#Ira Dracos

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Visiting the scene again with another finished project

And the 7th Marine for my custom chapter revival project.

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MASTERLIST

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mari x fred weasley/remus lupin anon x elijah mikaelson yas x regulus black/spencer reid anon x remus lupin anon x fred weasley kira x theodore nott ira x cedric diggory lils x sirius black anon x james potter anon x harry potter emi x cedric diggory mari x ron weasley liv x sirius black squeed x neville longbottom anon x luna lovegood anon x regulus black anon x remus lupin anon x james potter anon x remus lupin disha x draco malfoy pals x regulus black

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MATTHEO RIDDLE: exes to lovers with good graces by sabrina carpenter BARTY CROUCH JR: childhood friends to lovers with from the start by laufey HARRY POTTER: best friends to lovers with dress by taylor swift FRED WEASLEY: friends to lovers with begin again by taylor swift REGULUS BLACK: quidditch rivals to lovers with i don't know why i like you but i do by the wombats LORENZO BERKSHIRE: brother's best friend with talk talk by charlixcx MATTHEO RIDDLE: brother's best friend with sharpest tool by sabrina carpenter THEODORE NOTT: rivals to lovers with maroon by taylor swift

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REGULUS BLACK: #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute." MATTHEO RIDDLE: #20: "Who made you the boss of me?" "You did, the moment you looked at me like that." BARTY CROUCH JR: #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute." THEODORE NOTT: #29: "Are you flirting with me or just bored?" "Maybe I'm bored of you not flirting back." REMUS LUPIN: #73: "Are you flirting with me?" "Depends. Is it working?" HARRY POTTER: #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute." HARRY POTTER: #40: "You know, I could kiss you right now." "Then maybe you should stop talking and start doing." #42: "Are you okay?" "Only when you're around." #43: "You’re like my favorite person." "I better be the only person." JAMES POTTER: #48: "I’m not cute." "Sure, keep telling yourself that." JAMES POTTER: #9: "You can't just say things like that!" "Why? Because it makes you blush?" THEODORE NOTT: #10: "Don't leave." "You know I have to." "No, you choose to." #14: "Don't you dare cry." "No, you don’t get to tell me how to feel." THEODORE NOTT: #5: "Just stay with me a little longer… please?" "A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less." HARRY POTTER: #4: "If you don't stop apologizing, I swear I'll—" "You'll what?" "I'll kiss you, that's what."

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JAMES POTTER: baking MATTHEO RIDDLE: listening to music together out in a field/picnic SIRIUS BLACK: surfing in the ocean during winter

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THEODORE NOTT: enemies to lovers BARTY CROUCH JR: grumpy x sunshine

finally made it <33

[achangeinreality]

Hi it’s been a minute. I started writing this like 3 years ago and then forgot about it so I finished it the other day lol. I’m writing more but this is what I got so far. Hope y’all enjoy, I did a lot of research into the timeline of events so I hope it’s decent. Linda x OC

Encounters Part 1

Draco III 2545

Ira was terrible at this. War, survival, guns. And here she was crawling in the mud, covered in blood and burns, under the fallen ruins of Draco III. Ira wasn’t sure where she was going, but she needed to get as far away from the Kig-Yar and Unggoy as fast as possible. They had taken to savagely tearing apart the humans in this colony. And she had managed to get away. The thing was, she was a marine. A marine who had been sent to protect said colonists. This was her home world and within an hour of fighting, it should have been known that her team didn’t stand a chance. They had fought hard, but their efforts hadn't been enough. As far as Ira knew, she was the only survivor. If she ever made it back to safety, this would be a surprise to anyone who knew Ira. She was barely out of military school, graduating almost out of pure luck. Her aim was sharp but not quick enough. Ranged weapons were her saving grace but even then, she was terrible at staying calm and sometimes missed her shots out of nervousness. Hand to hand combat was the worst for her. She was relatively tall, 5’9, but too skinny and uncoordinated which often resulted in her defeat. So why had she joined the UNSC? Well-

“What in the hell,” she said. Down below, Ira saw flocks of Unggoy and Kig-Yar running and fighting. But from what? There seemed to be some sort of team fighting back but she was too far to tell. Ira had made it very far up the mountain so the movements below were barely noticeable. Shots could be heard that was for sure. It had to be UNSC, which was good news because her chances of getting off this godforsaken planet had just increased. Further ahead she even saw a Pelican. But before she could start heading in that direction, she heard a snarl and the sound of a plasma pistol missing her. Ira screamed and looked up to see a Kig-Yar about to fire his next shot. Ira had been lucky to be under the remains of buildings because it allowed her to roll and hide further. She had shouldered a BR55 Rifle, but at this angle and with all the debris around her it was impossible to try and equip it. The Kig-Yar kept shooting, and the shots were getting closer since they were starting to burn through the debris. But then-boom, the crack of a sniper rang clearer than before and the Jackal’s head was no more. Ira held her breath, not daring to move. She stayed put for about 2 minutes when she heard footsteps coming towards her. Ira looked up from her position to see a massive figure kneel to pull the debris off of her.

“I am Spartan-058 with the UNSC. Are you okay?”

The voice was feminine and level but mechanical. It had a calming effect on Ira, who’s heart beat was currently well above a normal range from her close encounter with death. But she was bewildered, a Spartan? Ira had heard of them, her teammates had mentioned… her teammates. Right, all dead.

“Just a bit burnt up and bloody, but otherwise yeah I’m okay,” Ira replied shakily. Ira had to crane her neck up to look at the Spartan’s faceplate, as she towered over her. Spartan-058 nodded and offered a hand. Ira took it and was gently pulled out of her hiding spot. “Thanks.. I. I’m Private Hagan.”

“You’re bleeding,” Spartan-058 said to her. And indeed, Ira craned her head sideways to see fresh blood seeping through the sleeve of her shoulder. Before Ira could reply, the soldier motioned her to sit down. It was three gashes on her upper arm, right below the shoulder armor. This had been from a jackal having grabbed her as she escaped the carnage but Ira had ripped free of its grasp after shooting it in the face. Ira was covered in caked, dry blood and dirt from head to toe so fresh blood stood out. She rolled up her sleeve as best as possible and Spartan-058 began to clean the wound and said, “The rest of your team was killed by the covenant but we managed to avenge them. That Pelican is going to get us out of here. Do you know any others that could have survived?”

“No. Everyone’s dead.”

Spartan-058 paused and stared at her for half a second, at least, her helmet did. Ira wasn’t sure what else to say. She wasn’t really sure what exactly had happened amidst all the shooting and chaos. And then there were the fucking grunts and jackals who had started tearing into her teammate’s flesh. Tearing them apart and ravaging them mercilessly.

“Although there were a lot of things I didn’t see. Well things I wish I hadn’t seen as well. But there’s a chance I missed if anyone else got away.”

“We’ll check the surrounding area then. I’m done bandaging your wound so I’ll let my team know to do a quick search before we leave. Let’s go.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ira replied quietly. It had felt like a slap to the face hearing of her team’s death. Despite having been there for it, hearing it from somebody else made it much more real. They stood up and Ira followed behind the Spartan as they began to search for others. The shock of almost dying and being saved had begun to clear away enough for Ira to assess her situation and savior. She had never seen a Spartan other than in some propaganda. There had even been talk that they weren’t even real, just a publicity stunt for morale. But during boot camp, she had overheard one of the new drill sergeants discussing his encounter with a Spartan on the field with another sergeant. To say she was impressed was an understatement. Spartan-058 was extremely tall, built as hell, and held that sniper with such ease you’d think it was weightless. She was curious to see the face beneath the goggled helmet. Overall, Ira did her best not to stare and stay focused on their objective.

“I have a contact about 15 meters ahead. Blood on her face, brown hair, and.. a name tag that says ‘Gutierrez’, sound familiar?”, asked S-058 while looking through her scope.

“Yes! She was in our squad!” Ira exclaimed. Sila Gutierrez had been one of the more experienced members of the team. She had been helpful and welcoming to Ira. It lightened Ira’s heart to know that someone else had made it out alive.

“Gutierrez, it’s me Ira, do you copy?”, Ira spoke into her team’s comm system.

“H-gn is- you?”, a static voice replied.

