#Happy Birthday Kingsley

[tixdixl]

" ...why are you here? My birthday? ...Stop wasting my time."

Groovification: [LOCKED]

Set to Home: ...I suppose I have no choice.

Home Transition 1: I fail to understand why anyone puts so much stock into one day.

Home Transition 2: It's early? Of course, it is. You'd be surprised what all you can accomplish in the dead of morning before everyone else rises.

Home, after login: No, I won't "rap battle" you for your alcohol. Stop asking.

Home Transition (Groovification): [LOCKED]

Tap Home 1: With the foyer all decorated, I truly have to wonder how much of this is strictly obligation.

Tap Home 2: I'd stop staring if I were you. Unless you want to lose an eye.

Tap Home 3: The Captain mentioned a surprise. I only question his intentions because of how vast his network is. It grows just about as quickly as he does.

Tap Home 4: Someone left a box with my name on it at the door. It's indiscernable who the sender is, and whether or not their motives as suspect.

Tap Home 5: The sun rises and falls like any other day. No need to lose your composure over it.

Tap Home (Groovification): [LOCKED]

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[tixdixl]

First off, again, this is PERFECT! I love it so so so much. It made me INCREDIBLY happy to read this. And I hope you know it means a lot to me that you wrote it 🫂💚

Second- no no, thats canon. Sebek absolutely "feigns ignorance" in that way that he's feigning nothing. He just refuses to acknowledge that Kingsley is allowed to have a celebration. Which is funny as hell when you consider thats kind of exactly what Kingsley wants lol

Thank you again so so much 💚💚

TWST Ficlet: Happy Birthday Kingsley!

Words: 1.4K

Warnings: none

Characters: Kingsley Tyr ( @tixdixl 's OC,) Copper Benoit and Jackie the monkey (my OCs,) Gia Yugo ( @ramshacklerumble 's OC, briefly mentioned,) and Sebek Zigvolt

There was something rather…morose about the Diasomnia dorm, Copper Benoit reflected. Dignified, but morose. He supposed the sense of that came from the green flames that burned in the sconces along the walls and the candles in the occasional chandelier. It was meant to honor the Thorn Fairy's own fire magic, he knew that, but Copper couldn't help but also think that the green flames meant something quite different in his particular circle, and therefore carried a slightly different mood for him.

A small whoop by his ear and tiny tugs at his hair broke his musing as they walked along.

"Oi, calm now, Jackie," he muttered, but the monkey shifted his weight on Copper's shoulder and stood on his little feet, leaning like he was about to climb onto the young man's head. "What's up with you—ah, Sebek!"

His fellow freshman had rounded the corner, walking stiffly upright and serious as ever, and when he saw Copper there was a brief flash of surprise across his face before he relaxed the barest fraction.

"Benoit," he said, always speaking a little louder and firmer and with more direct eye contact than was necessary, like he was overcorrecting at all times. "What brings you to Diasomnia? Normally visitors aren't allowed in without being checked at the front gate."

He said this last with a slightly testy edge, as though to remind Copper that he too, was subject to scrutiny even if they had good rapport. Copper tried not to be too surprised; Sebek took his duties as one of Malleus Draconia's bodyguards more seriously than was expected of anyone.

"Ah, no worries, the boys at the gate let me in after I answered their questions," he said, turning slightly to face Sebek and lift the package in his arms for emphasis. "I just need to drop this off with Mr. Tyr."

Sebek immediately narrowed his eyes and scowled in irritation, drawing an anxious chitter out of Jackie.

"Hmph! Tyr? I won't ask what business you have with him, but I suppose if you're looking for him, he's probably shut up in his room."

Copper nodded, trying to keep his expression neutral as much as possible. He considered both Sebek and Kingsley to be allies, possibly individuals he could potentially call his friends, but you couldn't be around either of them for more than two seconds without being aware of their mutual animosity for one another. This proved to be plenty of reason on its own to avoid saying exactly why he'd come all the way here, as he couldn't predict how Sebek might respond.

"Thanks, Sebek," he said, nodding and turning away. "Good to see you, I'll drop this off and be on my way."

He hadn't gone very far when he heard a quiet mutter that sounded like "be careful", but when he paused and looked back, Sebek crossed his arms and added in a quick, louder tone, "K- keep hold of your monkey, too!"

"Aye, don't worry, Jackie'll behave," Copper said with a shrug and a light chuckle, even as Jackie grumbled and twisted around to keep watching Sebek. He gave it a couple more strides before, just for good measure, he hissed at the monkey, "You make a liar outta me, I'll hand ya t'Vil and say 'have at' for a few hours."

Instantly Jackie became the picture of domesticated innocence and sweetness, and Copper felt satisfied that he would stay that way. At least for a couple more minutes.

They reached Kingsley's door in record time, and Copper adjusted his grip on the box so he could free up a hand to knock on the door.

"Oi, Kingsley, it's me. You in? I'm here, like I said I'd be," he called out.

There was a considering pause, and then a brief, "Enter."

Copper opened the door and stepped in, unsurprised to find Kingsley seated at a desk and turned to face him, mask still on his face. As Copper looked briefly around the room to take it in—and found he was unsurprised at how militant Kingsley's side of the room seemed to be—he smelled something unexpectedly sweet and appetizing. Apparently Jackie smelled it too, because he gave a little hop and stood upright on Copper's shoulder, letting out a warbling trill.

"Oh don't you even think about it," he warned, but Kingsley seemed to already be considering this and placed a hand over something covered in foil on the desk.

"They're from Yugo," he remarked, staring down the capuchin. "Not for Jackie."

Normally he might have gotten a hiss of thwarted displeasure, but Kingsley had already been moving as he spoke and, with the same deadly accuracy he threw his hand axes with, he pitched something at the monkey. Jackie caught it and left out another troll, hopping from Copper's shoulder to his head and dangling his new prize down in front of his master's face.

"Woe," Copper remarked as he looked at the apple before the monkey yanked it back out of sight. "He's got your number now, ya furry blackguard." In truth he felt a smidge of affection at the display and thus used it as an opening to proffer the box he held to Kingsley. "As I promised. Whether or not you're concerned with celebrating, least I can do is acknowledge the date today."

"January fourteenth," Kingsley said pointedly, but he took the box anyway. It was plain, unwrapped, but it rattled slightly and he gave Copper a sharp, questioning look.

