#IT'S A BIT LATE BUT HAPPY NEW YEAR LUNA!! hope you like this!!

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⋆ ★ CHERRY MAGIC! E01 ✦ KUROSAWA YUUICHI ★ ⋆

dedicated to Luna (@sattosugu)

[emeritusemeritus]

hii! i love your work soo much, you are so talented. both weasley twins x reader, so like both the weasley twins getting jealous because reader has been spending so much time with her male best friend and one night she gets home late and they are mad. (smut and a bit of fluff at the end). so sorry if this is bad this is my first request

Hi my love! Thank you so much, not bad at all! I hope this is what you wanted (I need a very cold shower now) 🖤

Warnings: SMUT, graphic smut; threesomes, PIV, fingering, slightly cumplay, fingering, possessiveness, Dom!sub roles, dominant twins, jealousy, a bit of angst, beginnings of an argument. Swearing. Fluff and smut. Getting fucked in the kitchen. Sorry Dean, I’m sure you’re lovely.

Word count: 3k

Sense of belonging.

Summertime was upon you and as the days got longer and brighter, the temperature increasing, it brought along an endless stream of possibilities and fun.

The twins had been really busy lately, trying to stock up ahead of the impending return to Hogwarts for the students, the few weeks before term time being one of the busiest peaks of the year for them except for Christmas, April fools day and bonfire night. You really shouldn't complain, they were successful, bringing in a lot of money and still took great pleasure in their work. They were inventing all the time, wanting a new product to launch before school resumed and though you were happy for them, you felt like your hadn't truly seen them in weeks.

The days went by in a blur of waking up alone in bed, making yourself a cup of tea and some breakfast, showering alone and then trying to fill your days with work and meeting friends. Occasionally you'd help at the shop when they needed cover but you tended to stick behind the scenes working on the accounts and ordering, with the occasional potion brewing for the big restocks. Every night you'd cook dinner and set aside two plates, eating alone with the company of trashy muggle tv before you cleaned up the kitchen, put the two wrapped plates in the fridge and eventually drifted to bed. If it wasn't for occasionally needing the bathroom in the middle of the night and seeing your two husbands asleep either side of you, you could easily have believed that they never came back to the flat.

You'd tried to surprise them and take them lunch to try and steal some time together in the office but they were always too busy, too close to nailing their project so you stopped bothering. You tried waiting up late at night for them to show but they'd simply given you sleepy smiles and had fallen asleep on the sofa not twenty minutes later when you tried that. And sex? You could hardly remember what that felt like.

To say you were feeling a little neglected was an understatement. So when you ran into Dean Thomas in the Flourish and Botts Friday morning, you didn't hesitate to agree to a proper catch-up with him Saturday evening at the Leaky Cauldron. He'd extended the invitation to your husbands as well and you'd politely thanked him, telling him you'd ask them but in reality you knew there was a slim chance of that actually happening.

You hadn't seen either of your husbands that day from the moment you woke up til the moment you stepped out of the door, slightly dressed up and ready to meet Dean. You'd tried to catch them last night and then again around early morning when the shop was supposed to be quieter but they'd barely even acknowledged your presence. So you left them a note, telling them that you were going out and that you'd be home later.

You had a wonderful time; you'd actually run into Neville and Luna and they had joined you for dinner. You fell easily into conversation, just like the old days, with Dean of course asking about Ginny, your husbands and the shop. Neville and Luna were engaged and you were told all about their wedding plans which completely warmed your heart. You were on high as you walked back to the flat, a smile still on your face after catching up with good friends.

The smile disappeared pretty much as soon as you stepped through the flat, took off your jacket and shoes and found Fred and George sat at the kitchen table, your note placed between them. There’s a tension in the air that you can’t place. They don’t look mad, but they definitely don’t look happy either.

“Oh here she is,” George says, his voice dropping with sarcasm.

“Remembered that you have two husbands have you?” Fred says, his voice even harsher than George’s. You fire up with anger, biting your lip as you look between them with a glare, unable to push down your feelings anymore.

“That’s ironic coming from you two,” you mumble, walking over to the sink to get a glass of water.

“Care to elaborate princess?” Fred says blankly from behind you.

You snort, not believing that they’d really be getting into this now, the biggest hypocrites in all of Diagon Alley.

“Did you forget lately that you had a wife?” You ask, turning to them and looking between them. “She’s about yay high,” You say, gesturing to your height, “* colour hair, surname Weasley.” Your voice holds almost no humour to it now, feeling fired up.

“Yeah I’m looking at her,” Fred says with an equally unamused, expressionless glance.

“Doesn’t seem like her though, our wife’s normally a good girl,” George adds. There it is, that’s what the tension is.

A smirk slowly spreads across your face as you realise what the real issue is- they’re jealous.

You shrug dramatically, placing your glass into the sink, knowing just how to get them, “boys prefer bad girls.”

It’s instantaneous, both of them rising to their feet with the implication of your words.

“Is that right little slut?” George says, beginning to move closer. “Men, like us, prefer our good girl.”

“I reckon she’s forgotten who she belongs to mate,” Fred says, casting a glance at his brother, hanging back a little as a devilish twinkle begins to shine in his eyes.

“Yeah I reckon so,” George agrees, looking up and down your body.

“Have you forgotten sweetheart?” Fred asks teasingly, his bottom lip sticking out just a tad to mock you.

“Probably,” you say defiantly, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Try again,” Fred says darkly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he advances on you, moving in step with his twin as they crowd you, towering over you. Their stares are dark, devilish and hungry have you flushed in seconds as their towering forms loom over you menacingly, both with smirks tugging at their lips as they notice your heaving chest and flushed face.

“Who do you belong to Angel? Hm?” George says, reaching out and pulling up your top over your head, seeing absolutely no resistance from you.

“Fred,” you say breathlessly, having to suck in your cheeks to stop yourself smiling as you watch George’s eyes widen in disbelief.

You gasp as your bra strap pings on your body, Fred’s fingers having purposefully let it go as a mild form of punishment for your act of defiance.

“And?” He pushes. Your eyes never faulted from George’s, allowing a hint of a smile to appear on your face that is a complete contrast to his thunderous glare.

“Bill?” You say innocently and within seconds you are turned around, pressed up against the kitchen counter and spanked, the loud thwack echoing through the kitchen.

Hands begin creeping up your legs and you’ve never been more thankful that you’d chosen a skirt, enjoying the feel of hands creeping up your bare skin under they stop just as they reach the lace of your panties. You feel long fingers begin to touch your pussy through the lace of your underwear and you throw your head back at the sensation, so close to where you need them but not close enough.

“Try again princess,” Fred says in your ear, body pressed against your back so you can feel the bulge of his erection against your bum.

“George, George,” you moan out, just as Fred finds your clit, rubbing it gently through the lace.

“See, told you you were our good girl,” Fred coos, pressing his erection against your bum harder now, giving the most delicious friction.

“Not quite,” George days darkly from the side and after a few seconds, Fred pulls away. Your bra is almost ripped from you leaving your breasts exposed and you’re mercilessly turned around by strong hands so they can see.

When both twins suddenly crouch down in front of you, their mouths instantly fixing upon your breasts, focusing on the pebbled nipples as their tongues dance around the sensitive peaks, you cry out, hands going into their hair to keep them just where you need them.

George’s hand traces up your leg and slips into your underwear, tracing his long fingers through your wet slit as you moan out, his fingers finding your sensitive little nub almost instantly.

“You do you belong to?” George says into the skin of your breast, pulling away to look up at you.

“You, fuck, you, both of you,” you moan out as George’s finger slips inside you at the same time, slowly thrusting as your hips cant trying to get him deeper.

“Good girl.”

“Who’s got you this wet sweetheart?” Fred says, his own fingers joining George’s as he rubs your clit whilst George stretches out out with his fingers, adding a second one slowly.

“You, geor, Fre,” you cry out, not even able to finish their names as they work together, hitting every pleasure point as Fred’s lips wrap around your nipple again and give a harsh suck.

“Not Dean?” George says, not holding back the jealousy.

“No, only you,” you cry out, beginning to feel your climax approaching.

“Not get Angel,” George says, suddenly pulling his hands away, as does Fred, leaving you whining and pouting at their actions.

“Bend over the table,” George instructs and you mindlessly follow his command, cringing as your naked breasts press against the cold wood of the table.

Your skirt is flipped up from behind you, exposing the little strip of lace you’d been wearing underneath until it’s unceremoniously ripped from your body at the side. You gasp, hips lifting up as your pussy is exposed to the air, to their eyes and in no time at all you can feel the head of a cock pressing against your wet lips.

“Tell me darling,” George says from behind you, “who do you belong to?”

“You Georgie!”

Your moan echoes throughout the apartment as the thick head of his cock slips inside you, the slight upward curve of his length making you gasp as it presses directly against your sweet spot inside.

“George!” You cry out as he immediately sets a rough and fast pace, your hands clawing at the table for purchase as your hips repeatedly knock into the side of the table.

“So fucking wet,” George growls from behind you as he fucks into you perfectly. “My fucking good girl, so fucking perfect for us.”

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, body already clearly worked up from being so expertly fingered earlier. He curses from behind you as your walls clench, squeezing his perfect cock tightly as you writhe and cry out with the ecstasy coursing through you. He lasts about three more thrusts as your pussy bares down on him and you moan out again as his thrusts get sloppy and sporadic as he cums, crying out your name in a whine.