“Yes this is Hagan! I’m with a Spartan, she’s got eyes on you,” Ira explained excitedly. Before Sila could respond, S-058 stopped Ira with a hand on her shoulder and joined the conversation, “I see you but you’re not alone. There’s some covenant surrounding you. I will take out the ones closest to you to give you a chance to start running towards us. Be ready to shoot anyone that gets in your way. Private Hagan will be covering you as well. Any objections?”

Ira’s hands grew sweaty. She could do it; provide cover fire. It just made her nervous to possibly miss and hit her teammate. Or even worse, miss and let her teammate get killed by the enemy. But it was a solid, straightforward plan so she couldn’t exactly object to it without revealing how useless she was at her job. At least she had courage.

“No objections ma’am,” both Ira and Sila replied.

“On my first shot then,” S-058 said. She was laying down on her stomach and Ira was crouched next to her at the ready. Then there was a moment of silence.

Boom- cracked the rifle. At that, Ira could see Sila running and Covenant falling. S-058’s rifle kept cracking and Ira heard a few more shots being fired from Sila’s pistol. She looked through her Battle Rifle’s scope and began to shoot at a Jackal that was coming at Sila from her right side. This went on for a few minutes until Sila reached them. Despite being covered in several wounds and running with an obvious limp, Sila saluted S-058 and stood at attention.

“At ease, soldier. Do your wounds need immediate attention?” S-058 asked.

“My ankle’s been shot. The plasma bolt didn’t go through, it mainly grazed me but it still hurts pretty bad and I ran out of first aid supplies after tending to my stomach.” Sila lifted her shirt and jacket up a bit to reveal the lower half of her torso had been wrapped. “The bastards bit and clawed me good before I could get away,” she explained.

“Let me help, I still have supplies,” Ira offered as she pulled out her kit and got to work on Sila’s ankle. As she did this, S-058 updated her team on their situation and announced that they would be returning soon. It didn’t seem as if anyone from her team found anyone else but that wasn’t a surprise to Ira.

“It’s good to see you alive, Hagan. Didn’t expect that from a rookie but you made it through the bloodshed,” Sila told Ira.

“I didn’t exactly expect to make it out alive. I still can’t believe what those bastards did to our team,” Ira replied quietly. Sila didn’t respond, just hummed in response. As she finished up, S-058 announced, “We need to get going, the covenant is going to start glassing the planet in less than an hour. We need to get onto that Pelican as fast as possible.”

They got up and began to jog behind S-058. As they reached the downward slope of the mountain, Sila began to slow down. Ira helped her move down the mountain but she was too heavy for her. S-058 noticed and before Sila could object, she picked her up with one arm and slung her over her shoulder. Ira stared in awe as they started going down the mountain faster this time. It shouldn’t have surprised her with how easily Spartan-058 carried her S-99 rifle, but it shocked her to witness the pure display of strength. Sila, who was now facing Ira, since Ira was jogging behind S-058, looked up to meet Ira’s wide-eyed gaze. She smirked but said nothing, much to Ira’s relief. Though, Ira’s face still burned and she averted her gaze.

It was so quick and it came almost out of nowhere. Ira happened to be looking sideways when she caught a small movement in her peripheral vision. She turned to see a tall, glittering figure a few feet away from them. The only way she noticed was because Draco-III’s sun was now facing them which caused the figure to shine slightly.

“GET DOWN!” Ira yelled. She grabbed at Spartan-058’s armor and pushed downwards, covering Sila’s body as she did. Luckily, the Spartan had quick reflexes and she went down on her own accord almost immediately. But before they had time to turn and shoot or hide, the unmistakable sound of a plasma rifle went off and shot Ira square in the back. Spartan-058 pulled Ira against her front with her free arm as she quickly moved behind the closest rock. Ira breathed heavily. She could feel the plasma shot definitely having burned through her armor.

“HAGAN ARE YOU OKAY?” Sila yelled above the sounds of the plasma rifle still shooting in their direction. Spartan-058 let go of Sila, gently shifted Ira off of herself to the ground on her left and said, “Tend to her while I take care of this Elite.” And with that, Sila scrambled to Ira’s side as Spartan-058 shot back at the Elite a few times. She checked their entire surrounding area for more enemies before turning to Ira.

Sila had already filled the cavity in Ira’s back with Biofoam and a pain reliever. But Ira wasn’t sure she would make it off this planet at this rate. She was in pain, so much pain. And she could feel herself getting heavier and heavier. Blood thrumming in her ears, the sunlight feeling too bright for her eyes, and a terrible nausea stirring in her stomach.

“—said did you hear me? Private Hagan”, Spartan-058 tensely spoke as she grabbed Ira’s face to look up at her helmet.

“oh… hi,” Ira replied weakly. She hadn’t realized anyone had been speaking to her. In fact the only thing that she was acutely aware of was the dull, burning pain in her back and the fact that she was not so slowly dying.

“We’re going to get you off this planet Private, don’t let your mind wander. That was a hell of a thing you did, you saved our asses,” S-058 said as she moved to pick Ira up. ‘Oh, now it’s my turn to be hoisted like a sack of potatoes,’ Ira thought happily.

“If this wasn’t such a shitty situation I’d be making fun of you right now Hagan,” Sila said to Ira through a private channel on their comms. She was referring to the lazy grin on Ira’s face and the way she happily, albeit weakly, clung to Spartan-058’s torso like a koala. Ira groaned, both from the spikes of pain from them going down the mountain and from the embarrassment of her actions. Painkillers always made a bigger fool out of her than she could of herself on a daily basis. “Thank you for having our back Ira. I know we all gave you a lot of shit for being the newbie so when we get back, I’m buying you all the rounds you want,” she added; this time on the regular channel.

“How are you feeling?” S-058 inquired as they kept going down the mountain, almost nearing the bottom.

“Really bad,” Ira replied weakly. But it was comforting to feel the spartan’s strong arm holding her in place-

“… doing good, stay with us. We’re almost to the bottom,” she heard S-058 say back. ‘Wow I’m really high,’ thought Ira. Ira heard Sila snort loudly as she realized that she had said that out loud.

“Oh man I’m never gonna let you live this down Hagan,” Sila chuckled.

“Hey.. I’m injured.. stop that..,” Ira trailed, feeling the nausea swirl around her stomach as she vomited. For once in her life, luck was on her side as she had managed to prop herself up in time, avoiding throwing up down S-058’s back.

“Oh fuck-, it’s gonna be okay Ira, we’re almost there,” Sila said, a slight panic in her voice. This had to do with the fact that both blood and bile had come out of Ira’s mouth.

“Mm really sorry.. missed you at least,” Ira told S-058 in a trembling voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” S-58 replied, voice showing no sign of distress, speeding up now that they were on flat ground.

They were now close enough to see the rest of Blue Team boarding the Pelican. Five minutes later the trio was also getting onto the Pelican. They had made it. Although at this point, Ira was close to giving out. Spartan-058 handed her to a medic. She looked down at Ira, who had passed out by now and sighed.

“Linda you need to get harnessed in, we’re taking off,” John-117 said to her over TEAMCOMM. She nodded and obliged, leaning her helmeted head on the wall of the Pelican.

Ira woke up. She felt groggy and heavy, as though she were wearing a suit of rocks. Moving felt hard and her brain felt like it was lagging. More painkillers I see, she thought. Wait.. I’m.. alive? As her mind continued to wander, she felt a figure standing over her. It was a woman, a very tall woman with short, blood red hair and piercing green eyes. Pale as can be, scars littered across her face, and wearing Spartan armor.

“Welcome back. How do you feel?,” she asked, voice familiar albeit less mechanical.

Ira stared. She looked up in amazement once again. Her brain was too slow to be able to handle any interaction right now let alone with this woman. She grinned at the Spartan and before her brain could process her words she loudly replied with, “You’re really really pretty”.

The Spartan stared back at her blankly and uncomfortably. Linda heard Fred chortle behind her, followed by Kelly cackling. She could feel warmth blooming across her face and walked back to her seat, promptly putting on her helmet. Sila was staring in Ira’s direction with a horrified expression on her face. And Linda just knew that John was staring at her through his helmet.

“Looks like Linda’s got an admirer,” Kelly said over her external speakers, still laughing.

“I didn’t realize wooing young soldiers was in your skill repertoire Linda,” Fred added.