"You remember when ya first approached me and we talked?" Copper asked, folding his arms. "What I pointed out to you?"

A flare of recognition in the Diasomnia freshman's eyes, then a nod.

"I should be careful not to tip my hand," he said, the words a little hushed.

Copper nodded, then gestured to the box. Without a word, Kingsley started to open it, methodical and precise.

"The phrase is used in card games mostly," Copper said, watching as Kingsley revealed three sizable cups carved from wood and wrapped with leather, and a large velvet pouch with its drawstrings pulled closed. "And most people turn to chess for a game of strategy. But if you're going to be running with pirates—" here Copper took a moment to smile wryly and flip his hand in a sweeping gesture to indicate himself, "—then I say ya need to learn our game. Liar's Dice."

Kingsley gently lifted the velvet bag, listening to the soft, churning rattle-clack of dice spilling over each other and clicking together. "A bluffing game," he guessed without looking up from the bag.

"And a battle of wits," Copper said. "Given the fact everyone downstairs seems to be settin' up for a party…"

"Pointless," Kingsley commented without an ounce of affect, and Copper had to restrain the urge to roll his eyes before he continued.

"Then whene'er ya wanna learn or test out your skill…well, I'm not hard to find."

Jackie gave a chirp at this, and Copper held out his arm so the monkey could hop onto it. Kingsley looked up as Jackie moved, and the monkey reached out to him, holding out a small object and making soft cooing sounds. Kingsley gave him a look, but accepted the object anyway, setting the box aside and turning this new thing over.

"A new whittling knife," Copper explained, seconds before Kingsley opened the blade. "Jackie wouldn't leave the Mystery Shop without it, and Sam…encouraged it be given to you as well. Cups for Liar's Dice like those you've got can be carved, personalized. And, if ya don't care to, never hurts to have a new tool, right?"

Kingsley said nothing, but he looked up at Copper with a nod and, if there was no change to the set of his mouth or his brow, his eyes said plenty. The Pomefiore freshman gave a crooked little grin, brought Jackie in close to his chest, and offered Kingsley a brief salute.

"Whenever ya feel like it," Copper said as he turned to leave. "Ya already know the first and most important point anyhow. Never tip your hand."

And though he didn't see it and doubted it was an actual physical thing, Copper got the faintest impression by some subtle shift in the air that perhaps, in his own way, Kingsley was giving him a grim, lethal smile, pleased enough.

Yes I wrote this and immediately pictured the Protagonist Trio (Kingsley, Gia and Copper) playing Liar's Dice with Grim. Also I headcanon that Sebek keeps intentionally acting like it's not Kingsley's birthday, but also, he probably doesn't genuinely know that Copper is forming a friendship with Kingsley. So there we go. Thank you for reading!

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[nachocheezos21]

KINGSLEY — the youngest Lark making way for the party up ahead!

My contribution for the Book of Yore’s Birthday Collab!! — a small collaborative thing that my friends and I did for Yaelokre’s birthday (Sept. 4). If you haven’t seen the original tweet by @daydaystvrry, I suggest ya’ll should head on over and follow everyone that had worked on this! .:}

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[twitter link] + [tumblr link] — PLEASE CHECK IT OUT + EVERYONE ELSE WHO CONTRIBUTED AAGHHHHH !!!!!!!!

[janethepegasus]

Happy Birthday Yaelokre!

May you continue telling tales and singing songs of Meadowlark forevermore!

[calistozom]

I'm starting to draw requests and the first in line are Atlas and Pandora (OC’s belonging to @askkingsleysilvershark).

✨By the way, it's also her birthday!✨ So, @askkingsleysilvershark, I present you this modest gift and wish you all the most wonderful things you could ever think of! Lots of pleasant and bright days, unwavering good mood and a whole ocean of inspiration and new ideas!  o((>ω< ))o

P.S. - ...hope I got the colors right. 

[wonda-fhr]

Today is Lia's birthday.🎈 Which I would have forgotten if @m3k-fhr hadn't reminded me of it all day long by digging up every snippet I wrote about Lia. Thank you so much for that 😘💕

Something I've never shown of Lia is the picture my beloved @westealtoys painted and which I've been keeping like a treasure for a few months now.💕 To celebrate this day, it will finally go out into the open. And below is a short birthday snippet. A little feeling to celebrate the day.

Birthday

"You're surprisingly calm, considering even your name is on the balloons." Ignoring the half-full champagne glasses, Ortega poured whiskey into two glasses before joining Lia at the railing, where she looked out over the city lights.

"Thanks, this is much better than champagne." Relieved, she took a big sip, set the glass aside and leaned back until her back was close to Ortega's warm body. "I disappoint him enough, if it makes him happy to celebrate my birthday, then let him be happy for today. I'll get through it somehow. So what's he doing in the kitchen for so long?"

"You don't want to know." He carefully arranged her hair on one side to get free access to her neck to place tender kisses there until she showed a hint of relaxation and he bit her at that moment.

His glass almost fell out of his hand when she grabbed his arm and twisted him in front of her until his back was pressed against the railing. The kiss was hard, possessive, a sharp contrast to the hand that ran gently up his cheek to tangle his hair lovingly. He pulled her closer, sliding his hand down her back and mumbled between two kisses, "Maybe this birthday isn't all bad.

"Stop it, you eat the cake first before you move on to dessert." Proudly, completely vibration free, Daniel floated up to the roof deck carrying a cake. It fit right in the middle of the small table, illuminated by a string of lights, to which the balloons were attached. A perfect arrangement.

Lia inspected the cake and smiled as she read the colorful "Happy Birthday Lia" between the burning candles. But before she could comment, she heard the birthday serenade in Daniel's head even before the first note reached her ears. She shook her head in disbelief, "You really don't spare me anything, do you?"

But it was too late to stop the two enthusiastic singers. Equally unstoppable was the change in her mood as she failed to maintain her indifference. The effort and caring of these two was hard to accept, but even harder to ignore. Obviously touched, she interrupted their singing efforts by wrapping her arms around them and tucking herself in between them.

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[hjbirthdaywishes]

December 31, 2024

Happy 81 Birthday to Ben Kingsley.

[tixdixl]

"Just as the year runs its cycle, history repeats itself."