“My little princess fucked out?” You hear from the side and your eyes widen as you realise that Fred had been watching all this time, waiting to pounce as he stands before you naked. George hadn’t even undressed, he’d simply bent you over, unbuttoned his work pants and fucked into you without any care.

“Think you can take me too sweet girl?” He asks, hand ghosting over your back as his twin slips out of you. You nod eagerly, already feeling empty as George’s cum begins leaking out of you and down the skin of your inner thighs.

Instead of getting behind you as you expected, he takes a seat on one of the wooden chairs beside you, beckoning you to join him as he pumps his cock in his hand. The sight has you near drooling, the sight of his long, big fingers wrapped around his thick cock, the wide shoulders and strong upper body so deliciously on display.

You back up from the table and remove your skirt and ripped panties that were clinging to one of your legs. He let’s go of his cock and it bobs back to hit his lower abdomen as he outstretches his hand to help you climb into him, both of you completely naked now.

You rest your legs on his and grab his wide shoulders for support as he grabs the base of his cock, allowing you to sink down on it. He’s slightly wider than George and you cry out at the feel of being stretched out again, your wetness and what’s left of George’s cum acting as lube to allow him to slip straight inside of you, reaching deeper and deeper until he was snugly pressed against your cervix. Your fingers paw at the flesh of his shoulders as he gives you time to adjust, sucking on your breasts in front of his face as you lift one hand and stroke back the hair from his face. He pulls away and looks up at you seating in his lap and there’s a moment that passes where you stare at each other with a smile, pausing to share a passionate kiss whilst his cock nestled deep inside you, your walls already clenching around his big member.

His hands fall to your bum as you slowly begin to lift yourself up until he was almost completely out of you before you quickly sink back down, his length filling you completely. Your loud moans are completely synchronised at the sensation of him fucking all the way into you and as you quickly begin to find a perfect rhythm, you begin to feel completely cock drunk.

Your hips buck on him as you chase the fire in your belly that’s beginning to ignite; feeling as if his cock was filling you completely. Your thighs burn at the exertion of bouncing on him and the sight alone of his scrunched up, pleasure filled face is enough to make you let out a string of moans that sound almost inhuman. You lean forward to kiss him again and the new angle hits something inside you that propels you right over the edge, crying out his name against his lips as you fall completely over the edge.

Your orgasms has nearly subsided but you can’t move anymore, legs burning and tired, as much as you want to keep riding him. He senses your slowing immediately and quickly grabs you by the ass and in a wicked feat of strength, he lifts you and him, keeping his cock deep inside as he placed you onto the edge of the table. You fall back, resting your head on the wood as he grabs your hips and snaps his own into yours, making your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. He’s unable to look away, eyes dancing between your bouncing tits and your stretched out pussy, all on display for him. He begins to fuck you harder and harder, your cries getting louder as you grab hold of the edge of the table behind you, tits jiggling wildly as he bruises your hips.

“Gonna, fuck, oh fuck baby,” he whines as he watches your right hand snake down and rub circles around your clit, feeling like you could cum again.

“Let me,” you hear from the side and George’s fingers immediately take the place of yours, toying with your clit in the most deliciously sinful way. Fred cock slams into you as he starts to cum before he slams your hips down against his, cock buried right to the end of you as you feel his perfect length twitch and spurt inside of you, filling you with another load of hot cum. The sensation of being filled along with George’s sinful fingers has you reaching your peak again, calling out their names as you fight against Fred’s strong hold, unable to keep your hips still.

Your breathless and sweating, completely fucked out as you mumble their names over and over again. Fred slips out of you and pants as he throws himself back down onto the chair that would undoubtedly need cleaning in the morning.

“Come here Angel,” George says, grabbing your attention as he extends his hands for you to take, pulling you up. He stops and pulls you in for a sweet kiss that only increases your breathlessness as you pull away with half kisses eyes, tired and blissfully fucked out.

“Want a bath?” He says, much softer than he’d been when you entered. You shake your head with a smile, covering your slightly chilly body.

“Pee and bed,” you say, reaching for his hand but this time to entwine your fingers. He gives you a small, shy smile as he brings your entwined hands to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.

“Did you have a nice time?” He asks as you hop down from the table, cringing at the wetness you can see on the wood, knowing that you probably shouldn’t have fucked where you eat. You look at him questioningly, not wanting to start an argument but he gives you a little smile that tells you everything is okay.

It’s a little later and you’re cuddled up to Fred on the sofa, having been convinced to stay up with them a little while.

“We are sorry princess, never meant to pull away so much, we just needed to get the new products right snd it’s been none stop,” Fred says, stroking your leg as it rests across his lap.

“It’s okay, I understand,” you say, looking away from the terrible muggle tv show you were watching.

“It won’t happen again,” George says and you smile, reaching out to grab hold of his hand in understanding.

“Better not,” you say, the hint of a devious smirk crossing your face. “Or next time I go out to meet Dean I won’t wear any panties.”

“Bed.”

“Now.”

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r]

Sneaking around

Summary : Draco is being tailed by Harry, but he doesn't know that. He goes to meet his secret Ravenclaw girlfriend y/n. 

Harry slid out of Slughorn's party and followed Malfoy. He knew his cloak would be of use as he threw it over him. Draco Malfoy during this whole semester looked sickly and pale but today he looked…Draco.

 He followed him through the secret passageway on the third floor that was rarely used; he wondered when Draco had found it. He was so deep in thought he hadn't almost noticed that Draco had stopped. 

Suddenly black hair flicked from a corner. Draco lounged and pulled out a laughing Ravenclaw girl. 

"Salazar Y/n," 

"Hi~" Draco's scowl dropped and a shy smile made its way there instead. 

"Hello," Draco rolled out. 

"Your hair is a mess Malfoy, are you actually using your shampoo?"

"Of course I am, i was bloody thrown from Slughorn's stupid party" 

"Sounds a bit hmmm jealous, was a certain Harry Potter there?" Harry froze once he heard his name. 

"Don't start, you saying his name once is enough,"

"Shall I start calling him the chosen one or the other he who must not be named." Harry was mesmerized by her, it was like she radiated happiness. 

Draco shook his head so hard that his hair became more messed up. 

"Jeez, Draco relax," 

"Potter's been trailing me lately," Y/n raised her eyebrows. 

"If I didn't know any better I'd ship you two," Harry wanted to retch in his hiding place. "Lorminuim"

"That's new," Draco remarked, flopping on a nearby couch. "Made it?" 

"Nah 7th years, it's a silencing charm which also acts as an alarm if anyone steps within 10 feet of our invisible bubble we'll know"  Harry froze again, if he moved. He'll be in deep trouble.

However everything except for one fact flew over Draco's head as he sat up. "7th Year boys?"

Y/N blinked at him before she threw back her head and laughed. "What if it was a boy?" Y/n teases coming closer. "Mmm, what if it was?" 

Draco rolled his eyes. Y/n sat on his lap and cupped his face in her hands. Smooshing his face makes him look like a fish. Harry was still in severe shock. 

“I’m yours, mon amor est pour toi et toi sulement,” Draco burst out laughing. “Stop laughing I tried.” 

Draco pressed soft kisses into her palm. “I know, bloody accent needs help but, I love you too” he then said something in perfect french. Harry had enough and he, under his cloak, moved backwards inch by inch turning with each step, he did so till he was out. 

“Harry?” He spun to find Hermione and Ron behind him. "Harry? You look like you've seen a ghost,"

"Malfoy,"

"Don't tell me you followed him, can you belive this Ron, wait, you knew didn't you," Hermione pointed at Ron's red ears.

"I- Harry what about Malfoy what did you catch him doing," 

"He and y/n are a thing," 

"What? They barely are in the same space at the same time," Hermione said crossing her arms. "I mean yeah, y/n is close to the slytherin boys."

"What-" 

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Somehow news had spread quickly. Mostly thanks to Ron and his, "MALFOY AND Y/N ARE YOU BLOODY SERIOUS MATE" Soon it even reached the love birds themselves. 

"Pansy told me that she heard it from Luna who heard it from Ginny who heard it from Ron."Y/n was sitting at the head of Draco's four-poster bed with his head in her lap 

"Do you think he caught us snogging somewhere," 

"I would hope not else you won't be getting any." Draco pouted. 

You’re cute when you pout

“Thank you,” Draco flushed slightly. She herself blushed, she said that outloud. 

"Nevermind, it was probably Potter maybe he tailed me on one of our dates," 

"Maybe," Draco started to play with her hair.  

"We can't keep hiding in your dorm, unlike you, a dinner person, I am a breakfast person." 

Draco sighed at that. They only had two classes today both after lunch. "Please let's just stay here, just for now," 

"Fine, you owe me," 

Draco just smiled and cuddled into y/n, "I really love you y/n, like a lot that i actually let on" Y/n froze.

"Y/n? Y/n you don't have to say it back, I just-"

"I love you too,"  Draco sat up and looked at her. 

“You don’t need to tell me you love me, I don-” she shut him up with a kiss. Suddenly the door barged open, 

“HA PANSY YOU WERE RIGHT COME CHECK THIS OUT,” Blaise in all his glory stood heaving with laughter. Soon they were joined by Pansy Theodore Matheo and Lorenzo. Draco with a wave of his wand had shoved them out and locked them out. 

“Why are we friends with them,”

“Say the word and they’re gone,” she laughed an kissed Draco back. 

“I’ll think about it, since we’ve been caught and I’m starving, let’s go,” Draco sighed and help her off the bed. “But you’ll still owe me a bunch of snacks later,”

Draco looked at her a small smile on his lips. “Deal,” she smiled and his heart stuttered. He was truly enamored with her.