“One more word and I’m going to throw you out of this Pelican,” Linda threatened.

“Leave her alone guys, she’s got a date to plan for,” John added in the most monotone voice possible.

“You too?” Linda exclaimed, swiveling around to face him. John said nothing but shrugged nonchalantly

Fred, and Kelly snickered while Sila continued to stare at Ira in shock. For 4 hours they had been flying. It had been a dreadful mission and the seriousness of the situation had fallen heavy on them all. The sudden break in silence and humorous distraction had been welcome due to the dread that they all felt. Having watched their fellow humans being torn apart by the Covenant had been revolting. The Spartans’s blood had burned at witnessing such a cruel and barbaric massacre. Knowing they at least could avenge their fellow brethren made the grief easier to shoulder.

It took some time for Ira’s words to bounce from her ears to her brain and understand what had just happened. She lay there numbly, staring up at the pelican’s ceiling, eyes widening in horror.

“Oh… oh no…” she groaned groggily. Fred had the grace to offer some comfort, “It’s okay soldier, painkillers and all that medicine is hard on me too. I don’t always say what I mean.”

“Well I did mean it, I just didn’t mean to say it, sir.” Kelly wouldn’t stop giggling at the poor soldier’s misfortune and at Linda’s uncomfortable silence. Only until Linda’s leg kicked out in the direction of Kelly’s shin did John intervene.

“Kelly, stop antagonizing her. And Linda, control yourself. You’re Spartans, not schoolyard children so act like it.” John said sternly. “Yes, sir”, both women replied. Kelly’s shoulders slumped a bit as she leaned back in her seat. Nobody said anything for a long time. At least that’s what it felt like for Linda, who was still completely red and burning underneath her helmet. No one had ever given her a compliment based on her appearance, let alone a subordinate. It wasn’t something she sought out or thought about either, what with her profession and the war. But she did feel a deep sense of embarrassment for the poor soldier who was surely going to remember this moment for the rest of her life. However, considering the gravity of their current situation, Linda supposed this should really be the least of anyone’s worries.

To Ira’s misfortune, another god forsaken thought crossed her mind and was already on the way out the hatch when Sila stood up and covered Ira’s mouth.

“Stop it, stop talking,” Sila gritted through her teeth. Ira looked up at her in surprise and said nothing. They stayed looking at each other that way for a moment until Sila moved her hand away. Of all the deployments and missions, never had one been so devastating. Sila had lived on Draco III for most of her life and was proud to call herself a soldier when the time came to defend her home. She had been part of the military for a few years and was well on her way to leading her own team. When this conglomeration of alien races landed on her planet, reality of the situation fully dawned on her. They were being invaded by the Covenant and no amount of training could save them. Not after the Covenant obliterated the planet’s mechanical defenses and completely destroyed any fighting chance that the inhabitants and military force on Draco III had. She fought to protect her home and its civilians but failed in every single way. Only her and Ira survived, and now, only half the planet’s surface stayed intact. The other half had been mercilessly glassed, and here was Ira, this useless fool completely unaware of what happened to their planet flirting with a Spartan. It was infuriating that one could be so carefree and empty of grief in a situation like this. The least she could do was keep the woman quiet for the rest of the ride. If the circumstances were different, this would have been funny. If she hadn’t just watched her entire planet get ravaged by beasts for hours while fighting to detain the same fate befalling her, she would have cracked a smile. Sila couldn’t fault the Spartans for making light of the situation. After all, among the slaughter, she caught sight of their teams furiously hitting back with everything they had. Battle like nothing she could have imagined, raged before her as she witnessed alien after alien fall by their hands and guns. The felled Covenant couldn’t have received a more fitting reprisal to their actions by the Spartans now sitting before her. Everyone coped with grief and anger in their own way. And she suspected they had coped on the battlefield. Ultimately, murderous vengeance was an acceptable form of coping that Sila could get behind. And for that, she couldn’t be more grateful to them.

The rest of the ride was quiet and uneventful. The Spartans remained silent, Sila stayed in deep thought, and Ira had thankfully fallen back asleep. By the time they landed on a space station though, Ira was awake and much more coherent than before. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything to any of them though. When she had woken up for the second time, she thought about the battle that they had all just survived and remembered that everyone she grew up with was now dead. Her home was gone, her friends and family were gone, and now her dignity was as well. The complete and utter fear that gripped her at the thought of being deployed again swam around in her brain. There was absolutely no way that she would survive another fight. This had been pure, sheer, dumb luck. Ira was a coward through and through. She had followed orders and fought back, yes. But when everyone on her team was dead and she was the last one standing, she ran. Ira had seen the Grunts, Elites, and Jackals advance and tear through the lines of soldiers with their bare hands and murder every single one of them. This was not a fate that she could handle falling to. So she ran. Ira hid under the bodies of her teammates and crawled as quickly and quietly as she could in the opposite direction that the aliens were focused on. Then, when the coast was clear, she stood up and ran as fast and hard as her legs could carry her. There was no place or plan in her mind on how she would get off the planet or call for help. The only thing that she could hear was the screaming and gunfire over and over in her head. The ripping and squelching of her teammates flesh The blood gushing everywhere. And the laughter of the enemy. It haunted her. Once she had reached the top of Mount Keldai and her legs finally gave out from under her did she finally stop to think, what now? What the hell was she going to do? As far as her eyes could see, there was no one left fighting back, Until… until, out in the distance, she could see a skirmish of some sort. In the confusion and chaos of the whole situation, some Pelicans must have landed to deploy the force that she assumed was the cause of the skirmish. The last thing she wanted was to go back down there but it was a risk that she was willing to take. And now, she was laying in silence alive and well, absolutely dreading the thought of making eye contact with anyone. It was funny how her life had quite literally flashed before her eyes, yet embarrassing herself and the Spartan that was responsible for her survival was at the forefront of her mind. Gore and guts be damned.

When they departed from the Pelican, Ira and Sila were escorted off to a different part of the station by a Sergeant that neither had met before. Ira was placed in a wheelchair. As Blue Team went their separate way, Ira looked back for a second to see them walking away. Sila smacked her upside the head and growled, “Eyes forward”. Ira frowned and replied, “I wasn’t being a creep, I was just wondering where they were being taken to.” The Sergeant replied to Ira, “To areas of much higher clearance than we can even comprehend.”

The devastation of Draco III hit the UNSC hard. Everyone knew that the Covenant were brutal and completely lethal. But nothing to this level of barbarity was there a record of. Linda couldn’t get the images of all those people being massacred on the surface out of her head. By the time the Spartans were able to land on the planet it was already too late. But this counterattack was not done to try and save the planet, it was done out of pure rage and retribution on behalf of the Spartan IIs. The night that they made it back to the nearest space shuttle, Linda stayed awake for a long time. She was lying on a bunk too small for her size and just barely strong enough to not give out under her weight. This wasn’t the problem, for a bed too small was still a bed and certainly more comfortable than anything she had been allowed as a child in boot camp. Those beds were certainly made out of hard tac. The problem was the noise. The noise that she couldn’t silence in her head. Linda was basically an expert in silence and she could meditate for endless hours. It helped her stay focused on and off the battlefield. Zen often allowed her to quiet the horrors of war in her mind when it was time to rest as well. But not tonight. Tonight she was wide awake and fully aware of her cramped, sore body.

“Are you still awake?”, came a soft voice from another bunk. It was Kelly, who obviously couldn’t sleep either. Linda sighed and rolled over carefully. She answered back quietly, “Yeah, can’t sleep.” Neither said anything for a moment until Kelly replied with, “Sorry for laughing at you earlier.” Linda smiled and turned to face Kelly. “If it wasn’t at the expense of Private Hagan then I might have laughed too.” Kelly grinned and said, “I’m sure she appreciated that.”