✨️GROOVY✨️

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I'll be honest, I had a really rough time getting everything done for Room Relaxation. But I'm proud of myself for powering through and not giving up. Regardless, I hope you all like what I did with his Groovy.

I did also want to point out- there is a sense of humor I have developed as an aspec person of taking a set up designed for fan service and having the character go "Mmmmm.... No." And Kingsley was honestly the perfect candidate for executing that even if he hated it every step of the way.

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[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

Can you write something hinny that includes the phrase “you are everything to me” or something in that vein of romantic confessionals?

This turned out a big angstier/sadder than you might've hoped, but here it is anyway <3

It wasn’t a very happy birthday, all things considered. 

There had been cake - chocolate. Presents - more than usual. Singing - respectably on-key. Guests - so many that they’d spilled out into the yard. All the typical ingredients for an excellent party. 

But.

Mum had been crying when she’d frosted the cake. 

Ginny had received a new broomstick (Harry), a lovely necklace (her parents), expensive French perfume (Bill and Fleur); a particularly good haul, even for seventeen. And yet, she’d swallowed the lump in her throat when, rather than a customary box of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products, she’d opened new Quidditch boots. Happy seventeenth, from George, the card had said. Just George.

Their plucky rendition of Happy Birthday sounded hollow without Fred shrieking an off-key upper harmony. Mum had always said he ruined it, all those years of birthdays with seven kids. Now, without it, the song seemed broken beyond repair. But, asking them not to sing it at all had seemed worse, somehow. 

Mum and Dad and Bill and Fleur and Charlie and Percy and Audrey and George and Ron and Hermione and Harry and Kingsley and Hagrid and Luna and Neville and Hannah and Andromeda and Teddy and…

No Fred. No Lupin. No Tonks. No Collin. Their absence was glaring. A dementor that sucked all the happiness from the room. 

She’d put on a brave face through it all. Eaten the cake even though it tasted like tears, thanked them all for the gifts that had broken her heart, cheekily conducted a song that she’d rather never hear again, tried to breathe around the gaping chasm her brother had left behind. 

Not a very happy birthday, at all. But they’re trying to make it one, and perhaps eventually the trying will work. 

One has to hope. 

For now, the firewhiskey will have to supplement. 

Ginny is pleasantly buzzed by the time the non-family guests have gone. Mum is busying herself in the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to hide a new bout of tears. Her father and brothers - sans George - are all lazing around the den, half heartedly listening to the wireless - Wasps vs. Tornados. George had gone up to bed an hour ago, but Ginny couldn’t blame him. Hermione, Percy, and Fleur are talking about the Beauxbatons exam curriculum, something Ginny wants exactly zero part in.

One person, she notices, is conspicuously absent. 

She finds him out on the swing in the garden, looking out over the orchard, a glass of what appears to be firewhiskey in his hand. 

She allows herself a moment just to look at him - disheveled hair and handsome face and sharp jaw. She knows, logically, that Harry is safe now, and yet she can’t quite quell the old instinct to drink him in. One last look at him, like she might never get another, like she’ll have to cling onto this one, ration it out to recall when she needs to. 

It’s stupid, anyway. The memory of him had never been even close to the real thing, but in that long year apart she’d never stopped trying to remember the exact shape of his eyes, the way he had a dimple in his left cheek when he smirked at her, the way his hands were solid and sure and so good at making her feel things she’d never–

“Gin?”

He notices her standing there, and offers her a half-smile through the darkness. She can just make out the glint of his eyes behind his specs. 

“Thought you’d left,” she says, aiming for teasing but ending up somewhere just shy of it. “Alright if I join you out here?”

“Of course,” he says, as though offended she’d even asked. “Plenty of room.”

There is, but she snuggles up next to him anyway, her added weight causing them to sway gently on the swing. He drops an arm over her shoulder, and a kiss to her temple, and pulls her up against him. The vague thrum of anxiety that had plagued her all day seems to quiet under the warm weight of his touch. 

“Happy birthday,” Harry says. He’d said it earlier, with everyone, but she likes hearing it again, just for her. 

Ginny hums. “Yeah, I suppose. Mum’s crying again, and George went up to bed ages ago. Dead grim in there. Dunno why Mum insisted we do this whole party when it’s made her so bloody miserable, I’d have been alright with a normal dinner.”

“It’s your seventeenth, though,” Harry points out. “Suppose she wanted it to be special. It should be special.”

“Well, we put on a good show of it, anyway,” Ginny says, reaching over and snatching the glass of firewhisky from Harry’s grip and stealing a gulp. She relishes the burn of it. 

Harry lets out a small breath of a laugh, pinches at her side for her thievery, but he lets her do it anyway. He tugs the glass back out of her grip once she’s finished and takes another gulp himself. 

“It’s what we’ve got to do though, isn’t it?” Harry says suddenly. “Pretend it’s alright until it is.”

“Doesn’t seem like it’ll ever be alright, really,” Ginny says cynically, snuggling deeper into Harry’s embrace. “Or at least, it’ll never be the way it was.”

“No,” Harry agrees, and he sounds more serious than she wants him to. 

God, what is wrong with her? She used to be better at this: lightening the mood with a joke or some good banter, fighting off the gloom. She doesn’t want to sit out here on her seventeenth birthday with her boyfriend and talk about death.

After a minute, she can sense Harry is searching for words. She leans back so that she can look up at his face, and finds he’s staring straight ahead, chewing on something. He seems to be on the precipice of speech, but then he takes another gulp of his drink. 

“What is it?” Ginny breathes. 

“Nothing,” Harry says quickly. “It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not,” Ginny says firmly. She can’t imagine ever finding anything he has to tell her stupid. 

He looks down to meet her eye, and god. He makes her feel too much, like her heart is overbrimming and spilling out over her bones. 

“I just…” he struggles. He seems to find his words. “I was just thinking that I’m really glad I chose to live so that I could be here at your shite birthday party.”

“Oh, thanks,” Ginny snorts before the entirety of his words strike her. “I really appreciate–” She cuts herself off and sits up straight. “Hang on. What do you mean, ��chose to live’?”

Harry averts his eye and takes another sip of firewhiskey. 

The question hangs in the evening air, and as the silence swells, Ginny realizes she isn’t sure that she wants to hear the answer. 