[septimaseverina]

All right, since this is the last post of 2024, so let me say about my life from this past year. Like a toast. Cheers! 🍾🥂🥳

.

My 2024 has begun with wonky, dizzy, fuzzy not from being drunk (I've quitted drinking for 3 years 😌), but from journeying out of city to attend count down party and backing home at 3PM. I couldn't function until 3rd January...

The point is I've truly begun 2024 on 3rd January, continued studying Qabalah for Wiccan, but actually because of digging and diving deep into the world of Tarots and Astrology, in order to achieve more insightful and holistic approaches, and my career; Tarot reader and strifeful Astrologer in my country. Althought I must read 3 books altogether and later 5 books at the same time, my career has been being prosper until now.

First half 2024 was quite busy but eventually happy for me. People want to buy my maternal ancestors' house at the northern part of Thailand, immediaetly not long after New Year's day, my mum and I must quickly fly a half country. Above from benefits, I get a chance to reconcile with my uncles and aunts those who used to quarrel with me for years. Also, the family gathering is joyful one after my grandma passing away.

Another mesmerising journey is on May, it's been 12 years, since the last time I traveled to the beaches, yes! The beach! 😎🏖🏝🏖☀️🌟 Ocean feelings and seafoods! 🌊🦞🦪

On July, I should've known that it was the worst month from this year. Nevertheless, I'm gonna make it quick and simple; Neil Gaiman reveals his true colour (it hurts like brojen heart. NGL), such disgusting....and then my aunt (mum's younger sister) is dead.

Shock, I was. I love her so much as if she is my mum, but I'm still happy for her. Since, she had always wished not to live after we parted when I graduated from the University, so it's her intention. She doesn't commit suicide, she was just died in her sleep.

That makes a bit last half 2024 sad.

But, the big regret here is: I must sorry to my dear friends here for being on hiatus more than 2023. Yet, most of them are actual necessary, like on late july.

Next year, I'm gonna try to be more sociable! 🥰🥰🥰

Annnnnnnnnnnd now allow me to raise the glass to these 3 friends I've make here!

🥂🍾🎂🌹🌺🌻🌹🌻🌺🌹🌻🌺🌹🌻🌺🌹🌿🍀

💝💖💗💓💕💟❣❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🤍💫🌸🌟

@sigelfire

Thank you so much for being here for me all along, all the way, and almost all the time! Not just only Diego Luna's fandom. Even though we haven't long conversation and talked much like before I spent less time here. I'm truly and really utmost sorry for all and everything I've ever done, which they might upset and disturbe you - even make you angry. Please forgive me 🙏 I love you so muuuuuuuchhhhhhhh 😊😚🥰🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

@aaronsaxon

You are the first, who approaching and befriending with me on Diego Luna's fandom. I'm really happy that we making acquaitance, honestly. Though, you've been busy since last year, but you still keep in touch and usually stopping by to greet and update each other! I'm so glad 🥰🥰🥰 I really like you, to be honest 😊🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

@letthefairyinyoufly

Maybe we've only befriended just 3 months, but I feel like a year, and I'm delighted to get to know you that you and me have much stuffs and fandoms in mutual! 🧡 Especially with Rings of Power, Haladriel, House of the Dragon, Game of Thrones, Period Dramas, and many TV series! I'm exceedingly appriciated our new friendship and some how kindred spirits in it! Hope we will continue being friends for years to come! 😊🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[realmadridfamily]

Luna Serrat, granddaughter of Joan Manuel Serrat, the new artist in the family.

"I would say I am very intuitive and emotional, but at the same time I am very rational and hardworking. It's a bit of a contradictory mix, but lately it has brought me good things."

This is how Luna Serrat, the eldest granddaughter of Joan Manuel Serrat, describes herself, and decided to change course and become the new artist in the family. She studied journalism and audiovisual communication. Also worked in music radio, but at some point she realized that it didn't make her happy. Now she is pursuing her dream of being an actress, while exploring her literary soul by composing songs.

Luna, why did you choose to study journalism? How did you realize that it wasn't for you? From a young age we hear : "studies are the path to a career", "the more opportunities you have, the better", "do internships", "do a master's degree", "go abroad", "learn languages", "become independent" etc. The idea of ​​not doing it terrifies you. And I did it all: two degrees, three years of internships, a master's degree, lived in three countries. And then what? Why I'm not happy? I started thinking about it and I noticed that the best moments, when I was the happiest, were spent in art, painting, singing, monologues in front of the mirror, playing the piano, writing … and I decided! I started studying interpretation and singing and it's definitely the best decision of my life. Now I don't live in another country, I don't have my own apartment, nor a fixed salary every month, but I am happy, I have fun, I go to bed and wake up smiling. I think that is what success is.

Because your dream is to be an actress and you are preparing for it … That's how it is. I've already done two years of studying at a drama school, in the meantime I'm learning singing and playing the piano and guitar.

Is it something you've always had inside you? Yes, absolutely. Sometimes I feel like I'm a little late. It would have saved me a lot of frustration if I had found this path as a child. Because I felt like I didn't fit in, but how could I? In my school, all I had was literature or science. Journalism (music journalism, which is what I majored in) was a way for me to get closer to the art world without actually doing it. It was a cowardly way to not stray too far from what made me happy.

Coming from a family of artists, do you think it was natural for you to follow that path? Natural? I don't know what would be natural. Of course, everyone should do what they want and make their own decisions. Luckily, they always gave me the opportunity to choose my future and taught me that life has many beginnings and I can start over as many times as I want. That's how it was.

Would you also like to try your luck in the world of music, as a singer? I've always said no, but that "no" came with a lot of uncertainty that I'm thankfully slowly getting over. So maybe yes. I don't know.

You often post literary quotes on your Instagram profile. Do you like writing? Yes! I'm passionate about it. It's therapeutic for me. I love writing songs.

Have you already had the opportunity to work on any projects as an actress? I hope you see something soon. I believe and hope so.

Theater, cinema, or television? Which acting world attracts your attention the most? The world of acting is so full of choices! Being able to make a living from this is more than enough for me.

Did your aunt Candela give you any advice on this? Yes, she helps me prepare for castings when I get stuck. I admire her a lot and her criticism matters a lot to me. She is a good coach.

Your family will have supported you in your decision … Absolutely, in this and all. They don't express much opinion either, they just accompany me.

When you say that you are the granddaughter of such a beloved artist as Joan Manuel Serrat … how do people react? This isn't something I always say. Not without reason, but I think it's better to be discreet in everything in life, and it's worked out well for me.

Are you sad that he decided to retire from the stage? Yes, a little. But like I said, just as my family has no opinion on my decisions, I have no opinion on theirs. Like them, I limit myself to accompanying them.

Which of his songs always accompanies you? Lucía, Mediterráneo, Paraules d’amor …

Has he encouraged you to follow in his footsteps and dedicate yourself to music? He encourages me to do anything that makes me happy. What could a grandfather want more than the happiness of his grandchildren?

Another of your traits is influence. In fact, you have almost sixty thousand followers… What do social media mean to you? Honestly, I am quite ungrateful to the social media and I should reconcile with them. I criticize them a lot because they are not a faithful reflection of real life, but it's true that they have given me a lot of good. They have given me friends, experiences, and most importantly, they have given me a job that allowed me to pay for my studies.

[rose-of-oz]

𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

So, I’ve been reading a lot of Wizarding World OC fanfics lately, mostly on Wattpad, and have since fallen back into a rabbit hole of thinking about this amazing universe. Harry Potter was one of the very first fandoms I was in, and despite everything and how much I despise and renounce She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, I still love it and I don’t really think I’ll ever stop.

Anyways, as a result of my falling back into my love for this universe, I wound up creating a whole load of plot bunnies for assorted eras, and I thought I’d share them with you guys! I probably won’t wind up making formal intro posts for all of them or anything, but you guys are definitely free to ask me questions about any of them if you want, and I really hope you like my new babies!!

(Tagging my Wizarding World moots @luucypevensie, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @manyfandomocs, @cecexwrites, and @ginevrastilinski-ocs - really hope you guys like these ideas!!)

FANTASTIC BEASTS ERA —

Charlotte “Charlie” Fairweather; pureblood, (former) Hufflepuff, poly Newt + Tina ship. Newt’s best friend from Hogwarts who shares his love of creatures and dropped out after he got expelled to follow him in his travels. Seen as the father of all the creatures while Newt’s the mom, and has a special bond with the Mooncalves. Total sassy sweetheart who has a heart of gold but also doesn’t take crap from anyone, and also a distinguished bisexual who’s very proud of herself for landing people as awesome as both Newt and Tina.

Amelia Jameson; half-blood, (former) Horned Serpent, poly Jacob + Queenie ship. American witch who works in the Wand Registration Department and is Tina’s only friend at work, and winds up getting pulled into the whole crazy adventure because of it. Incredibly intelligent and good at reading people, but never became an Auror because she was too scared to put herself into danger. Has had a work crush on Queenie for years, but never thought anything would come of it until she got to spend more time with her and wound up also developing feelings for Jacob (which causes her a great deal of panic for something that winds up having a happy ending).

Sylvia “Sylvie” Miller; pureblood, (former) Wampus, Bunty ship. Tina’s Auror protégé once she gets reinstated in the second movie who gets assigned to shadow her in her hunt for Grindelwald. Doesn’t see what Tina sees in Newt at all but then becomes a total hypocrite by falling head over heels for Bunty the moment she sees her. Kind of closed-off and over everything all the time, but also a secret lesbian disaster. Incredible when it comes to defensive magic and shield charms.