“Well, it’s the least I could do. It couldn’t have been easy for a rookie to survive that massacre and then get shot at the end of it. I felt for her,” Linda replied. Kelly hummed in agreement and closed her eyes. “All of those bloody deaths and then out of nowhere a Spartan comes to her rescue. I’m sure she sees you with a lot of esteem.” Linda grumbled out, “Clearly.” Kelly giggled as silently as she could to avoid waking the other Spartans. Linda smiled and reached out a hand to swat at her. “Don’t make a deal out of it at the ceremony tomorrow!,” Linda whisper-yelled. Kelly saluted Linda and said seriously, “Being professional is my specialty sir, wouldn’t dream of insubordination”. This time it was Linda’s turn to let out a small chuckle. “Whatever, go to sleep. Dream of bothering someone else,” she said and laid on her back again. Kelly did the same and closed her eyes with a smile on her face. Linda looked up at the ceiling again with a calmer mind and more relaxed eyes.

0500

Linda woke up to the gray, dimly lit room that she fell asleep in the night before. It was quiet and cold in the room. Her stomach growled quietly as she got up to start her day. Even though it was early and she had only just woken up, her thoughts were already lingering on the day before. After arriving from their mission, all of the Spartan teams had been summoned to a debriefing. It took so long for all of the teams to debrief the counsel that by the end of it, her brain felt like mush. That was probably her least favorite thing about being a Spartan, all of the after battle talking. She much preferred action to words and was more content with receiving another mission as opposed to reliving the last one.

Today would be a respite from the action. An impromptu funeral and award service would be held at 0700 hours. It was an earlier time than usual for this type of service but this was because the next day, the teams would start getting shipped out to different regions to continue the fight. The death toll on Draco III both of civilian and military lives had been extreme though and it was deemed necessary to hold a service for those lost on the planet, and an award ceremony for the two survivors that made it.

Her morning consisted of a quick hour workout, breakfast, and a shower. When she returned to the dorm to get ready, Fred was fretting in one of the mirrors. He never did like the gray streaks that came with their augmentations. It made him oddly self conscious and Linda could see that he was trying his best to tuck them into his military beret. For what it was worth, Linda always thought it looked cool. She approached him and said, “Fred, are you going to join us in the mess hall after the event?”

”Maybe after a haircut,” he replied glumly. She frowned and turned him to face her, the physical contact being rare between Spartans. “Your hair is fine Lieutenant. Would you rather bright red instead? Besides, it makes you look mysterious.” Fred gave her a small smile and replied with, “Some things never change I suppose. And you’ve got great hair by the way.” Linda let him go as she reached for the comb on the counter. “I know,” she replied. Fred snorted and started to walk towards the door, “I’ll see you in a few, thanks for the pep talk.” And with that, he left. Linda looked at herself in the mirror for a second. She never disliked her hair, it was unique. None of the other Spartans shared the same combination of features. Bright red hair, green eyes, pale skin. Though, the culmination of scars and bruises were commonalities amongst her brothers and sisters.

Linda had never been interested or versed on the topic of makeup. As of late however, Kelly had come across some mascara that she coveted in secret and reserved it for special occasions. She was careful to apply a very thin and clean layer of it. Linda smiled at the memory of the first time Kelly tried applying it. She had covered her eyes in black, sticky splotches and only made it worse when she tried to rub it off. As the years went by, Kelly tried to convince Linda to give it a try. It wasn’t that she was against the look, it was that she did not like the idea of sticking a wand full of black goop so close to her eyes that one mistake could cost her her greatest asset. Until finally, one day, Linda gave in during a mission when all hope seemed lost. She told Kelly, “If we make it out of this, I’ll let you put that black stuff on my eyes for the next ceremony we have.” Unfortunately for Linda, this was said ceremony and not only did she remember the promise, but Kelly did as well. She was standing in the back of the room next to her trunk, watching Linda with an unhinged look on her face. Linda made eye contact with her through the mirror and rolled her eyes, not even bothering to argue. She walked over to Kelly and sat down on the bed with a huff.

”Just don’t blind me.”

0700

The funeral part of the ceremony had just begun and Linda was sitting in the back, surrounded by several different Spartans. They were all noticeably taller. Linda’s eyes felt heavy and uncomfortable. Although Kelly had only put a very small amount of the stuff on her eyes, she wasn’t used to having anything on them and was insanely aware of the shift in weight. Every nerve in her body was begging her to rub her eyes but she fought the urges and sat quietly through the service. The death toll was incredibly high and a weight settled in Linda’s chest as she thought about the current planets that were currently at risk for the same fate. Her hatred for the Covenant burned deep inside her as saw the pictures of the victim’s faces. While she had been fighting on the planet, not one person looked like this. All of the remains were shredded, bloodied, torn apart, or completely indescribable. It sickened her to witness the sheer, pointless slaughter. What was the point? Why? What did humanity do to deserve such a terrible fate? She may never learn the answers to those questions, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she would do everything in her power to fight back in the memory of the lost and butchered.

The funeral was lengthy and there was a short intermission before the award ceremony. That would not be long for it was only to recognize Private Hagan and SPC Gutierrez. As Linda settled back in her seat, she looked over to the front to see a tall, young, shapely woman in formal attire with black onyx hair pulled tightly into a bun. She had tan olive skin, soft facial features, and familiar hazel eyes. She too was wearing an appropriate amount of mascara. The woman was using a cane to stand straight, though she looked pained. It took Linda a second to realize that this was Private Hagan. It’s not that she was blind, but the amount of grime and gore that covered Private Hagan when Linda found her had been so much that she had little to no idea what the woman actually looked like. SPC Gutierrez was standing next to her. A slighly older woman with a light brown, short bob. She was shorter than Private Hagan though her features were much sharper and her blue eyes seemed haunted. Linda could see that this had not been her first time on the battlefield, but it had likely been her worst experience. Admiral Parangosky presented Ira with a Purple Heart medal. She gave a short speech about valor and courage, and then moved on to present SPC Gutierrez with a Medal of Commendation. As the ceremony ended, Linda made her way over to Pvt. Hagan. She tried to make herself as small as possible as she became acutely aware that she was at least a foot taller than the Private. The Private’s eyes widened slightly and her skin paled as she saw Linda approach her. She began to salute Linda but she waved the salute away.

”This is your ceremony, no need for formality,” Linda said. ”Yes, sir. Thank you sir. What can I do for you?”, Ira replied quietly. ”I wanted to thank you for what you did. It was very brave of you to take a hit for me and your fellow comrade,” said Linda. Ira’s mouth fell agape, obviously taken aback by the response. She said, “I would do it again, sir. If it weren’t for you, I’d be one of the mentioned dead at the funeral.” Before Linda could reply, Ira added, “I also want to apologize to you for my insubordination. What I said to you was completely out of line and I must have embarrassed you just as much as I embarrassed myself.” Linda looked at her for a moment. Ira’s pupils were dilated and she looked tense. No doubt the memory had been gnawing at her. She replied, “Don’t let it bother you any longer, Private. I understand you were under the influence of painkillers.” Ira gave her a small smile and then looked away quickly. She let out a small breath and said, “I… yes. I am very susceptible to the side effects of painkillers. However, had the circumstances been completely different, and my rank a lot higher, I would have still meant what I said.” This time, she blushed visibly but her eye contact held strong. Linda felt a warmth crawl up her neck and ears. She was taken aback, completely unsure of how to respond. Her silence must have spoken volumes because Private Hagan’s shoulders dropped and she looked down at her cane. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to the infirmary. The doctor only cleared me for the ceremony. I won’t take up anymore of your time.”

Ira walked past Linda, limping as quickly as she could on her cane. Linda felt so out of her element that all she could do was watch Private Hagan leave. It was frustrating, there were thoughts and feelings that she wanted to express but couldn’t find the right words for them. Was she being hit on? No one in her 34 years had ever declared such a thing and then stared right into her soul while saying it. How was someone supposed to respond to something like that? She wasn’t exactly in any sort of position to entertain the woman, rank and career path the culprits. Her training as a child was tailored to survive and thrive in any sort of situation. It was a ruthless, cold, perilous, and frightening childhood but it made her who she was today. However, a course in courting was not one she had been provided with and it showed.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kelly making her way over to her. Oh no she thought. Spartans were graced with superior hearing due to their augmentations. And she knew for a fact that Kelly had heard every single sentence. She didn’t say anything, just looked at Linda curiously with a raised eyebrow. Kelly hand signed, want to take a walk? Linda nodded and the two walked out of the room. She could still see Private Hagan making her way towards the infirmary in the distance. Kelly and Linda walked to their rooms and changed in silence. Afterwards, they made their way to the training center towards the running track. Instead of running though, they walked. Kelly couldn’t take the silence anymore. Finally, she burst out, “What the hell was that about?” Linda sighed and looked up at the ceiling hoping for interplanar transcendence. She answered back, “I have no idea.”