They’d spent weeks, filling each other in about the last year in dribs and drabs. She doesn’t yet have the full picture of all he’d been through, of all that had happened, but she doesn’t begrudge him. There are sore spots in her own past she’d rather not press – not yet, not just now – things she hasn’t been able to find the words to say to him yet. 

She reckons the same is true for him, too. She’d never wanted to press him, but it had not escaped her notice there is a gaping hole in her understanding of what had transpired in May: Harry, dead in Hagrid’s arms. 

He’d gone into the forest to die, and he’d come out alive. That’s all she knows, and frankly it’s all she’d mustered up the courage to ask. There seem to be too many painful doors to open down that particular avenue, things like why didn’t you say goodbye and did you know you’d come back and were you scared and I thought you were dead and I felt like I was too. 

They hadn’t touched it, and yet Harry seemed to be offering it to her, now. 

“What do you mean?” she says more softly, more bravely. “You chose to live?”

And so he tells her. Slowly, and stilted, but his hand is warm in hers. Snape’s memories. Learning that he had to die. The long walk into the forest. Finding Voldemort. 

“...I closed my eyes and I thought of you,” Harry says, like it’s just some part of the story, like he’s not breaking her heart and stitching it back together in one with these words. “So that you’d be the last thing I saw, and then he did it. Avada Kedavra. And I was gone.”

He presses a hand to his chest, and Ginny can picture the green light striking him there. She can’t fathom any of it, how difficult it must’ve been for him to walk to his own execution, how scared he must have been, how he could possibly still be sitting, living and breathing, beside her now. She grips his hand so tightly that it’s a wonder he has any feeling in it at all. 

Harry shifts uncomfortably, and his words are awkward now. “I still don’t know if any of it was real, or if it was just something I imagined while I was… wherever I was. But I… I spoke with Dumbledore. Or… I imagined I did, I dunno. About a lot of things, but mainly that I could choose to go, you know, on. Or I could go back and live again, if I wanted.”

He explains of the protection his mother’s love had left him with, that had tethered him to life despite the Killing Curse to his chest. 

Harry’s grip on her hand tightens, and he turns to meet her eyes fully for the first time since he began speaking. He wipes his other hand wearily over his face, and sighs. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit drunk. This is… it’s your birthday. I didn’t mean to–”

“Harry,” Ginny interrupts gently. “Go on.”

Harry inhales, bracing himself against the memory. “I knew if I chose to come back, I’d be coming back to the war, and Voldemort, and everyone I loved dying. And for a minute the thought of just… leaving it all behind, being at peace with my parents, and Sirius, and Lupin…”

Ginny can imagine how strong of a pull that must’ve been. She grips him harder, as though he’s facing the choice again at this moment and she might be able to tether him to her with her fingers.

“But then I thought of you, and the life I wanted – I want, with you. And I knew I had to come back, even if it meant dealing with all of the shite that came with it.”

Just like with the rest of it, he doesn’t seem to realize that he’s said anything of any particular import, but the words burrow under her skin and make a home there, painful and vulnerable and hopeful. 

“I’m sorry,” Harry says anxiously, interrupting himself as he looks at her expression. “Shit, Ginny, I didn’t–”

Ginny realizes she has tears streaming down her cheeks. She wipes them away impatiently. 

“--shit timing, it’s all a bit heavy for your birthday, isn’t it?” Harry babbles. “I just said it because I know today was dead grim, and you’re right, things will probably never be the same. But I just kept thinking that I’m so glad we’ll get to do it all again next year and for the first time that doesn’t seem like–”

She cuts off his anxious babbling with a kiss, hard and searing, and she holds his chin in her hands, precious, appreciating how very close she came to rationing memories of him for the rest of her life. 

She pulls away, her head still spinning with all that she’d told her. She needed to think about it, ask more questions about Snape and Voldemort and Horcruxes and blood magic. But most pressingly: “Let me see if I’ve got this right. You’re telling me that I’m the last thing you thought of when you went to die, and the reason you decided to live?”

Harry stares at her. “Well, when you put it like that– I suppose, yeah. Yes.”

Ginny shakes her head slowly, helplessly. “Harry.”

“I love you,” Harry says, like this is all the explanation that’s needed, because perhaps it is. He’s said this to her every day for weeks, but this is the first time she truly appreciates that love is a verb; that he’s not describing a state of being but rather something he’s actively doing: loving her. 

“I’m not always the best with words–” Harry continues, and Ginny nearly chokes. “--but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and it’s not even a competition, really. You’re everything. I didn’t mean to put pressure on you, or anything, I realize now how that all sounded and–”

“I love you, too,” Ginny says fiercely, ignoring any out he’s offering her, like she’d want one. “And I want to talk about the rest of it, all of it. I can’t believe you had to– I don’t even want to think about–” Ginny shakes her head. “You haven’t put any pressure on me, other than I don’t know how I’m meant to respond to that in a way that measures up–”

“No, you don’t–”

“But I love you,” Ginny presses on. “So much. And that’s what I want with you too, all of it, everything. I always have. I’m… so glad you came back because I don’t know what I’d have done if–”

“Gin–”

Ginny kisses him again, desperate. Harry says he’s the one who’s no good with words but Ginny has never been less articulate in her life. Instead she tries to pour the contents of her heart into the fingers she runs through his hair, the grip of her hands over his chest where his heart beats reassuringly beneath his warm skin, the press of her lips against his. 

She pulls back, eyes wet, breathing heavily. Harry’s looking at her with that soft wonder that he sometimes gets, an expression she might understand a bit better now. “That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, but if you ever try to go off alone and die again, I will kill you myself. Don’t you ever do that again, alright?”

Harry grins. “Alright. I think I can manage that.”

“Good.”

A grin spreads across Ginny’s face, and now they’re just two grinning idiots on a swing who want to spend forever together, and for the first time there isn’t any glaring obstacle in the way of it. She allows herself to picture it - a nice cozy home to share, a wedding, kids with messy hair and green eyes, a life that might grow around the grief in her chest. 

She settles back into his arms, snug against him, miraculously alive and hers. She loves him so much it has nowhere to go. 

“I am sorry your birthday was shite, though,” Harry says. 

“It wasn’t,” Ginny says, and she means it.

[holdmytesseract]

Could you please do tom x reader where they are friends to lovers? Maybe the pretend boyfriend that turns real? Smutty and fluffy?