RIDDLE ERA —

Ptolemus Lovegood; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Tom Riddle ship. Exists in an AU where Tom never becomes Voldemort. Luna’s ancestor who definitely lives up to the Lovegood name, very dreamy and a bit odd, but an incredible artist who creates amazing magical paintings and sculptures. A bit naïve because he mostly lives inside his own head, and gets made fun of a lot by other students. Tom originally gets into a relationship with him because he thinks he can manipulate Ptolemus into helping him in his schemes, but he winds up actually falling in love with him, and Ptolemus slowly helps him overcome his anger and the darkness inside him. Basically this guy is Luna about fifty years in the future, and a bit of a manic pixie dream boy, but we love him anyway.

Sera Malfoy; pureblood, Slytherin, Orion Black ship. Everything you would expect a Malfoy to be - cold, cruel, and arrogant - but never to be made the heir to anything because she’s a woman, which she loathes. Plenty of people at Hogwarts desire her for her beauty, but she never deems anyone good enough for her. Has an on-and-off affair with Orion while he’s already betrothed to Walburga, which is super toxic and messy since Sera is mainly using him to try and get him to drop Walburga so she can be head of the Black household and Orion just wants to have the victory of sleeping with the girl everyone at Hogwarts wants. They actually wind up developing a sort of twisted connection, but break their affair off once Orion and Walburga officially get engaged. Eventually killed by Walburga after she finds out that Sera and Orion slept together one more time after they were already married and Sirius and Regulus were kids. After he moves back into his childhood home, Sirius finds a letter his father wrote to Sera but never sent, and a wrought-iron rose with a snake wrapped around the stem that she gifted him.

MARAUDERS ERA —

Orla Byrne; half-blood, Hufflepuff, Mary Macdonald ship. Daughter of a single mother who doesn’t find out her father was a wizard until she gets her Hogwarts letter, so she knows basically nothing about the wizarding world. Bonds with Mary over being Scottish witches trying to figure out this new world together, which eventually leads to them becoming cute girlfriends. Super sassy for a Hufflepuff and prone to using a lot of curse words. Also becomes besties with Mary’s band of other Gryffindor girls, but also becomes pretty tight with the Marauders, which annoys Lily before she starts returning James’s feelings.

Evelyn “Evie” Prewitt; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Narcissa Black ship. Middle child of that era’s Prewitts - Molly’s older sister and younger than the twins. Almost sorted into Slytherin and definitely showcases it - very ambitious and wants to be a politician. Meets Narcissa after they get paired together for a Charms project and start something of a more-than-friends thing, but they break it off after they graduate and Narcissa marries Lucius even though they genuinely love each other. Evie becomes a high-ranking politician in the Ministry of Magic eventually and never marries anyone else, and they wind up reconnecting and getting back together after Harry defeats Voldemort and Narcissa divorces Lucius when he goes to prison.

Nina Grey; half-blood, Hufflepuff, poly James + Lily ship. Daughter of a pureblood mother and Muggleborn wizard father, has been in ballet classes since she was really little, wanted to be a prima ballerina before she got her Hogwarts letter. Still regularly uses the Room of Requirement as a dance studio to practice her dancing, which is how she meets James when the Marauders run into the Room trying to get away from Filch after pulling a prank. Meets Lily after she sees James and Nina talking and approaches her to tell her to stay away from him, and they become friends, only for James to realize that he’s falling for Nina as well as Lily. Nina has already developed feelings for James and gains them for Lily as well the longer they’re friends, and Lily winds up realizing that she loves Nina about the same time she starts to return James’s feelings, so it’s kind of a whole mess, but they do all end up together in the end. Nina’s a total sweetheart who loves tea and reading and always wears ballet flats - basically she’s very soft-girl core and I love her.

Zachary Alonso; Muggleborn, Gryffindor, Remus ship. Son of Mexican-American Muggles/No-Majs who moved to the UK shortly after his tenth birthday, so he gets his Hogwarts letter instead of going to Ilvermorny. A bit of an outcast in his own dorm room for his first few years at Hogwarts since the Marauders are so close, but becomes friends with them in fourth year after he helps them pull off a prank. Becomes a lynx Animagus with the rest of the crew and gains the nickname Sharptooth. Only gets together with Remus towards the end of seventh year, but they’re a very sweet couple. Kind of a stereotypical Gryffindor - never backs down from a challenge, always wants to protect people, and would do very nearly anything for the people he cares about.

Clarissa Yeng; half-blood, Slytherin, Marlene McKinnon ship. Daughter of a wealthy wizarding family who are just outside of the Scared Twenty-Eight and who have sort of fallen from grace after her father married a Muggleborn witch. Determined to restore her family’s reputation, so she acts like a prime pureblood Slytherin, cold and ruthless and proud. Develops something of a rivalry with Marlene over outdoing each other in the Gryffindor-Slytherin shared classes that eventually turns to secret makeout sessions and, later, genuine romance. Naturally brutally honest and not very expressive, but also really touch-starved and craves genuine love and genuinely tries to be a better person once she and Marlene get together.

GOLDEN TRIO ERA —

Mariela Gomez; Muggleborn, (former) Thunderbird, poly Sirius + Remus ship. Transplant from America who becomes the new Muggle Studies professor in the Trio’s third year and winds up becoming very close to Remus. Winds up following him to the Shrieking Shack to help free Sirius and is kind of hurt upon seeing them interacting and realizing that they’re still in love because she was sort of developing feelings for Remus, but keeps in touch with him after he leaves Hogwarts and helps Sirius while he’s hiding out in his cave, and realizes she has feelings for both of them. Joins the Order once it gets back together and has a whole proper confession with her two boys right before the Battle of Hogwarts, and they officially get together after (because of course Sirius and Remus live, what do you take me for?). Incredibly caring and would do anything to protect her students, but also has no tolerance for people who are assholes to her or anyone else about being a Muggleborn - she winds up taking a lot of points off of Slytherin and makes an enemy of Snape because of it.

Lunella “Luna” Warbeck; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Marcus Flint ship. Daughter of the famous witch singer Celestina Warbeck, and is the exact opposite of her mother, very quiet and withdrawn. A very talented singer, however, and writes her own songs which are all really lovely. Meets Flint because she likes to sit in the Quidditch stands to write and winds up accidentally sitting in on a whole Slytherin team practice before anyone notices her. Gets accused of spying for Ravenclaw, which of course she isn’t, but Flint still invites her to the next practice as a way to show off and stick it to Ravenclaw, and then keeps inviting her and interacting with her until they eventually develop feelings. She winds up making him a better person and stopping him from joining the new Death Eaters after Hogwarts, and they actually get to have a happy ending together.

Hecate Lovegood; pureblood, Gryffindor, Fred ship. Luna’s older sister, but instead of getting bullied, goes mostly ignored by Hogwarts’s population. Autistic and only semi-verbal, so she rarely talks, and has a talent for creating enchanted jewelry. Makes friends with the twins after she lies to help get them out of trouble for a prank and abruptly becomes kind of a popular by osmosis, with a bunch of people wanting to buy her jewelry. Stays at Hogwarts after the twins drop out, but when they open Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes they offer her a whole section to sell her jewelry. She and Fred officially get together after the Battle of Hogwarts (because he lives, of course). Very much like Luna in terms of personality, but also a bit more snarky than her when someone’s being a bellend.

Zain Ahmad; half-blood, Hufflepuff, Oliver Wood ship. Hufflepuff Quidditch captain who has been Quidditch rivals with Oliver since they both started playing. Possibly the grumpiest and most sarcastic person to ever get into Hufflepuff, but still an amazing captain who’s loved by all of their players. Has the classic rivals-to-lovers thing with Oliver, but retires from Quidditch after they graduate and takes a job at the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Kind of an asshole with a heart of gold, doesn’t really show they care but always goes out of their way to do quietly nice things for people and would die for those they care about.

Nova Brackley; Muggleborn, Slytherin, Draco ship. A total outcast in Slytherin by virtue of being Muggleborn, but doesn’t really give a shit and can very often be seen flipping off their housemates. Incredibly talented at healing magic and sort of becomes Madam Pomfrey’s apprentice starting third year, and first meets Draco when they’re healing up his broken rib from a Quidditch game. The two of them bicker a lot because Draco feels like he has to be mean to them to keep up his reputation and Nova is not willing to take any of his shit, but they actually wind up falling in love eventually. They break up briefly after Nova can’t stop Draco from following his family into the Death Eaters (some of Draco’s angst in the sixth movie also comes from missing them), but they reconnect after the Battle of Hogwarts and eventually get back together, and Nova becomes a Healer at St. Mungo’s. Nova is basically Rosa Diaz incarnate, stone-faced and tough and not giving a shit what people think of them, but they’re also pretty funny and sweet once you actually get to know them, and they’re incredibly loyal.

Godric Marshe; pureblood, Gryffindor, Cedric ship. Named after Godric Gryffindor, of course, but very definitely doesn’t live up to his name because he basically has Neville’s relationship with magic, except his never gets better. Kind of an outcast and gets bullied a lot, and when Cedric approaches him after he’s been crushing on him for years, Godric definitely thinks it’s either a cruel joke or just the Hogwarts golden boy taking pity on him and trying to do the right thing. Rejects Cedric’s attempts at friendship for the longest time, but eventually they genuinely become friends and boyfriends later. Very quiet and insecure due to his lack of magic, but an amazing writer who slowly comes out of his shell thanks to Cedric and eventually becomes a novelist.