”No I mean what’s wrong with you? You left the poor woman hanging, that was terrible!” Linda risked whiplash with how quickly she turned to look at Kelly and asked, “How was I supposed to respond to that? I’m not exactly versed in the art of charisma.” Kelly raised an eyebrow and looked at her in disbelief. “What?” Linda asked. Kelly didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her. Finally she said, “Oh my god do you- BOOM! A loud, resounding roar shook the station and knocked both Spartans down. The ground shook and dust from the ceiling rained down on them. Alarms blared and over the comm system could be heard, We are under attack, all personnel report to your stations. Both women sprung up and ran towards the exit. As they ran, they received a personal comm from John-117. “Report to the bridge. I'll brief you all soon.” They acknowledged him and kept running. People were running and yelling orders all around Linda. As she arrived at the bridge, the only thing she could think was, here we go again

[itsjamethyst]

Firewood

8.8K | Harry/Draco | M | enemies to lovers, epistolary elements, living together, hurt/comfort, snark and banter, pining, middle aged Drarry.

Opposite theme: Power.

For @sugareey-makes-stuff from the @hp-lawofattraction-fest

And Draco, as if it were no big deal, kneels on the ground with his owl-patterned wool socks and begins unlacing my dragonhide boots, one small loop at a time, before he carefully pulls them off my feet and places them neatly in his shoe cabinet. “What happened to your leg, anyway? Last time I saw you, you were perfectly fine.” “Last time I saw you, if you recall, I was not perfectly fine.” It’s a bit strange seeing Draco like this—in his picturesque townhouse with his buttoned cloak to the hollow of his neck, fitted black trousers, and owl socks. But there’s a whisper of a smile on his face when he raises his eyebrows at me. “My recollection differs from yours, it seems.”

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I have so much to say about this fic, so many amazing people to thank, so if you care to read my quick little diary entry it's below the cut! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy reading the fic. 💜

My, oh my! This fic honestly brings me so much joy. I'm unbelievably excited it's finally published after so much time planning and thinking and writing about it in secret. I haven't posted a drarry fic since Career Fair 2021, and while that fic will always be dear to me, this time around I wanted to write something a bit more soft and warm.

Then, I received the theme from the lovely fest mods, and well, I'm a sucker for a down and out Harry. So here: have some insomnia and therapy and hurt/comfort and pining and middle aged Drarry and everything else that comes with it.

None of this would have been remotely possible without my lovely Ira @wqtson. What a treasure it is to have met you! Thank you for being my right hand through all this.

And to @wecanthavenicethingx for once again being so brilliant and carving out time to read through and beta this fic so close to the deadline. Thank you dearly.

Thanking all the mods for working so hard on this fest and doing an incredible job with the themes and each pair.

@sugareey-makes-stuff I really admire your unbelievable talent. Your prompts were all so incredible, so I hope I did some of it justice for you.

If you haven't seen Sugareey's submission for the opposite theme Weak, please do. Your eyeballs will thank you.

Okay, I think that's me done. Until next time!

[sofoulandfairaday]

WIP Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for the tag @saintsenara! I tag anyone who wants to do this!

Thing is- I basically only have one WIP, but since there are 50 chapters planned out, I can list those. Some are already written, of others, I only have a rough sketch. There's probably some other stuff in my WIP folder, but I rarely work on more than one thing at a time. Let's see. Also, this is all in Italian, so i have to translate everything while keeping it as literal as possible.

The tide is turning

War and Peace

The Abyss

Master of the Dark Arts

In sickness and in health (?)

My brother's keeper

Blood is thicker than water

Let's go hunting

Be my mirror, my sword, my shield (?)

The Dark Mark

Madame Lestrange (answered)

Human, All Too Human

Family, duty, honour

Light is the slap from an innocent hand

Loyalty and Fidelity

Elizabeth Woodcraft 

My dearest partner of greatness

Dangerous games (?)

Springtime thrills (?)

The ecstasy and the torment

My kind of party

Blood of my blood

Smoke and mirrors

Dies Irae

My good servant

Rigel Lestrange (answered)

Scorched Earth

The Sickness unto Death

A Malfoy Marriage, part I: Vanity Fair

A Malfoy Marriage, part II: The Betrayers and the Betrayed

Toujours Pur

Crime and Punishment

His best Death Eater

The gold cup

Beyond Good and Evil

The Death of Regulus Black (answered)

What happens in the family stays in the family  

The devotion of the raven

Glory and Gore (answered)

The prophecy (answered)

The Birth of Draco Malfoy 

Requests and rewards

The Powder Keg

Our last Goodbye

Paradise Lost

There can be no higher pleasure

Hunters and Preys

31 October 1981 

As mad as her Master

How the Mighty fall

The best thing about all of this is that I still have no idea what to title it lmao.

What else is there?

Horcrux ???????

XXX

Hurt/Comfort (answered)

Marriage counselling for the Lestranges (answered)

Untitled file n°1

Untitled file n°2

[ira-in-ink]

༉ ˚ . about me and this blog ༉ ˚ .

BLOG: ༉ ˚ . this is a multi-fandom blog, so expect very random and mixed posts.

༉ ˚ . my current fandoms are:

anime- blue lock, my hero academia, oshi no ko.

books- harry potter.

movies/tv shows- bridgerton, modern family ༉ ˚ . i don't usually post nsfw/disturbing content but if i do, there will be warnings/mdni put on top of the post.

༉ ˚ . these warnings will tell you about: curse words, nsfw content, gore, mentions of suicide/death threats. anything of that sort.

༉ ˚ . similarly, warnings will be added if there are spoilers to anime/books/manga in any post.

ABOUT ME: ⋮ 彡 you guys can call me ira.

⋮ 彡 my pronouns are she/her and i am a student, so i may not always be active. but i do have lots of free time in my hands lately, so i will be posting a lot, or not at all.

⋮ 彡 if you want to be moots, we can be moots! i love meeting new people and making friends, so don't be afraid to reach out :)

⋮ 彡 since we're getting to know each other, here's a list of all my favorite things in life: chocolate, rainy days, winter months, coffee, books, anime and manga, the color red, late nights, long car rides, roses, the smell of coconut butter, music, learning new languages, hanging out with friends/family, travelling, cats, flowers, fantasy.

⋮ 彡 and a list of all my hated things in life: people with trash behavior, hot weather, tight or uncomfortable clothing, fish, matcha, all sorts of insects (especially roaches), miscommunication, procrastination, the color orange, bed hair, vanilla, red velvet, cheesecake, the feeling when you're eating something delicious and you bite on a cardamom.

⋮ 彡 and since no about me post would be complete without my kinnies, here they are: draco malfoy tom riddle cardan greenbriar aaron warner jacks itoshi sae itoshi rin nagi seishiro michael kaiser tomioka giyuu todoroki shoto haruka sakura hayato suo

divider by: @vesearartistry

[aaveafanfics]

¡¡¡SOY EL FANBOY!!! ¡¡¡HABLEMOS DE ESTE FANFIC!!!

Dulce, dulce tortura.

Fandom: Harry Potter.

Pareja: Drarry.

Idioma: Inglés (Usar traductor de Chrome)

Categoría: Divirgente al canon/Post-canon

Sinópsis por mi: Harry Potter no soporta a Draco Malfoy, desde hace tres años que Draco Malfoy hace de su vida un infierno burocrático, y debido a un mala informe, Harry se ve obligado a entrar en el departamento de misterios en busca de evidencia para un caso conjunto. Harry encuentra un anillo que lo hará vivir 7 años de maravilloso matrimonio.

Calificación: 💙💙💙💙💙👑

Link:

Lo disfruté tanto, pero tanto que lloré en todos los cuatro capítulos de esta cosa.

La escritura es dulce, te lo comes enseguida, no se siente brusca, confusa o incorrecta, es sencillamente perfecta. Te enamores de la expresión de los personajes, de su forma de describir escenarios, pensamientos y sentimientos, te mete tanto en la trama que saltarte una escena se siente criminal.

