want? I can’t offer you anything, and our relationship would need to remain a secret at least for the time being. I hope you understand.”
“I’m more than sure, Ada. You being here with me is all I’ll ever need.“
The second of seven brand new Drarry fics inspired by the seven heavenly virtues.
@gildedscripture has done it again; ventured out of the box to create the most endearing kid fic to represent our second virtue, Justice.
Justice | Justice isn’t blind but she kinda smells like hotdog water
Author:@gildedscripture
Word Count:6,924
Rating:G
It was on the hottest day of the summer that Draco Lucius Malfoy found himself on trial for the most heinous crime.
Justice — the condition of being morally correct or fair.
Read it now, on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32906128
Or on FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13932308/1/Virtue-Justice-Justice-isn-t-blind-but
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This week, we’ll post one fic per day for seven days, each one inspired by one of the traditional seven heavenly virtues —Courage,Justice,Charity,Hope,Prudence,TemperanceandFaith. Each story is a stand-alone work, but together they make up the anthology we call Seven Shades of Virtue.
Over 7 days, we’ll give you 7 fics — plus an accompanying Spotify playlist containing 7x7 songs.
Make sure to also check out the rest of the series on AO3 — or, if you prefer, on FFN— if you don’t want to miss out on any of the Drarry goodness.
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We — the Seven Shades of Drarry — are a group of Drarry fanfiction writers of different backgrounds, ages, and nationalities who work together in a rare collaboration.
Seven different writing styles, seven different strengths, seven different weaknesses, all united in one project, working together to create unified themed collections based around the number seven. Each theme has seven threads, each writer assigned a thread to inspire their story, and all combined to create The Seven Shades of Drarry.
The writers included in this collab are: @aedwritesfic,@drarrelie,@drarrymadhatterstuff,@janieohio,@jessica-doom,@ladderofyears, and @gildedscripture.
Read more about our collaboration here.
The Songbirds of Avebury Manor by @tessacrowley
Harry/Draco (2018, Explicit, 18k)
Harry Potter presents as alpha at fifteen, and it is supposed to change his life for the better. Instead, it leads him to a beautiful noble omega he cannot have, a political plot he cannot escape, and a threat on his life.
Romeo & Juliet meets Downton Abbey! All hail @gameofdrarry for making me explore so many tropes out of my comfort zone, I’m living the Drarry high life right now this fic is sweet and delicate, with the right amount of depth and drama. The 1st person POV makes it even more evocative, and the prose is gorgeous. I still don’t know whether to use it for A/B/O or non-magical AU since it combines both tropes in an unexpected but skillful way. I really liked how canon aspects were incorporated in the main plot, and Harry’s aching soul is the perfect match for this angsty romance. It takes a great author to pull off such a daring concept and I congratulate @tessacrowley for the originality. What a treat!