Allegra Pennyworthy; pureblood, Slytherin, Neville ship. Daughter of the Sacred Twenty-Eight but supports Muggleborns and doesn’t give a shit about doing what her family wants, and is something of an outcast from Slytherin because of it. Offers to help Neville in Potions since it’s her best subject, and falls him love with him through that. Eventually becomes Hogwarts’s new Potions professor when Neville takes over Herbology. A total badass, fierce and protective and cunning and never afraid to speak her mind; Neville both adores her her and fears her a little bit, and he’s basically the only person she lets herself be soft around.

Penelope Barker; Muggleborn, Gryffindor, Cho ship. A she/they partner for Cho because she deserved better. Technically Muggleborn, but was adopted by a wizard couple when she was a baby so they’ve always been familiar with the wizarding world. Much more focused on playing Quidditch than on academics, but is still best friends with Hermione and generally relies on her tutoring to pass her classes. Falls in love with Cho pretty much the very first time they see her on the Quidditch pitch, and spends years pining over her until they get to talking at the Yule Ball (Cho went by herself instead of with Cedric), and follows her into Dumbledore’s Army the next year until eventually they kiss after a meeting. Becomes a professional Quidditch player after Hogwarts, on the same team Ginny leads. Incredibly sweet but also super awkward and clumsy off of the Quidditch pitch, regularly tripping over her tongue and her own feet. Becomes a godparent to Hermione and Ron’s kids.

Aaaaand that’s all, folks! Holy shit, this is a lot (😅). As I said, not all of these babies are gonna get official intro posts or anything like that, but you’re always free to ask me whatever you want about any of them!! <3

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 12

Third POV

Another week has passed. Things have been quite quiet lately, and nothing to major in Eboni's life taking place. The therapy sessions are still in full swing, much to the teen's dismay. The bright side is Tiffany is finally leaving town to join her husband, Daniel, for work.

However, Eboni had to promise not to skip her sessions unless informing Tiffany beforehand if she couldn't attend. The reasons also had to be reasonable in the eyes of her foster mother. Eboni didn't like that sort of attention. She still didn't trust Tiffany. Something within her is preventing her from doing so.

Maybe it's the fact that the teen only has two people she'll ever consider her parents. Even after so many years since their studden passing, they still hold a special place in Eboni's heart. So much so that it leaves no room for any possible parenteral figures.

Eboni is currently waiting for the final bell to ring, signaling for the weekend. Luckily, the office that holds her sessions is closed on Fridays and throughout the weekend. It gives the teen some time to finally catch up on her 'me' time. Once the bell rings, all the teenagers storm out of the classroom, Eboni staying behind for a bit- waiting for the halls to clear out some.

Taylor walks into the room, waving at Eboni- Iris, coming in a few minutes later. The three have grown close after bonding over their near death experiences with the serial killers. Eboni has come to enjoy their company, laughing together and discovering new things about the other. She's come to realize she has many things in common with these girls.

Although the teen notices the secretive air that still looms around the two, she doesn't mind. It's understandable, considering Eboni is the new one within the friend group. Besides, she has secrets of her own - her biggest being Jeff.

The teen hasn't heard anything from the killer, nor has she felt watched. The closest hearing from him would be the news channel explaining its new homicides of the week. With each passing day, that feeling of longing for him grows more and more.

"Any plans today?" Taylor asked after blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.

"Not really. Might stop by the skate park. I road here on my rollerblades, So." Eboni answers with a shrug, standing from her desk.

"Damn girl! Ya know how to blade?" Taylor smiles, her rich country accent coming through.

Eboni places her bag over her shoulder before nodding her head. "Yeah. Do you?"

"Nah, only once in a while. Iris, though, is the shit! She's the one who taught me." She grins, nudging the shy gothic teen.

"I-I'm not that great. My big sister taught me when we were really young. I just m-made it more of a habit than she did.." Iris smiles softly, twiddling her fingers.

"Oh ya, right! I forgot. Let's stop by ya place ta' grab our shakes. Fuckin' hope Luna is there!" Taylor said, full of excitement.

"Luna?" Eboni questions while the three make their way through the empty halls and out the front door, her skates hand.

"My older sister." Iris said, smiling kindly.

"Yeah man she's fuckin' awesome!" Taylor exclaims.

"Mhm..." Eboni hums, placing on her rollerblades and helmet. "Lead the way."

"Iris house not that far. She lives a few blocks down." Taylor explains, walking along the sidewalk with Iris right next to her.

Eboni stayed a few feet behind, glancing around her surroundings so she'll remember her way to Iris home. The teen envys Iris. She wished she had a sibling. Eboni was never told why her parents didn't have more. She faintly remembers her parents always calling her their 'miracle child'. Thinking back, her mother probably couldn't conceive any more babies. Eboni's parents only showed happiness, love, and joy around her, so she couldn't pinpoint when they've found this out.

The three arrived at Iris home, the gothic girl unlocking the door with her keys. "Luna, I'm home! A-And brought a new friend over!" She said happily, taking Eboni's hand, leading her to the kitchen.

When in the kitchen, Luna turns away from the stove - smiling kindly at the three of us. "Hi, you guys! I'm glad you made it back....."

A pause, then a sudden eerie chill in the air the moment Eboni and Luna locked eyes. Eboni could feel it, her eyes staring straight into her soul. So unnerving, so annoying. The teen clenches her jaw, never breaking eye contact.

Iris watches wearily. Taylor, however, looks excited, knowing excatly what's taking place. She pats Iris shoulder to help soothe her. It's been a while since she witnessed her big sister in a deep trance.

After the long stare off, Luna breaks out of her trance- smiling nervously at Eboni. "Would you like to spend the night?"

Taken aback yet still uneasied, she answers sharply through her mask, "What?"

Taylor laughs, walking towards Luna, and takes her into a bear hug. "Ya vision thingy kicked in, huh?"

"The fuck is going-"

"M-My sister... she's always been rather special. She's able to see into a person's soul. Luna can see where a soul stands with light or darkness, its past and warning events of the future to come." Iris explained, hoping it would calm Eboni's growing uneasiness and frustration.

Eboni froze, turning to stare at Luna in horror. Could this mean she saw....everything? Everything she's been trying to hide, trying to keep from her new friends? This woman found out about her obsessions? Her desires? That day with Jeff....just from looking into her eyes?

"No...fucking way." Eboni thought to herself, slowly trying to back out of the kitchen.

"Wait! I'm sorry. It's....something I can't really control. I won't speak nor tell anyone what I saw. I promise Eboni." Luna said, her tone calm.

"Y-Yeah...alright, whatever. Are you guys gonna get your skates or what?" Eboni grumbles, trying to rush them.

"Be back in a bit! Come on, Iris -" Taylor said, dragging her away up the stairs.

Eboni was left with Luna, who still wouldn't stop looking at her. "Fucking- what is it!?" She snapped.

"Eboni....Listen carefully. I know your nature in how you may respond, but please stay here for the night. If you leave now, your life will never be the same. It will become much worse than you believe. You're playing with fire, which will end with you getting burned to ashes, so pl-"

The teen begins to laugh, pulling down her mask- Luna seeming unbothered by her scars. "I don't know what you're on, but I'm not staying here. I can protect myself."

"No, Eboni, you aren't listen! You'll turn into one -"

Luna was interrupted by Taylor and Iris, returning with their skates and helmets. "Let's roll!" Taylor cheers once the two put everything on.

Eboni moves towards the door, turning around to glance at Luna. She snorts at the look of worry in her eyes. Pulling up her mask, she spoke, "Nice meeting you- witch."

Her friends didn't hear since they were already outside. Luna was left stunned at the fact that Eboni was able to figure it out. The signs were obvious to her. Luna's strange ability, the odd decor around the house, the smell of burning sage, and of course, that weird smell coming from the huge pot she was standing over. All signs point to witch. At this point, nothing really surprises Eboni in what's real and what's not.

The three didn't spend much time at the skating park because of the unwanted attention they were getting from local boys. After punching a few assholes in the nose, the three skates over to a local cafe. They chat among themselves, eating large slices of cake and juice.

After that, they went shopping at a few stores, Taylor doing most of the shopping since both Iris and Eboni prefer shopping alone - for personal reasons, neither voiced to the other. Once the sky become shades of pink and purple, the three go their separate ways- wanting to get home before dark.

Eboni unlocks her front door, locking it behind herself. She takes her rollerblades and helmet off, making her way up the stairs to her room. The teen tenses, confused as to why her bedroom door is open with her light on. Her door was locked from the outside before she left for school. Slowly walking down the hall, she reaches into her sweatpants pocket, grabbing her knife.

Luna was right. She should've stayed over. Eboni can indeed protect herself, but if tonight's events are supposed to drastically shift her life for the worse- then she understood the fear she saw in Luna's eyes before leaving. However, what Eboni saw caused more humiliation than fear.

There stood Jeff, his white hoodie coated in fresh blood, his black locks wild, and his ruby eyes wide and crazed as before. He turns his attention from the paper in his hands to Eboni.

Stretching his signature smile with a grin, he speaks, "Been awhile, huh princess?"