Los tiempos y el funcionamiento de las diferencias dimensionales están súper bien hechos, los tiempos dentro de la historia se sienten naturales, los saltos temporales son perfectos y nunca llegas a sentir la necesidad de más contexto o menos palabras.

Las diferencias dimensionales son exquisitas, amaba esas partes en las que Harry compraba de diferentes formas ambos mundos; desde su confusión, ira, irritación, temor, aceptación, aprecio, amor, anhelo y dolor. Es simplemente perfecto, todo está muy bien pulido y solo desee meterme más y más profundo en la historia.

Harry y Draco como está dualidad del mundo perfecto y su realidad, fue increíble. Desde Harry lidiando con sus sentimientos por ambos Dracos, hasta su compresión de si mismo como humano aceptando sus miedos y su maldad. Draco como está figura irreconocible, pero extremadamente familiar, que siempre actuaba de forma defensiva y buscando provocar el mayor daño posible, mientras ya habíamos conocido una versión demasiado diferente.

Todo es maravilloso, todo es demasiado increíble para poder describirlo con las palabras correctas, la historia es toda una experiencia y yo me la pasé llorando con ella, por lo cruel que llega a ser la trama con los dos.

LECTURA OBLIGATORIA.

[ao3feed-tomarry-harrymort]

La dama muerte y sus amores que puede salir mal ?

La dama muerte y sus amores, que puede salir mal ?

by Blackmoon2750

Después de morir con los brazos abiertos por culpa de la cabra malipuladora que despues de usarla la envio a Azkaban.

Que harias, cuando todos te usaron, robaron, traicionaron y rompieron hasta que no quedara nada más que la sombra de quien fuiste una vez y encima de todo, cuando pensaste que todo hiba a mejorar te arrojaron a Azkaban sin pensarlo ni por un segundo por culpa de la vieja cabra como caramelos, que ni muerto no deja de molestar cabe decir, por una carta que según el eres uno de los recipiente del alma de Voldemort y eres partidaria de las artes oscuras.

Después de casi 14 años de estar encerrada con los dementores finalmente eres libre la muerte logra liberarte, te dice que tienes una compañero o tenias pensaste antes de que una furia inmensa te llenará al saber que por culpa de Dumbledore y sus pollos en llama está muerto y mas por ti que fuiste el golpe de gracia.

"Asique que haras los salvaras?" pregunta una figura negra a una mujer de ojos verdes que brillan con ira.

"A ellos y la magia salvaré el resto que se pudran por lo hicieron" exclama con furia.

Words: 75, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Series: Part 1 of Alicent is the best woman

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Alicent Hightower, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Nagini (Harry Potter), Familiar - Character

Relationships: Alicent Hightower/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Tom Riddle/Alicent Hightower

Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Bisexual Alicent Hightower, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Magical Tattoos, Sane Tom Riddle, Possessive Tom Riddle, Alicent Hightower Needs a Hug, Master of Death Harry Potter, Slytherin Harry Potter, Ravenclaw Alicent Hightower, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Bisexual Blaise Zabini, Creature Harry Potter, Harry Potter is Lord Peverell, Harry is a Little Shit, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Ron Weasley Bashing, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Time Travel Fix-It, Past Child Abuse, Past Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pagan Gods, Pagan Festivals, Harry Potter is a Horcrux, Wizarding Culture (Harry Potter), Harry Potter in Azkaban, Death name is Thanatos, death and harry are besties chaotic, Harry es la reencarnación de Morgana

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48354874

[ghostbloomxo]

More YuGiOh stuff, because that’s mainly what I’ll be posting for right now.

Kashtira Deck: February 2023 (Post Photon Hypernova)

This is the current build I am playing IRL, it’s an early rough draft so changes will be made in the future.

Main Deck: (41)

Monsters: (21)

Kashtira Fenrir x3

Kashtira Unicorn x3

Kashtira Riseheart x3

Kashtira Ogre x1

Scareclaw Kashtira x1

Tearlaments Kashtira x1

Astral Kuriboh x3

Ash Blossom & Joyous Spring x3

Dimension Shifter x3

Spells: (12)

Pressured Planet Wraitsoth x3

Kashtiratheosis x3

Kashtira Birth x3

Sacred Sword of Seven Stars x2

Terraforming x1

Traps: (8)

Infinite Impermanence x3

Lightforce Sword x3

Kashtira Preparations x1

Kashtira Big Bang x1

Extra Deck: (15)

Mecha Phantom Beast Dracossack x1

Number 11: Big Eye x1

Red-Eyes Flare Metal Dragon x1

Number 89: Diablosis the Mind Hacker x2

Divine Arsenal-AA Zeus - Sky Thunder x1

Number F0: Utopic Future x1

Number F0: Utopic Draco Future x1

Kashtira Shanghai-Ira x2

Kashtira Arise-Heart x2

Bujinki Ahashima x1

Aussa the Earth Charmer, Immovable x1

Black Luster Soldier - Soldier of Chaos x1

[astrvia]

rueda los ojos, ya dispuesto a ignorarle de una vez. o es el plan, hasta que los terceros en cuestión aparecen y perturban por completo su entrenamiento pacífico para dar espacio al malestar y la rabia, la misma solo incrementando cuando escucha lo siguiente que el leo dice. ' obviamente ' replica de forma instantánea, ' draco consiguió esas victorias sin ayuda de nadie. son buenos y han ganado por su propio esfuerzo, a diferencia de ese grupo de idiotas. por supuesto que estaré conforme con esos logros,' luego, chasquea la lengua y baja el bate, presionándolo en el suelo, ' ¿acaso tú no lo estarías?' la mirada retorna hasta el contrario, prediciendo que quizás escucharía una negativa, algo parecido a un no me interesa o no me lo tomo tan en serio. sin embargo, su ceño se frunce al oír la siguiente petición. ' ¿qué vas—' la pregunta queda rondando en el aire de todos modos, hasta que consigue comprender cual será su siguiente accionar. la duda lo invade mientras una vocecilla en su cabeza manifiesta que no debería actuar de forma tan impulsiva, mucho menos meterse en problemas (podría perjudicarlo de alguna manera). sin embargo, cuando mira a aries, lo único que siente es ira. no es justo que estén ganando mientras descaradamente tontean frente a sus narices. no es justo que no le tomen el peso a nada mientras los demás trabajan duro. no es justo que los estén ayudando mientras venden la idea de una sana competencia. así que ahí, le pasa el bate. ' más te vale que seas capaz de batear mi envío ' masculla, y luego, tomando distancia y ajustando la postura, lanza como si fuese un juego real, con la misma fuerza de un pitcher.

' no dije que el bateo fuera una mierda, ' llevar la contraria es fácil, más aún contra personas de poca paciencia. apoya la cabeza contra la pared detrás suyo. se ofendería en nombre de su naturaleza competitiva por seguir perdiendo con leo, pero después de descubrie la posible ayuda que recibe uno de los equipos, poco puede importarle lo que piensen. ¿qué recibirían de un partido de béisbol, además? por lo menos se sigue divirtiendo con sus compañeres. ‘ ¿te diste cuenta que todo está arreglado y aún así te sientes a gusto con las victorias? ’ tuerce una sonrisa burlona, finalmente decidiendo ponerse de pie. ‘ préstame el bate ’ incita, moviendo los dedos de diestra en su dirección. sostiene el cigarrillo entre sus labios, pero aún así puede hablar. al menos, se le entiende un poco. ‘ lanza la pelota — veamos si le doy en la cabeza a algune ’

[chibinotan]

Black and White Eye

[achangeinreality]

Here is the second part! I pasted it from google docs and some stuff like italics, bold, and horizontal lines didn’t transfer properly. I tried going through it and fixing that stuff but I don’t think I did a very job my bad lol

Encounters Part 2

Sigma Octanus IV

2552

Linda sighed in relief as the last of those she was responsible for evacuating got on the Pelican. There hadn’t been many to evacuate but any was better than none. She was still covered in both James blood and whatever that hulking monstrosity they came across in the museum’s blood. Of all the funky and horrible variety of aliens that she had come across in her life, this was a new one. It had taken all of her and her fellow Spartan’s effort to bring one down. She was sure that Halsey was going to have a field day reviewing all of their new data. As their pelican linked up with the Leviathan, Linda started to feel a knot in her stomach. Surely they would find a more efficient way to bring down whatever these new creatures were. She wasn’t too keen on the idea of another soldier losing an arm to one of these every time they fought one. Lost in thought, Linda made her way off the pelican. As she got off, Linda looked up to see a squad of ODSTs talking amongst themselves. One of them had an oddly familiar posture. She stared at the soldier and felt thrown back in time when she caught sight of the side of the woman’s face.