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Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: Tom asks you to accompany him to Ben's birthday party. On the way there, you get stuck in traffic. A misunderstanding reveals long harboured feelings and things come how they had to come...

Warnings: mutual pining, thirst, fluff, jelousy? a misunderstanding, smuttish/suggestive stuff

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: You guys wanted it and I am a woman of my words, so... Here it is! 🫡

I hope you like what I wrote for you @huntress-artemiss . 🥰 And I hope that everybody else enjoys it of course, too!

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You heard the familiar 'ding' sound of your phone; announcing the arrival of a new message. With a hairpin pinned between your teeth and one hand in your hair, you quickly scooted over to your little make-up table, on which you had left your phone. Tapping on the screen, you immediately saw the message popping up.

'I'm here, darling. Are you ready? x'

You smiled, fixated your hair and quickly unlocked your phone; texting back.

'Almost. :) Gimme five mins, Tommy. x'

Not wasting any time, you applied some decent make-up, gave yourself a once over in the full-length mirror, grabbed the things you'd need and made your way towards the main door of your small, cosy house.

You had promised Tom - your best friend since you were teenagers, to accompany him to the birthday party of Ben. He didn't want to go alone - and you couldn't say no, of course. You never could say no when it came to Tom. Never. You'd anything for him. He was one of the most important people in your life. He was your sunshine on a rainy day. Your lighthouse in the raging storms. A safe haven to which you could always return.

A lot of people told you that this friendship wasn't going to last. After all, Tom was an actor. A famous actor. And you were just... you. But you proved them all wrong. The friendship lasted; survived every sharp turn, bump and crash on the way. A deep bond was formed; stronger than everything you ever experienced - and yet you were just best friends. Sure there had been opportunities to take this friendship to another level and turn it into something more, but neither of you took the opportunity.

You couldn't deny, though, that you had developed strong feelings for the handsome Brit over the years. Romantic feelings. How could somebody not fall for a man like Tom? He was a charming, kind, funny, talented, handsome gentleman with a heart of pure gold. You didn't dare to confess your feelings, because you didn't want to lose your best friend. Better have him as a best friend in your life than not at all, right?

So, the years flew by. Boyfriends came and boyfriends went. Just like with Tom. It was a heart wrenching pain whenever you met Tom's new girlfriend - and you hated it, but what were you supposed to do? All you wanted for him was happiness; but neither of you seemed to find happiness - at least when it came down to romantic relationships...

Another 'ding' of your mobile ripped you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head softly and trying to focus again; you opened the door and stepped out - only to almost stumble back inside.

A soft, cool breeze brushed past you; swirling your beige dress around your knees. The smell of rain hit your nose and some dark clouds hung in the sky; shielded the sun from shining down on you.

That wasn't what took your breath away, though. It was Tom, who stood not far away from you. Just a few meters; legs crossed, leaning casually against his black Jaguar with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit trousers.

Speaking of trousers... He was wearing a dark blue suit. Black dress shoes shone against the wet pavement; suit trousers hugging his long legs and hips snugly - held together by a black leather belt. The matching dark blue shirt wasn't any less tight; tailored perfectly for his lean yet strong upper body and forcing the small buttons to hold on for dear life. A tie and suit jacket in the exact same colour completed his look.

You swallowed a thick lump; had a hard time to control yourself and the rapidly beating heart within your chest. Luckily, Tom wasn't looking your way and didn't notice your distress. His gaze was directed to the street as he watched the cars drive by. The position showed off his ridiculously beautiful face; sharp jawline, high cheekbones - peppered with soft and fuzzy looking facial hair of his three-day beard. Tom's wild, blonde-brown curls had gotten so long; a hairsbreadth away from touching his broad shoulders. He looked like a prince, straight out of a fairytale book; combined with the perfect image of a photo shoot.

You bit your lip painfully hard; trying desperately to suppress the moan which threatened to slip past your lips.

It was insanely hot - and Tom didn't even notice the impact this had on you.

"Hey, Tommy," you finally greeted him; attracting his attention. Sure, you could've stared longer and admire the fine man he was, but you didn't want him to accidentally look and notice...

His head whipped around towards you; baby blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Hello, darling." A smile spread across his face, as he made his way over to you; giving you a hug. The hugs he gave his other friends didn't last quite as long as the hugs he gave you... You just didn't notice.

"Are you ready?" You nodded; smiling. "I was born ready. You should know that by now." You loved to tease him from time to time. Tom just chuckled; shaking his head. "I won't start now to recount the times you weren't ready. Let's go." You just giggled and followed your best friend to the car.

Being the gentleman the Brit was, he held the door open for you to sit inside his Jaguar. Once you were both seated, Tom started the engine and drove off towards the party.

Unfortunately, was the traffic on this fine Friday evening very bad; causing the both of you to get stuck. Like... Really stuck. Everything stood still. The little highway you were driving on was closed.

"Ugh, great... Now we'll be surely late to the party..." Tom gave you an apologetic look. "Apologies, Y/N/N... I should've taken the other route when I had the chance. Now it's too late... Can you text Ben?" He asked you, handing you his phone; gaze fixated on the cars in front of him. You shook your head, "No need to apologise, Tommy. You couldn't know. But yeah, I'm gonna text him." and unlocked Tom's phone as if it was your own. Not that you knew each other's password by heart... "Thank you, darling."

You tapped on WhatsApp, searched Ben's contact and entered the chat. Of course you tried hard to not read the last messages he received and sent to give your best friend some privacy, but when your eyes caught a glimpse of a text just above the text box you were writing your text in, you couldn't help but to look. You knew it was wrong, but before you were able to stop yourself, it was already too late and your gaze wandered...

Ben: So... You're gonna take her finally home then, right??

Tom: What, I- Ben stop that. I... I can't just do that. I don't think she'd want that... Me...

Ben: Friend... Are you kidding me? It's obvious she wants you.

Tom: You, uh, think so?

Ben: Know so. Shoot your shot, man, before it's too late...

You didn't have to read more. Swallowing hard, you stared at the messages for a moment. You knew exactly who Tom and Ben were obviously talking about... Chloe. A woman Tom had met on set a few months back. She was - well, is one of the costume designers and therefore saw Tom quite often. Someday, they started to talk during a break and well... According to Tom the sparks had been flying. He had told his best friend everything, of course - while you wished he hadn't. You tried to be happy for him - like you always did when he met a new woman, but... As much as you tried, your head never could win the battle against your heart. It was an undefeatable opponent. A invulnerable fortress.