[dyanosourrawr]

-New Student- (platonic) Luna Lovegood x Reader

Warnings: None

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes

Enjoy:)

Luna Lovegood skipped through the Hogwarts halls when she saw her Gryffindor friends Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Hello Harry, Hermione and Ron." She said cheerfully. "Hi Luna!" Said Harry. "What are you chatting about?" Questioned Luna curiously. "Haven't you heard?" Hermione exclaimed. "There is a new student in Ravenclaw." Ron said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Ravenclaw? Thats interesting!" Said Luna excitedly. Just as Luna was about to ask the student's name she was interrupted when professor McGonnagall called Luna's name. "Yes professor?" "I need you to show our new student around the school. She is waiting in my office." Mrs. Mcgonnagall said. "Of course Mrs. Mcgonnagall. Bye Harry, Hermione and Ron!" She said. "Bye Luna!" they all said in unison. Luna skipped away even more excited now that she gets to meet a new Ravenclaw student and a potential new friend. As she got to the professors office she knocked on the door and when she heard a soft voice say "come in" she slowly opened the door and walked over to the sweet looking new student. "Hello, I'm Luna Lovegood!" Said Luna. "Hi. I'm Reader. It's nice to meet you Luna!" Luna already liked this Reader and was happy Mcgonnagall chose her to show Reader around. "So shall we get started?" Luna asked. "Okay." Said Reader. they started the tour and they learned things about one another. "I love pudding and magical creatures!" Luna said. "Wow me too! I love pudding so much!" Luna smiled at how much she enjoyed talking to Reader. "Reader?" "Yes Luna?" "Is it alright if we become official friends?" Reader got really excited about the question. "Yes! Of course Luna! I'm so happy I'm your friend. You are so interesting." Luna was very happy about the comment on how interesting she is. She never thought she was that interesting because whenever she talks to people about things she loves, they don't pay any attention. They walked out to the courtyard and Luna was planning on showing Reader her favorite spot. As they approached the forbidden forest Reader asked what the forest was called. "The forbidden forest. I love coming here to read and feed the creatures." Luna answered. "What do you like to read?" Reader curiously asked. "I enjoy the Quibbler and sometimes I read about magical creatures. We should be heading back now It's getting a bit late." "Alright!" Reader agreed. They started heading back to the school and the Ravenclaw common room. "You will stay in my dorm for the rest of the year and I could help you unpack and decorate!" Luna joyfully said. "Yay!" Said Reader. And after that day, they study, read, eat pudding, take walks in the forest and learn more about each other everyday. They are truly best friends, forever and always.

I hope you enjoyed the story!! Thank you bruysblog for requesting this story!!! I loved your idea and I really enjoyed writing this:) Love you all!!!

[bloodcoveredgf]

heyy luna!! i'm sorry if you've already answered an ask like this but you are my horror movie mutual and i need a bit of guidance. my whole life i was convinced i was never really a Movie Person but up until this year i realized i actually rlly like movies, i was just watching the wrong ones if that makes sense.. anyway i really REALLY want to watch more horror movies, especially those from the 80s and 90s but i'm a little overwhelmed i guess? and i was wondering if you can recommend some essential horror films to watch for someone who's fairly new to the genre like me? or even just some personal faves of yours that are your go-to horror recs. i know that's kind of a broad request so if it helps, the horror movies i've seen so far and enjoyed are the lost boys, carrie (the one from the 70s), ginger snaps 1 & 2, blair witch project, and jennifer's body. sorry again if you've already answered something similar to this i appreciate your help a lot. much love <3

omg of COURSE i am more than happy to help!! im so sorry im getting to this ask late but im here with some recs ^_^ and its totally real to get overwhelmed there are soooo many movies i wont overwhelm you with too many options but i think maybe a few of these would fit your tastes and be fun but also are essentials so worth watching in my opinion!! and i think good for beginners new to horror too! :)

an american werewolf in london (1981), near dark (1987), the hitcher (1986), the craft (1996), the return of the living dead (1985), may (2002), return of the living dead III (1993), the thing (1982), scream (1996), candyman (1992), ringu (1998) <3

much love back to you im so glad you asked me and hope you enjoy & have so much fun on your horror journey and find a lot of movies you like ^_^ <3 you can always ask for more recs and ask any questions too i <3 discussing horror and <3 my mutuals :]

[sitp-recs]

hi friend! you have the best recs so I wanted to reach out. I feel like this is both a pretty simple request yet somehow also uber specific?? if it's too specific that's totally OK and you can disregard. I'm just having trouble sifting thru matches on AO3 and trust your judgment!

in major need of T-rated (or not-super-smutty M) fics between 5-50k, preferably ones set while the characters are in their 20s (early, mid, and late 20s all work) with plenty of fluff/nothing too heavy emotionally.

anything you can offer would be so appreciated!!

Hi there! This was a bit challenging because I’m more familiar with angst than fluff 😅 I hope these work for you! They’re all T-rated, except for Astolat’s:

The Interest Here by disapparater (9k)

Draco has his own morning show on the wireless, which he loves; an ambitious assistant, whom he needs; and days in The Tea Shop, where he relaxes. He also has a new caller on the show, whom he finds bloody annoying.

honey milk tea by @softlystarstruck (14k)

When Draco runs into Harry at his favorite boba tea shop and gets so flustered he orders the exact same thing, he has no idea how quickly his life is going to change.

Espresso Patronum by @tasteofshapes (15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Heartlines by @sorrybutblog (22k)

Just as Draco Malfoy's life seems to be getting back on track, the magic at Malfoy Manor is spinning out of control. Auror partners Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson are assigned to the case and quickly find that nothing about the situation is obvious.

House Proud by astolat (M, 23k)

His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

Safe As Houses by @xanthippe74 (24k)

After five years abroad, Harry’s thrilled to be home and working at the most prestigious ward-building firm in Britain. But everything gets turned upside down when he's assigned to work for Draco Malfoy—who somehow grew up to be just the sort of sexy bastard Harry goes for.

Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton (26k)

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Choosing to lead it in Muggle Brixton comes with its own set of challenges, including Malfoys in the biscuit aisle.

Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout (29k)

Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works.

Little Red Courgette by @blamebrampton (31k)

When this season's purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

Follow the Water by xanthippe74 (38k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.

I'll Floo Home for Christmas by jadepresley (39k)

The Ministry Christmas party is the biggest event of the year and Harry absolutely does not want to plan it, and he certainly, one hundred percent, does not have a crush on Draco Malfoy.

Witch Weekly's Most Eligible by @gallifrey1sburning (54k)

The first few times, it was kind of funny. After a while, however, it started to get a bit depressing. By the tenth time Harry won Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor award, it was downright humiliating. But even that wouldn’t have been enough to get him to agree to Pansy Parkinson’s scheme to put him on a wizarding dating show—at least, not without the additions of a tearfully earnest Molly Weasley and one too many glasses of champagne.

[butterflyintochains]

Post Suzuka Surprises

Max has re-asserted himself as the top lion on the grid, quelling any concerns after the fiasco in Melbourne. To add to his victory, there's some great news for the grid's alpha couple once he returns home for the week between Japan and China.

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It's stupid, really, it is stupid. Juliette is just fine, there's nothing wrong with her, just some dizziness and nausea, that's all. So, it's stupid that Stefanie sent her home from work when there's nothing wrong with her. Sure, she's feeling dizzy and sick sometimes, it's no big deal, people get ill all the time, especially around this time of year. She gets home from work, and dumps her bag on her armchair. Max should be in the air right now, fresh from his win in Japan, for a short while at home before China and Miami. He'll be home soon enough, Juliette toes her shoes off, and hangs her blazer up. She decides on a whim to check her period tracking app, she was due for one this week, but it never came. So, she grabs her bag again, and puts her shoes back on, and goes down to the pharmacy. She quickly grabs a test, just to be sure she's ticked all the boxes.

Once back home for real, she goes to the bathroom to take it. Equal parts scared and hopeful. Scared in case she's not and she'd be getting their hopes up of starting their family. Hopeful to be giving the only man she's ever loved a baby. And, she also thinks how funny it would be if those late nights between Jeddah and Melbourne actually yielded something. She's wanted this for so long, had so many dreams about this, and it's in touching distance. Her phone timer dings, and she takes her eyes off of the butterfly painting hanging on the bathroom wall. She picks the stick up in quivering fingers, and reads the tiny screen.

Pregnant. Four Weeks.

She's pregnant, four weeks along, she's actually having their baby. Her happy sobs must attract the cats and Luna. All three of their pets look concerned, especially her beloved cavachon. ''I'm okay, little ones, I'm just pregnant.'' That word seems so foreign to her, she's pregnant. She's going to be a maman, and Max is going to be a papa. He gets in tomorrow morning with the trophy, so, she's going to surprise him. She finds an empty bracelet box that's long enough in her desk drawer, and puts the test inside it. She grabs some ribbon from her collection, and ties it all up with a purple and orange bow. The box goes in her nightstand for tomorrow.

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Juliette is up early the next morning, and is in the bathroom throwing up last night's dinner, looks like the baby doesn't like something she put in her stir fry, she might need to ask Zhou about the recipe he gave her. She washes up for the day, and gets dressed. She opts for some toast and jam with fresh fruit and tea for breakfast. A pit of nerves in her chest, she's certain Max will be a wonderful papa, but is he ready for that now? Is this a bad time? She places the box on the coffee table, and waits for her husband to get home. Max pulls into the garage, and comes in with the trophy. He's practically glowing with joy at winning the race, if a bit tired. ''Welcome home, amour.''

Max pulls her in for a searing kiss, those never get old, post victory kisses. ''Good to be back, even for just a little while, schatje.'' He holds up the new trophy. ''Like it?''