“Hagan?”, she inquired incredulously. The soldier spun around at the voice and her mouth dropped as she looked at the hulking Spartan before her. She looked at Linda’s insignia before responding with. “Spartan 058??” She saluted and stood at attention at her superior. “At ease, soldier. It’s good to see you, I didn’t think I’d run into you again.” Ira chuckled but before she could respond, one of her teammates interrupted. “Is there anything you need from Corporal Hagan sir?”, asked a man in his 40s and a rather pointed look. Linda took him in, his posture was stiff, his expression was disapproving, and the way his arms were crossed gave off an air of disdain. It was no secret that between Spartans and ODSTs, they didn’t necessarily get along. Linda never fully understood why every ODST made it their personal mission to act like a thorn in their sides when it would really be more productive to just get along. She sized him up and said, “Actually yes, but that’s none of your concern. Corporal I’d like to talk to you in the mess hall later but I am preoccupied at the moment. Does 2100 hours work for you? I realize it is late.” She could have sworn that a small chuckle started to escape from Hagan’s mouth. The corporal replied with, “Yes sir I will be available at that time. It is very good to see you again, am I free to go?” Linda looked at her and took her in. She had changed over the years. Gone was the naive, young look in her eyes. Rather replaced by the reflections of war and death. A look she recognized in herself and her family alike. She answered, “Dismissed soldier. I look forward to our meeting.” Hagan gave her a small smile and walked away.

Oh my god what just happened, what do I do?, she thought. Ira sped walk to the dorms to get herself cleaned up. Her mind was racing at the encounter she had just had with Spartan 058. There were too many things to unpack. Never in a million years did she ever think she’d come across the Spartan again. Not to mention the fact that she actually remembered her. And to top it off, she wanted to talk to her later? Why? What was happening? Peace with the Covenant seemed more likely than the series of events that had just transpired.

Over the years, Ira Hagan had grown exponentially. Her encounter with death on Draco III had changed her life so dramatically that she barely recognized herself most days. More often than not she dreamt of her friends and family, except they weren’t how she remembered them. They were gory and undead. The massacre she survived scarred her in more ways than she could count, to the point where it twisted and tarnished the faces in her past. It seemed like death was not done chasing her, seeing as just the day of her ceremony, the space station was attacked. This time however, she was not in any condition to fight. She had the marines on the space station to thank for escorting her and anyone else that was at the med bay to safety. Ira had been evacuated to yet another ship, which then engaged in another fight against the CPV class heavy destroyer, The Guiding Light. The worst part about this was that the entire time, she was stuck in a hospital bed with nothing to do but be afraid and think.

For two days she wallowed in self pity and trembled in fear at the thought of being boarded and given the same fate that her teammates on Draco III received. On the third, fateful day, that fear almost became reality. The enemy ship must have sent an infiltration team because out of nowhere, she started to hear scuffling and chittering sounds from the next room. Heart pounding and lightheaded, she held her hand to her mouth to keep herself as quiet as possible. She used her other hand to press the comm button on her data pad.

”Covenant in the med bay,” she whispered softly, praying that no one answered back lest she be noticed. She received a text message from the security team that acknowledged her warning. Ira rose up slowly and quietly out of bed. She had been given a few get-well gifts from those onboard and one of those gifts had been a small but effective hunting knife. She gripped the handle so hard that her knuckles went white. Ira got back in bed and pretended to be asleep as she heard the doors slide open. A metal tray clattered to the floor. It almost caused her to jump and reveal her façade but she stayed stone still. She could hear one of them poking the beds with their gun, likely a ranged weapon of some sort. As it got closer to her, the doors opened up again and this time, the sounds of gunfire and human voices flooded the room. Her would-be attacker turned his back to her and screeched. It ducked and held its rifle up to shoot back when Ira turned in her spot and brought the knife down in its neck. It didn’t die immediately but the adrenaline coursing through her was so much that she ripped the blade right out and stabbed, over and over and over again. Her face and hands became covered in dark stinking blood but she was unfazed. Given that the marines had the upper hand in this situation, they finished the rest of the infiltrators. She laid back in bed, shaking and breathing heavily. Every nerve inside of her was on fire and the only thing she wanted to do was keep fighting.

After the fight subsided, a revelation came to her. She must not be so bad at war. She must be more capable than she thought herself to be. Ira realized that her circumstances were sort of incredible. She somehow survived a world wide massacre, was rescued by a team of Spartans, got shot, hit on one of the Spartans, survived the wound, got slam dunked when she tried flirting with the same Spartan again, and then survived another fight against the Covenant while laying injured in a hospital bed. And to top it off, she didn’t want to stop. Ira wanted to keep going. To keep fighting, protecting, and avenging. For when she killed the Jackal, every stab felt like an homage to each of her teammates. And there had been so many more that died than simply 4. It was decided right then and there that she must do better. She must focus on her skills and fight until every last one of the Covenant falls. It was not a better night when she went to sleep later that day. But at least in the morning her conviction was strengthened.

As for right now however, she was as nervous as her first day of boot camp. Surely the Spartan didn’t remember that incredibly embarrassing memory did she…? Of course not, it was silly and surely she had much more important and crazy things happen to her than that thing. Ira cringed heavily at the blurry memory of laying down, covered in grime, high as a kite telling the Spartan she was so so pretty. In all honesty she would actually rather be fighting an alien than be reliving the memory.

After showering, Ira brushed her long, wet, black hair. The UNSC regulations required hair to be chin length or less for women or in a secure hairstyle. Ira’s favorite part of the day was taking the tight bun that she normally wore down. It was so uncomfortable against her helmet that she often considered just hacking off her hair. But it was one of the only ways that she could remember her mother. Ira’s mom had long black hair for as long as she could remember and it felt comforting to keep her own long too. Ira considered leaving it down, since the meeting would take place after hours. But she was technically still on duty and in the presence of a superior officer so… it was a no go. Up it went into a tightly braided ponytail this time. She hoped that the light mascara and tinted chapstick wasn’t too much.

Ira waited so long for the right time to come that by 2045 she was already making her way down to the mess hall. There weren’t a lot of people in the hall by then and no food was being served. Still though, it was quiet and most importantly, she was waiting on someone. Ira walked over to the water fountain and served herself a glass of water. She sat down at one of the corner tables and fidgeted with the glass. After 20 minutes, Ira’s stomach started to twist and turn. Surely the Spartan would be here soon. Another 10 minutes went by and Spartan 058 was still nowhere in sight. Ira felt a tightness in her throat as she started to remember their last interaction. “I would have still meant what I said,” she had told the Spartan. She wasn’t sure what kind of response she expected to get but complete silence wasn’t what Ira thought it’d be. It stung pretty hard then but looking back, it had been completely preposterous of her to double down when she didn’t even know the Spartan’s orientation. Still, Ira would have preferred a strongly worded lecture or even a write up instead of complete silence. Oh to be naive and young again, she thought.

As all hope started to feel lost, an extremely tall and muscular woman walked in. “Corporal Hagan at ease, I apologize for my tardiness. I was detained for longer than I had anticipated. Thank you for waiting,” she said. Ira smiled and fought the urge to wave her over. She had been mid-stand up when the Petty Officer said, at ease. Linda walked over to the table and sat front facing Ira. Ira looked at her and thought, I’m fucked.

Linda was glad to see that Corporal Hagan was still in the mess hall waiting for her. As 2100 came closer, she started to get uncomfortable. It wasn’t in her character to be late to things and especially not meetings that she was responsible for. It irked her that this debriefing was taking so long. Each Spartan had gone in to answer questions at least 3 times, what else was there to reveal? They wore cameras in their helmets for a reason for god’s sake. Needless to say, by the time they were all dismissed, Linda made her way to the mess hall. She greeted the corporal and sat down in front of her. Neither woman said anything for a moment but there it was again, the intense, soul burning stare that the corporal was so keen on using. It unsettled Linda because she struggled with eye contact yet found herself unable to look away. The corporal spoke first. “How are you?”