You never met Chloe - and yet you despised her wholeheartedly. It wasn't fair, of course, but love had turned you into a monster.

"Y/N? Hey, Y/N/N."

You flinched and snapped out of your thoughts as Tom's soft velvet voice urged to your ears. "Is everything alright?" You blinked, nodded, "Yeah, sure. Sorry, I, uh, just drifted off." and sent the text. Giving him a fake smile, you exited the app and handed him his phone back. "Are you sure?" "Yep. Everything's good, Tommy."

You hated to lie to him, but you couldn't just tell him the truth now, could you?

'Hey, Tommy, I'm sorry but I spied on your texts and saw that one message, saying that you are going to obviously shag that bitch Chloe and now I'm kinda jealous, because it should be me instead!'

Nope, certainly not. But you also couldn't shake that thought of. It occupied you. A lot. Your brain thought about it non-stop; causing your heart to crack and shatter even more with every passing minute. You could not stand the thought of another woman in Tom's life. In his home. His bed. His heart.

You tried your best to put on a brave face, but your best friend wasn't blind. Neither stupid. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself...

At first the Brit didn't say anything. Given the fact that you clearly told and signalled him that you didn't wish to talk. But at some point, an undeniable, unpleasant tension started to built up between you both. Almost like an imaginary wall... It felt like every untold word, every unspoken feeling had pent up over the last weeks, months - years and were now about to culminate in the middle of an upcoming rain storm. Right here, right now; while being stuck in traffic.

Tom just couldn't take it any longer. He needed to know what had turned everything upside down all of a sudden. Why everything felt so wrong at this very moment.

"Y/N?" He asked you carefully once again. "I know you said everything is okay - and I feel that you clearly don't wish to speak to me, but-" "No, really, Tom. It's all good," you interrupted him once more; giving him another fake smile - and you could tell at the look of his face, that he had seen immediately through that fake smile. But before he was able to say something, you intervened; only digging the gaping hole in your heart deeper.

"Did you go on a date with Chloe?"

Tom frowned; was clearly confused of the sudden change of topic. "Y-Yes, but-" "Great. How did it go?" "Um, great, I-I guess, but why are you-" "Good. That's good. I'm happy for you Tom." You swallowed hard; feeling your heart scream in pain - but no matter how hard it hurt you, you just had to know what happened between them. You wanted to spare yourself the double gut punch. Might as well feel all the pain at once.

"But, Y/N... Why-" You chose not to leave him any space to question you and just get over with it. "Did you kiss her?" "W-What?" "Touch her?" "T-Touch her? Why would I-" "Sleep with her?" "I-" "Was she at least good in bed?" You kept on bombarding your best friend with questions. "Y/N-" "Was she, huh?" "Y/N, I-" "Did she made you cu-"

"Y/N!"

Tom suddenly exploded; screamed out your name and slamming his hands on the steering wheel of the Jag. He clearly had heard enough; couldn't listen to this any longer.

You went silent; didn't even dare to breathe for a second.

"I didn't sleep with her! I didn't touch her! Goddammit, I didn't even kiss her! Nothing happened between us! Nothing!" The Brit took a deep breath; trying to calm himself down again. You just stared at him; mouth closed shut.

"Yes, we met. Yes, it was great. But I wouldn't even call it a date. We talked and drank a glass of wine. Nothing more." You swallowed hard. "B-But, I-I thought you and Chloe were-" "A thing? No. We're not, Y/N." You blinked; were quite stunned at the sudden turnout of this situation - and once more was your mouth quicker to speak than your brain was able to think and so it came how it had to come...

"About who did you and Ben talk about then in your chat, if not Chloe?"

It slipped past your lips - and you immediately regretted it; afraid of Tom's reaction.

Tom's eyes widened to the size of plates; hands twitching to grip the steering wheel tight, while his cheeks turned beet red. The Brit had not thought about this conversation he had with his his friend - and now you knew.

"Shit, Tom, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to spy on your chats, I-I just saw it a-and was wondering about who-"

"You."

You blinked once more. "W-What?"

Tom turned to face you again; oceanic blue eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.

Now or never, Tom thought.

"You, Y/N. We were talking about you."

You could've sworn that your heart skipped more than just one beat at his words. "M-Me?" You squeaked out; pointing at yourself. "Me?" "Yes. You. And the party today." Your eyes widened; jaw slacking in disbelief. "Y-You wanted to... Me?" Tom nodded; smiling nervously. "I always just wanted you, darling. No other woman on this earth is able to compare to you. My heart fell for you a long time ago. It belongs to you. Always has. Always will. I was just too afraid to tell-" Before he was able to finish his sentence, you had pulled him closer by the lapels of his stupidly sexy suit jacket and literally slammed your lips on his.

Tom was definitely shocked and overwhelmed at first, but he immediately relaxed; sighed in the kiss and pulled you as close as somehow possible with the car interior being quite a bit in the way.

All suppressed feelings and emotions finally broke free and melted into that very kiss. It felt like getting hit by an 18-wheeler truck and floating through heaven at the same time. It was a beautiful, chaotic mess, which the both of you enjoyed every second of - and tempted you to indulge into kiss after kiss after kiss.

You felt how your heartbeat quickened at the feeling of love and desire for the man beside you, as they were finally able to flood your body; veins pulsating with a dangerous mixture of endorphins and oxytocin - and Tom's musky smell, combined with the fruity blood orange and leather touch of his perfume didn't help at all. It made everything worse, without a doubt. Resisting Tom had been always difficult - but now that the chains were broken, it was impossible. And why should you stop yourself? There was no holding back anymore. The cards laid on the table.

You pushed Tom back into the driver seat; catching him by surprise. Your hand started to play with his tie; quickly undoing it. Tom's eyes watched your fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt; steadily wandering lower as he was swallowing hard. "Darling, w-what... what are you- Woah!" Tom had clearly anticipated that your hand would land at a place where he had often imagined it to be late at night, when he was all alone at home. But it didn't. You gave his belt a soft tug, but then moved your hand over his thigh and down to where the lever was, which allowed his seat to slide back; bringing even more space between him and the steering wheel.

Another thing the Brit hadn't seen coming - just like the next move you made.