Juliette smiles, and nods. ''It's impressive, I still prefer the one from last year that lit up. I caught the highlights in bed on sunday morning.'' She says, taking Max's hand. ''That reminds me, come and sit, I have something for you.''

They sit on the couch together, Juliette hands Max the box. He furrows his brows, but opens it. His blue eyes light up, his jaw drops as he takes the test out of the box. ''Julia, is this real? Are you... are we? You're... you're pregnant?''

Juliette nods, drying her eyes, stupid hormones acting up already. ''Yes, Max, I'm pregnant, we're going to be the Verstappens in the winter.'' Max pulls her into his arms, and kisses her everywhere accessible. Twins would be nice, she muses, a little boy with blond hair and hazel eyes, and a little girl with brown hair and blue eyes. ''I love you, Juliette.'' Max says, placing a hand on her still flat belly. Hers joins his. ''I love you, Max.''

Max turns on 'concerned husband mode' as she calls it, and asks her. ''Is there anything you need me to do for you? Anything from the shops you want? How are you feeling?'' Juliette laughs, their hands still layered on her belly. ''Max, calm down first. I'm alright, all I need from you is yourself for a little bit.''

Max kisses her again, reclining them both on the couch. ''Well, there's plenty of that for you, schatje, and you alone.''

The day is spent in a nice sleepy fog, travel and emotion finally catching up with the young couple, eight months to go until there's four of them. Juliette is certain she's giving her husband twins.

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A couple of days later, they've told Victoria, who is expecting her own baby still, their niece. Tom, Lio, and Luka are already so excited, as is Victoria herself. Sophie has also been told, and burst into tears at the news of more additions to the family. Today, they're going over to Juliette's maman for lunch with the Leclerc side of the family. They park up at her maman's house, Max asks. ''Should we tell my dad yet?''

Juliette sighs, this has been playing on her mind since Singapore last year. ''When he's willing to apologize for how he's treated you, otherwise, not yet.''

Max nods, and says. ''Fair enough.'' They head inside. Pascale embraces her only daughter and her son-in-law. Greeting them both in french. ''Come through, dears, we're eating outside today.'' She leads them through to the back garden. Lorenzo and Charlotte are setting the table. ''Julia, Max!'' Charlotte comes to hug them, kissing their cheeks. Max says, still holding Juliette's hand. ''Good to see you too, Charlotte.''

Lorenzo asks his little sister. ''Are you going to Shanghai Julia?'' Juliette sits down at the table, suddenly feeling dizzy. ''No, I'm meeting the grid in Miami, I don't think I could handle going to China right now.''

Lorenzo asks, furrowing his brows. ''Oh? Why not?'' Max hints, but doesn't say it yet. ''You'll find out when the rest are here.'' Charles and Alexandra arrive, Charles asking. ''We'll find what out?''

Juliette says, moving a plate of deli ham to the other end of the table, feeling her stomach acting up again. ''Wait until Arthur's here.'' Arthur and Carla arrive with some ice cream. Lunch gets going, it hits Juliette, she's the only woman in her family who will be giving her children a different surname. Pascale asks her daughter. ''So, papillon, what was the news you wanted to share with us?''

Juliette and Max share a look together, almost asking each other who should tell everyone, Max kisses her forehead and says. ''You tell them, I told my side.''

Juliette nods, taking a deep breath. ''Okay, so. Max and I are expecting, I'm pregnant.''

Alexandra is ecstatic for her sister-in-law. ''Really? That's so great, right, Charlie?''

Charles wells up, his little sister and one of his dearest friends are finally, the loves of each other's lives, are becoming parents. ''Felicitations, truly.''

Lorenzo claps Max on the shoulder, and says to him. ''You are going to be such great parents, I'm sure of it.'' Everyone rushes to congratulate them, such a vast contrast to just a few years ago, when they were having to hide their early relationship from her brothers. Now, they can be open and invite the uncles and aunts into this so much more easily.

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A few evenings later, to celebrate Max's three race wins so far, Juliette's business doubling profits from last year, and the pregnancy, it's date night. Max is decked out in an all black suit with a dark blue tie, his newly trimmed air styled to perfection, looking like the champion he is. Juliette dressed to the nines in a midnight blue evening gown, matching diamond bracelet, necklace, and earrings, her hair in an updo, and makeup perfect. Ready for dinner and some Swan Lake. They head out to the car, Juliette buckles up, and says. ''You know what's just occurred to me, Max?''

Max starts the car. ''What's that, schatje?'' They get driving to the restaurant, Juliette says. ''The lucky orange dress I made for Zandvoort in 2021 won't fit me this year, so I can't wear it.'' Max takes her hand, assuring her. ''You can always make a new one, love, and I'll still love that new one.''

They arrive at the restaurant, and are escorted to their table. The waiter says. ''Anything to drink, Mr and Mrs Verstappen?'' Max politely says. ''Just some pineapple juice, I'm driving and my wife can't drink right now.''

The waiter nods, understanding, and says. ''Very well, I'll be right back with your menus.'' They get their drinks, and order their meals. Steak, fries, and salad for Max. Fish, fries, and salad for Juliette. ''Thank you.'' Juliette says. They eat their dinner, Max says to his wife, who he is in awe of tonight. ''Wonder what us from Spain 2016 would be thinking right now, married and making a family.''

Juliette laughs, this isn't the first time he's brought this up, and it won't be the last. ''I think my sixteen year old self would think this was impossible. What about eighteen year old Max?'' Max smiles, sipping his drink. ''I don't think he'd say 'no' that's for sure.''

They order cheesecake for dessert with some tea. Max pays for dinner, and they get going to the ballet. ''I've never seen Swan Lake before.'' Max says as they take their seats.

Juliette says, holding his hand, trying to ignore the eyes on them both. ''I have, maman would take me to see the ballet while papa was away with the boys.''

The performance gets underway, the lights go off. The dancers are all so elegant, and playing their roles to perfection. The performance goes for over an hour, ending with Odette's emotional final dance after her battle against Odile. The crowd applauds the beautiful performance. As the couple go back to their car, Max says, eyes misty. ''Why did Odette have to die, though? She'd just gotten the prince!'' He opens Juliette's door for her.

Juliette laughs as she buckles up. ''I've wondered that myself, amour. It's just how Tchaikovsky wrote it, I suppose.''

Max joins her in the car, he hates death in any stories. ''It's not fair, though.''

Juliette carefully leans over to kiss his cheek. ''Wait until we see The Nutcracker, darling.'' Max gets them going home, and says to his wife. ''I don't think I'm ready for that if Swan Lake got me going.''

They get home, and get ready for bed. Juliette sneaks a glance at herself in the mirror now that she's in her nightdress. No real bump yet, but that's okay. She gets into bed with Max and their pets, and rests her head. ''Tonight was just lovely, schatje.'' Max presses a kiss to her lips. Juliette smiles, fatigue catching up to her. ''Yeah, I love having nights to ourselves, without the others tagging along.'' After some talking, they both fall asleep.

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A couple of days before Max leaves for China, they go to the hospital for Juliette's first doctor's appointment. She's five weeks along now, and still not showing much of anything. She's apparently in fantastic shape, everything is progressing as it should be. The scan is great, her blood work comes back clean. In all, Juliette Verstappen is given a clean bill of health, and told to keep taking her vitamins. After her appointment, they go for a walk along the sea front, it's a warm day, but there's a decent breeze coming in from the sea. They sit on a bench, and go over their handouts, telling Julia what she can and can't do, and informing them of how things are going to progress over the next thirty five weeks. ''It's all very complex, isn't it?'' Max says.

Juliette laughs. ''Says Mr Formula 1.'' Max laughs too, she's got him there, she says. ''At least we know things now, I'm just wondering when my clothes will stop fitting.''

Max reads a booklet. ''Says here that it'll be the second trimester, so, like, summer, I think? You'll need to stop flying late second or early third.''

Juliette checks the race calendar on her phone. ''Merde, that means no Monza or Baku. Zandvoort will be my last race.'' Max wraps an arm around his wife's shoulders, and kisses her temple. ''I'll make it count for you, I promise.''

Juliette says, emotional over this, stupid hormones. ''But, I could miss you winning the championship, Max! I haven't missed that yet, and now I will.''

Max assures her, kissing her forehead. ''We can cross that bridge when we get there, love. Like we always have.'' Juliette rests her head on his shoulder, still not entirely happy with the situation. ''Okay, still sucks, though.''

They sit on the bench, watching the boats, listening to the city passing them by for a while.

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Max's leaving day arrives, Juliette drives him down to the heliport so he can get to Nice for his flight. She's always wished Monaco had some kind of airport, but there's just not enough space. So, the heliport will have to suffice. They catch up with Charles. Juliette hugs both her brother and husband, her favourite people on earth. ''Both of you, race hard, do as well as you can, enjoy the weekend.'' She says to them both.

Charles kisses her cheek, and says. ''We will, promise, papillon. Take care of yourself while we're gone. Je t'aime.'' Juliette nods, and promises him. ''I will, je t'aime aussi, Charlie.''

Max pulls her close, and kisses her. ''Ik houd van je, liefje. And, I love our little family as well.'' He places a hand on her belly. Juliette says, smiling. ''Ik houd van je, lieverd. I'll see you in Miami.'' Her Dutch is a work in progress, but she has the best teacher possible.

They board their helicopter, Juliette watches them take off, and heads home. She'll see them in Miami. Juliette heads to work, ready to get back on with her work at Vita Luxuria. She gets in, and ditches her bag at her desk. Stefanie asks her. ''Are you feeling better, Julia?'' Juliette smiles, and says to her best friend. ''Yeah, yeah I am.''

Daphne asks, looking up from a project she is working on. ''What was the problem, Julia?''

Juliette happily announces to her friends. ''I'm pregnant.'' She's mobbed in hugs before they open up for business.

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That night, she dreams of their family. They're at the sea front, having a picnic. Luna is chasing the swans, Jimmy and Sassy are curled up taking in the sun. Max is plating up lunch, Juliette is drawing in her sketchbook. In two little carseats, are their two perfect babies. Their son and daughter.

Juliette wakes up from the dream, it's still dark out, so she rolls over and falls back to sleep. Thirty five weeks, so little time, but it feels like eternity.

[onipanda379]

New years fic asks!

How about 5 and/or 6?

new years fic asks! | @beck-a-leck

Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

Well, of course I want to work on my main on-going piece, Bound. I hope to have it finished by the end of the year. It's the only multi-chapter fic I have ever written so much for. Now that I'm in so deep, I really want to see it through to the end. I literally just posted a new chapter today, so I don't actually have a wip to share. So I'll just post a bit of the newest chapter. under the cut at the end of the post.

Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

I plan to finally start working on stories for my original world that i call "teraverse". With all original characters and not a part of a fandom. Maybe that will be a rough draft and pave the way to me actually publishing the stories for real as real books. I have this massive world I've been building and I really can't wait to start playing in it.

Chapter 61 of Bound.

Soleil had coaxed Ash to sleep in late with him and to let his worries return with the night.

Though it wasn’t that hard. Ash seemed to need a little bit of pampering. He even joined Soleil in a late lunch and even more cuddling on the couch with himself and the twins when Luna and Micah inevitably stopped by. It was a nice moment of normality they all needed. Plus, this was ultimately the safest place for Ash to be. There was little to no activity during the day, since most creatures a part of their world only moved during the night.

The kidnapping of Sunshine, Styxx’s letter, and the looming threat of Mardi Gras night hung over them like dark clouds and it made Ash moody and wound up, so it was nice to see him smile a little and be happy. Even if it was only for the day.

But eventually night fell and Ash had to go back to corralling the Dark-Hunters.

Soleil was helping, sort of.

He was taking his own path in patrolling instead of living on Ash’s skin. Though he was tempted. However, it seemed his choice of going solo was a good idea this night. Soleil found himself arriving at Jackson Square just in time to stand between Talon and Zarek. In one hand he gripped Talon’s jacket front tight, in his other hand, he had Zarek’s wrist.

Talon was breathing raggedly, visibly shaking from how angry he was. So completely out of character from what he knew of Talon. He was usually calm and collected, but it seemed being around Zarek was an easy to reach button to press for him. Soleil was going to have to fix that, even if it meant having to babysit one of them. However, his attention wasn’t on Talon.

It was on Zarek.

[ask-the-phan-site]

Phan Cam: A Heroic Dream Festival (Day 1) (Part 3)

Hey, hey, hey, everybody! It’s time for summer’s most loveliest sounds! Welcome to this year’s Dream Festival! This promises to be a special one as we’re doing it here at Avengers Campus in New York City! That’s right, Dream FES is making its American and international debut. Starting in Tokyo, Japan, now we’re doing overseas. To get us more in the scene, our reporter on the inside is backstage right now. Over to you, girl!

>Backstage.

That’s right, I’m here backstage of what promises to be the biggest Dream Festival yet. Not only will we have our usual Idol Units with new song just ready for you, but we’ve got all kinds of acts on the second day from locals to certain parts of the world. And let’s not forget that on the third day, we will have our usual competition to see which Unit will get a music deal and have a full album release ready in time for the Winter Holidays. Joining me here are some fellow reporters: Robbie Robertson and Robert Bauchamp.

Thank you. Arigato.

Merci. I wonder if they’ll do this next year on Luna or in Paris.

Reporter: So, what is your take on Dream FES being here in America?

Mr. Robertson: Well, it’ll be a little different. We’ve had something like this over Christmas, but to see it again here and knowing that this System will be uses in the U.S. will be promise to be something new and great.

Beauchamp: Maybe. But I can imagine some people may not be happy with the System.

Reporter: You mean, because it’s like a magical girl transformation.

Mr.  Robertson: You mean with the nudity?

Beauchamp: Pretty much. But I think there will be most people who will like it. But I guess we’ll find out tonight.

Reporter: It sure seems that way. And how do you feel about knowing that on the second day, some people other than the Idol Units will be able to use the System?

Mr. Robertson: Well, I wouldn’t be surprised that some people would love to try it out. They would feel more like actual Idols and magical boys and girls.

Beauchamp: My friends are performing on the second day and they paid to use the System. I think this will be the first time they’re doing something like this.

Reporter: I hope they’ll do great. Last one, what will you be writing about this in your respected media?

Beauchamp: Well, I write for a small tabloid in Luna, but I think they would read about it and might consider using the System there. But I think they would most likely prefer the next Dream Festival to be in Paris.

Mr. Robertson: Well, I might be able to write about this in the Daily Bugle... If my boss will find some room after bashing Spider-Man.

Reporter: (laughing a bit) No doubt about it. He sure has it out. Well, back to you on stage.

>Back on stage.

MC: Thanks, girl. Now, I have a special guest of my own. A real hero... At least I think he is... Are you really a hero?

Maybe. I’m sorta banned from Avengers Campus... But I had to make my Phansite debut while I can. No matter how late it’ll be posted.

MC: (confused) Come again?

Deadpool: Oops! Almost said something that I shouldn’t have. Well, better be off... I think those damn S.H.I.E.L.D. agents spotted me. See ya!

>As quickly as he came, Deadpool vanishes.

MC: (trying to make sense of what just happened) Okay... Moving on. It looks like we’re about to begin as Haruto Mikami comes on stage with his Unit, Sankishi. Mikami has just been made the new head of D-Four Productions after its former head retired. But despite this, Mikami will still perform with Sankishi. So ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the legendary Idol Unit to come all the way here from Japan. Sankishi!

>Everyone cheered as Sankishi comes on stage.

Haruto: Hello, New York!

Susa: Here we are! Dream FES in America!

Ichika: Time to show this nation the magic that we have in store.

Haruto: But don’t think we alone will do this. We have all of our fellow Idol Units to help you see your dreams come true. We have DearDream!

Thank you, New York and Avengers Campus, for having us!

Susa: We have KUROFUNE!

Let us set sail, New York, to the future!

Ichika: We have ACE!

Tonight, Avengers Campus, we’ll be your ace in the hole!

Haruto: We have In-Show-Ha!

Great ready, America! It’s showtime!

Susa: We have ANSwer!

Let’s show you all the answer you’ve been looking for!

Ichika: And we have SKUL5!

Our music will dash into your hearts and stick in your skulls!

Haruto: And let’s not forget that on the second day, which is actually the day after tomorrow as we will need time to rest and maybe check out the campus between shows, we will have an open mike to show us what you guys have to offer.

Susa: And on the final day, we will have our competition to see which of our Units, both old and new, will get a chance to have a music deal and release an album and CD just in time for the Holidays.

Ichika: Now, let us join together and make this the most memorable Dream Festival ever.

All:

Let’s make dreams a reality!

>The whole crowd cheers.

Haruto: Now let’s start off. I believe we three are first. So get ready as we start with our new song.

Susa: So let’s greet this show with the light of hope.

Ichika: And illuminate the darkness the plagues our lives.

Sankishi: For we will be your Sun Knights!

Dorika Time!

Catch Your Cheers!

Haruto: A fine time to ride.

Catch Your Cheers!

Susa: Let’s gallop to your side!

Catch Your Cheers!

Ichika: We’ll be your knights on white horses.

>Sankishi changes their clothes.

Riding Horse Series! Complete!

>With that, Sankishi begins their song, Sun Knights.

>Meanwhile, in the crowed, we notice a strange group approaching us...

Perfect. You came just in time.

Grizzly Bear: What up, Ren, Yusuke!

Chloe Park: Hey, you guys!

We’re so glad the seven of you could make it.

We would have arrived sooner, but we had to finish unpacking.

Weird. I don’t think I’ve seen guys like you in the dorm.

Or even in the adults’ dorm.

That goes triple for the girls’ side.

We’re not staying at the dorms. Griff has relatives in the Bronx. They’re in Asia for a few weeks, but they said we can crash at their place while they’re away.

All of you?

Panda: Not all of us. Me and my brothers are too big for Griff’s cousin’s place. But we already have some friends here in New York who are will to let us in. But where they’re staying is not place for a little girl, even if Chloe is already in college. So she’s staying with Tom and the others.

Chloe: He has a point. I’m not too keen on sleeping in sewage.

You better not let Tunnel Rat hear that. He likes exploring those sewers.

I wonder if we’ll see him again soon.

Violet: Vince said that he and the other Joes would be here before the festival ends. You’ll see him soon.

Why am I suddenly worried about you wondering when you’ll see that soldier?

Typical father behavior. You’re worried... because your daughter discovered boys.

>Tohor, through gritting teeth, resists the urge to punch Lucien in the face.

Everyone, these are our friends from San Francisco. Me and Yusuke met them while while we were there for the art show. First, we have the Bear Brothers: Grizzly, Panda, and Ice Bear.

Yay! It’s beary good to meet some fellow bears!

Ice Bear: Ice Bear’s never seen a bear like you before.

IMPROTANT NOTE: Due to circumstances beyond our control, this post has been cut off. We will try to post the rest of the story in another post. We apologize for the inconvenience.