Within the blink of an eye, you had slipped out of your high heels and elegantly swung yourself over; sitting on your former best friend's lap. It caused your dress to ride up your thighs - and Tom's eyes to widen. He literally froze in place; realising in which position you just brought yourself and him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, tugging at his suit jacket; trying to get him to shrug it off - what he did. "Y/N, w-what are you doing?" Tom knew of course very well what you were doing, but he needed to hear it. "What does it look like? I'm, uh, saving the car and riding you instead."

Tom's eyes almost popped out of his head at your bold words. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that it stirred something deep inside him. And his dress pants.

"Darling, I-I don't know if we should do this here, I-" You raised a playful eyebrow at him.

"Oh, Tommy please... Don't be so shy now. You can't tell me that you never imagined doing this..." You leaned in closer; whispering into his ear: "Me. On top of you." The Brit couldn't help the moan which slipped past his lips. "I-I did, I-," he panted out; feeling one of your hands opening his belt; metal clinking. "See? Besides, the windows are tinted. Nobody's going to see this. Plus, we are stuck anyway, so... What are you waiting for?" You asked in a hushed voice; tracing your lips down his pulse point. "Touch me."

Another breathy moan escaped Tom's lips; big hands flying up to grab your bare thighs and working on slipping your dress even higher up your hips. His warm, slightly sweaty palms sent a shiver down your spine; nerve ends sizzling with desire.

"I-I've wanted this for so long, now, darling." Tom whispered; pressing his forehead against yours. "And now that I can finally have it - you... It's so surreal and- Oh fuck..." Tom's hands started to tremble; eyebrows slanting and mouth forming into a perfect 'o' as you lowered yourself on him. Only your lips messily entangling themselves with his seemed to bring him out of his haze.

"I love you, Tommy. I love you. I always have," you whimpered; body jolting with love and pleasure. His soft beard scratched the skin of your cheek, as he buried his head in the crook of your neck; lips marking you as his.

"I love you, too, darling. With all my heart. I'm yours." He lifted his head once more; glassy blue eyes gazing deeply into your soul. "Now let me love you. Let me make love to you." You smiled deliriously and raked your fingers through his long, blonde-brown curls. "I beg you to, Tommy."

And when he started to move, the world around you faded. All you could think and feel was Tom.

[artistic-aristocrat]

Meadowlark headcanons 3!~

The long awaited third part of my HC series let's gooooo!

- The Lark can't have ANY scented soaps in their house because no matter how many times they explain to Kingsley that soap shouldn't be consumed they end up eating it anyway and getting violently sick all because " it smelled good and looked yummy, if not edible why delicious smelling!? "

- Peregrine is viciously afraid of heights, mainly because the fear of falling makes it VERY anxious, they could absolutely climb a tree so long as they keep looking up but then they'd look down for ONE SECOND and it would be clinging to that branch for dear life on the brink of tears like a helpless kitten stuck in a tree

- whenever Cole goes Non-verbal they communicate their feelings to the lark the way rabbits do. feelings anxious? Nervous foot tapping/leg bouncing that usually accompanies it, feeling angry? Aggressive stomping, happy? Jovial thumping of boot against the ground

- Clémente had one of those little diaries with a lock and key that they got from Enaïs for their birthday, this diary was their only outlet to express their true feelings as to avoid conflict with their mother.

• they put quite a few of their utmost private secrets in that diary and hid the key amongst their music box that was a gift from the Barron before he died.

- Peregrine had a childhood pet that was a big large brown Newfoundland they named 'Moose' because she was a "moose of a creature" even as a puppy.

• Peregrine's parents initially got Moose as puppy with the intention of having a guard dog around the time Perrine was 5yo and of course they eventually just gave the responsibility of caring for her solely to Perrine because they couldn't be bothered.

• Moose was fiercely protective over them, growling and barking at their parents while posted at the foot of Peregrine's crib/bed whenever they sensing them as a threat, unfortunately that would result in the parents just tying her up in the doghouse outside

• Perrine would try to sneak out just to see Moose and Sometimes literally just fall asleep outside snuggling her

•Moose was like Perrine's lifeline growing up, whenever it would have panic attacks she would just come padding over to them and lay on it's lap, acting like a large weighted blanket until It calmed down.

• Moose would sadly pass of old age (Newfoundlands usually live 8-10 years) shortly before Perrine went away to start their new life and meet the Lark, but they were deeply distraught that they couldn't bring her with it and that she had to live out the rest of her old dog days in that wretched house.

[rhapsodynew]

#On this day

On December 3, 1948, the British vocalist was born

Ozzy Osbourne

Happy Birthday!👍👏🎊🎉✨️💥🔥🎵🎶♥️

One of the founders and a member of the "golden line-up" of the band Black Sabbath.

Ozzy Osbourne: rock music legend, winner of many awards and iconic achievements

"The bat thought I was giving her the kiss of life..."

Osborne was born on December 3, 1948, at the Marston Green Maternity Clinic near Coleshill, but grew up in the Aston area of Birmingham. Geezer Butler founded his first band Rare Breed in late 1967 and quickly invited

Ozzy Osbourne as the frontman. After two shows, the band broke up. At Polka Tulk Blues, Ozzy Osbourne and Jeezer Butler reunited with guitarist Tony Iommi and drummer Bill Ward, whose band Mythology had recently disbanded.

In August 1969, they decided to call themselves Black Sabbath.

Ozzy Osbourne left Black Sabbath in 1979 due to alcohol and drug problems, but then had a successful solo career, releasing 12 studio albums, the first seven of which were certified multiple platinum in the United States.

He repeatedly returned to Black Sabbath. He returned in 1997 and took part in the recording of the band's last studio album, "13" (2013), before embarking on a farewell tour that culminated with a performance in Birmingham, Alabama, in February 2017. His longevity and success earned him the unofficial title of "Godfather of Metal".

Ozzy Osbourne has sold over 100 million albums worldwide thanks to his time in Black Sabbath and solo efforts. Osborne has been recognized for his contribution to the music industry by a number of awards. He won a Grammy Award in the Best Metal Performance category in 1994 for the song "I Don't Want to Change the World" from the album Live & Loud. Osborne received the Godlike Genius Award at the NME Awards in London in 2004.

As a solo artist and member of Black Sabbath, Osborne was inducted into the UK Music Hall of Fame in 2005. Along with Tony Iommi, Bill Ward and Jeezer Butler from Black Sabbath, he was inducted into the US Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2006.

Osborne, along with Genesis, Heart and ZZ Top, was recognized at the second annual VH1 Rock Honors ceremony in 2007. A bronze star was erected in his honor on Broad Street in Birmingham, England. On May 18, Osborne learned that he would be the first to be inducted into the Birmingham Walk of Fame.

Osborne In 2008, Osborne was awarded the title of "Legend of Live Rock Music" at the Classic Rock n Roll of Honor Awards. Previous winners have included Alice Cooper, Lemmy and Jimmy Page. The award was presented by Slash, former Guns N' Roses guitarist. At the Guys Choice Awards in Culver City, California, in 2010, Osborne received the Literary Achievement Award for his autobiography, I Am Ozzy. The award was presented by Sir Ben Kingsley. The book opened the New York Times bestseller list in 2nd place in the hardcover non-fiction category.

Ozzy Osbourne is a talented musician who has made a huge contribution to the development of rock music. His unique voice and expressive singing style have won millions of fans around the world. In addition, Ozzy Osbourne is a celebrity who has always been open and honest with her fans and fans. He also became famous for his reality shows and participation in films.

The awards and honors that Ozzy Osbourne has received during his career highlight his importance and contribution to the music industry. His music and personality will remain in the memory and hearts of many people for decades to come.

[kals-kool-blog]

yaelokre headcanons except im projecting because i have literally nothing else to do with my time (lying)

perrine, if sick, will not stop doing regular daily things unless they find out it's contagious. god forbid the thermometer stops working right, reads normal, and they start passing out mid-task (could NOT have happened to me at a con yesterday. totally didnt.)

clémentine, despite its compassion, is rather hot-headed. they never expressed much of their anger as a child, but after they left, they started feeling all of the pent-up rage from before. many a time have they screamed and screamed (into a pillow) about everything and yet nothing at all.

cole, when happy, yaps its heart out (/aff). when stressed, it goes silent. also it is not a pretty blusher when they go red they go RED. yet another reason its grateful for the masks lol.

kingsley and tita amara are the exact same flavor of neurodivergent. like EXACT. their brains are identical.

bonus: the lark would have been show choir kids in a modern au. i don't make the rules they just would've done that idk

(this is an old draft i finished up from around my birthday i sadly did not go to a con yesterday)

[cailynwrites]

A Very Pairy Christmas 2024 Master List

Check out last year's master list HERE.

Dec. 1 - Better Off by @samunderthelights (James x Sirius)

Dec. 2 - The Gift That Keeps on Giving by sophh (Fred x Hermione)

Dec. 3 - The Green Dress by @danpuff-ao3 (James x Regulus, James x Lily)

Dec. 4 - An Extra Hand by Frumpologist (Harry x Theo)

Dec. 5 - Ta Reine by @xslytherclawx-writes (Alicia x Angelina)

Dec. 6 - By the Fire by @siriusly-sapphic (Narcissa x Sirius)

BONUS Dec. 6 (for Hagrid's birthday) - The First Winter by Fluffyllama (Hagrid x Madam Rosmerta)

Dec. 7 - Into His Arms by Herochick007 (Ginny x Kingsley)

Dec. 8 - The Story with a Happy Kind of Ending by @veliseraptor (Lily x Severus)

Dec. 9 - While the Weary World Is Sleeping (Christmas Night, 1995) by @topaz-eyes (Remus x Sirius, Hermione x Remus)

BONUS Dec. 9 - Snoggy Delights by Avada_Katyvra (Draco x Hermione)

Dec. 10 - Tides to the Shore by @pawprinterfanfic (Ginny x Luna)

Dec. 11 - Photograph by @celestemagnoliathewriter (Remus x Tonks, Ginny x Harry)

Dec. 12 - Four Christmases Pomona Sprout Loved and One She Hated by kelly_chambliss (Aberforth x Pomona)

A Song for Midwinter by anxiousgoat (Draco x Neville)

Dec. 13 - A Potter Carol by @originella

Dec. 14 - A Song for Midwinter by anxiousgoat (Draco x Neville)

Dec. 15 - A White Christmas and a Summer Wedding by Titti (Pansy x Ron)

Dec. 16 - Uplifting Magic by PaulaMcG (Pomona x Pomfrey, background Wolfstar)

Dec. 17 - Boxes and Baubles by @danpuff-ao3 (Harry x Severus)

Dec. 18 - A Diner's Christmas Eve Tale: Traditions by @picklesonjupiter (Harry x Severus - Severitus)

BONUS Dec. 18 - Penguins, Pebbles, and Other Reasons to Pursue Unemployment by @mightbewriting (Draco x Hermione)

Dec. 19 - we'll keep the king by @bluesundaycake (Remus x Severus)

Dec. 20 - How the Ghosts (Almost) Stole Christmas by RonsGirlFriday (Hermione x Ron)

Dec. 21 - Last Minute Christmas Shopping by @madetofly (Daphne x Susan)

Dec. 22 - The Perfect Tree by @danpuff-ao3 (Neville x Percy)

Dec. 23 - Fireside by vix_spes (Harry x Ron)

Dec. 24 - Baby's First Christmas (AKA The Night Before Christmas) by @rainbow-nerdss (James x Lily)

Dec. 25 - Happy Holidays by @goddess47 (Dudley & Harry)

BONUS Dec. 25 - Light One Candle by @xslytherclawx-writes (Albus x Scorpius)

Dec. 26 - Pick Their Poison by @corinalannister (Hermione x Severus)

Dec. 27 - It's Not Easy (The Way I Loved You) by @bartletslesbians (Hermione x Pansy)

Dec. 28 - God Rest Ye, Pansy Parkinson by anxiousgoat (Pansy x Tonks)

Dec. 29 - Sometimes We're Just Searching for What's Right There All Along by @youcancallmekathyp (Harry x Hermione)

Dec. 30 - and so this is christmas by @miss-grimwood (Bellatrix x Lily)

Dec. 31 - In a Million Ways by @acciomjolnir

BONUS multi-voice project featuring a variety of podficcing talents - Light Up the Night by Saras_Girl (Draco x Harry)

And that's a wrap! Thank you for listening and see you next December! (Or check out some of my other 2024 work HERE.)