“I’m good. I was surprised to see you again. When did you become a corporal?” Linda was pretty proud of herself for being able to string more than 1 sentence together this time around. She had been practicing in her head and listening to other people’s conversations in the last few years. It’s not that she found very many people to have conversations with other than her fellow Spartans, but she didn’t like the feeling of being lost for words. It was her choice to be silent and observant, but she didn’t like feeling forced to stay that way simply because her conversational skills were inadequate. She supposed this was one of the biggest hurdles that Spartans struggled with. They were not raised to be socially adept, rather to be lethal killing machines and for a long time it wasn’t something she stopped to ponder on. But surely there was more to life than killing. And right now, catching up with the corporal was her mission.

“A good surprise I hope. I was promoted last year,” Ira replied. Linda tried smiling but it felt unnatural and forced so she let her face relax instead. “Of course. I’m glad to know you have survived all this time, and an ODST no less. You must be proud,” she added. Ira’s eyes brightened and her whole face lit up. “Well I worked really hard to become one so yeah I am pretty proud! What about you, anything new?” Oh this was where conversing got difficult for Linda. Truth be told there wasn’t much she could say about herself. So much of her life was classified that it was hard to answer truthfully. In the last 8 years she had gotten an upgraded Mjolnir armor, seen countless worlds go up in flames, and now she had encountered a new species of the covenant. But none of that was eligible for discussion. Classified. Just like everything there was to know about her. Linda shifted uncomfortably and made an effort to appear unperturbed. Before she could answer, Ira asked, “Classified?” Linda felt herself relax a little and she nodded. However, she was determined to not let herself get tongue tied and so she added, “It’s like you read my mind. But I guess at the end of the day nothing is actually new. Same enemy, same fight as you know.” Ira nodded in acknowledgment. She then asked, “So… what brought this meeting on?” Linda looked at Ira for a second. The woman looked young but there was a hardened, more mature atmosphere to her demeanor than their last meeting. Not uncommon in their line of work, it was a consequence of war. “My name is Linda,” she said awkwardly. It had come to Linda’s attention that she had never actually told the corporal her name. After listening to several conversations over the years, that seemed to be the starting point for most casual interactions. Ira smiled warmly and responded, “My name is Iradell but everyone calls me Ira. Thanks for telling me your name. I was starting to get tired of referring to you as Spartan 058 in my head.” Linda cocked her head slightly and asked, “I’m in your thoughts?”

Ira had been blessed with tan, olive skin that very rarely burned in the sun or got noticeably red. But in this moment she could feel her entire body burning crimson. Her voice hitched in her throat and she inwardly cursed the day of her birth. Instead of running to the airlock for self destruction, she choked out, “I didn’t mean it like that, I just sometimes wonder if you’re out there saving people like you did me.” Linda looked at her confused and asked, “Why are you red? Do you need more water?” It was at this moment that the airlock was starting to sound more and more like a good idea. However, from what Ira could tell, Linda didn’t seem super socially aware. It was probably a byproduct of her career choice seeing as conversation seemed a little difficult for her despite her efforts. It was likely that Spartans didn’t get a lot of down time and so these kinds of interactions were likely not often for them. This could be a saving grace for Ira’s deeply embarrassing slip up since Linda clearly didn’t understand her reaction. “Yeah let me go get more water I’ll be right back,” she said and walked over to the water fountain.

There it was again, the feeling like something had just happened that she was unable to understand. Linda felt like she was squandering this social interaction. Maybe this was a bad idea. Everyone Linda cared about was either dead or at imminent risk of death so what was the point of trying to befriend someone who was likely to meet the same fate sooner than later? She frowned at herself. No, she would keep trying. It wasn’t in her character to give up easily. When Ira sat back down, noticeably less red, she told Linda, “So uh my birthday is in 2 days. My teammates were going to throw me a little party in the evening. Would you like to come?” Linda brightened up, glad that she wasn’t doing as terribly at socializing as she thought. A party? She had seen marines celebrate other soldier’s birthdays in the mess hall a few times before but she never partook in them. None of the Spartans had ever had a ‘birthday party’ either seeing as none of them knew their actual birthdays. Nevertheless, a first time for everything. She answered back, “I’m going to be on this ship for the next few days so I will be available to attend. Thank you for inviting me.” Ira smiled in relief and exclaimed, “Oh good! I’ve been looking forward to it. I’ve been so preoccupied that this is the first time in 3 years since anyone has celebrated my birthday. I’ll be turning a ripe 28 this year!” Linda almost choked on her spit when she heard Ira’s age. Was she old? Ira added, “Can I ask you something?” Linda nodded in agreement. “Is your birthday coming up anytime soon? Maybe I can send you a gift if we’re on other ends of the universe!” There it was. The dreaded question that Linda sometimes found herself wondering as well. Sometimes on particularly difficult nights she thought to herself, is it today? Linda sighed and answered, “I don’t know when my birthday is. I don’t have access to that information.”

Ira fell silent suddenly. She didn’t want the moment to feel awkward but she was also incredibly curious. To not know one’s birthday must mean that something pretty significant must have happened during early childhood. Maybe her parents had passed away? She couldn’t ask that it was too personal a question. Before Ira could say anything Linda followed up with, “I was adopted. The people who took me in never bothered to fill me in on my previous life.” There was something fishy about the answer but Ira didn’t want to push it. “Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Do you know your age at least?,” Ira asked. Finally a question that Linda could answer. “Yes I’m 41.” Something warm stirred in Ira. She pushed it away and stayed focused. “Hey at least that’s not classified! Now I know something about you,” she said, smiling. Linda’s mouth opened slightly. That was not the answer she thought she’d get.

“Yes I suppose that’s true.” She noticed that Ira’s pupils had dilated slightly more than they already were. Was it too dark in the room? She wouldn’t know given her night vision augmentations. But then again she remembered that all those years ago at the award ceremony when she had gone up to Ira to talk to her, her eyes were dilated then too and it was rather bright in the room. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you scared of me?” Linda inquired. Ira looked taken aback and confused.

“No, why would you ask that?”

”Because your pupils dilate when you talk to me and I’ve only ever seen that on people that look at me in fear,” Linda replied. Again, Ira went red but froze this time. I said something wrong didn’t I?, Linda thought. Ira let out an awkward laugh and looked down at the table, closing her eyes. She looked back up at the Spartan who was now looking at her inquisitively. Ira took a deep breath and responded, “I’m not scared of you. I’m attracted to you. I wasn’t going to say anything about it but I didn’t realize my involuntary reactions were so loud.” This time it was Linda’s turn to blush deeply. And once again, a complete lack of ability to respond to the situation. She felt her brain lagging at the words just like the last time. Linda swallowed and was finally able to let out a tight, “I’m sorry, I did not mean to intrude.” Ira closed her eyes and sighed, feeling an old painful tug in her heart. “It’s okay,” she said in defeat. Both women sat in silence for a moment. Ira stayed sitting with her eyes closed and Linda simply stayed looking at her, mind still lagging. Even though the moment was only 5 seconds, for Linda it was lifetimes. Spartan time was something every Spartan II knew how to control to avoid time feeling like it was overly slowed. But sometimes, it was to her advantage that she could experience a moment longer than normal people could. She took advantage of the moment this time to think. This was uncharted waters for her because not only did this woman admit to being attracted to her 3 times by now, but Linda wasn’t entirely sure that she wasn’t. There were so many problems with this though. For one, UNSC regulations did not allow for members of the military to become entangled with another, let alone someone of a much lower rank. Secondly, Linda didn’t have the emotional capacity to let someone other than another Spartan II in. And this was something that she was painfully aware of. Not only that but it would be grossly irresponsible for Linda to allow someone to attach themselves to her when her life was in constant danger. It went both ways but that wasn’t something she was ready to think about. With all of this in mind, why did she feel a warmth in her chest when Ira admitted her attraction? It didn’t make sense.

”Your eyes have also been dilated the entire time you’ve been talking to me. I don’t suppose you’re scared of me either.” Ira’s eyes had opened and she was looking at Linda boldly now. Ira wasn’t a child anymore. Not that she was 8 years ago either but she was certainly more of an adult now. If this war had taught her anything, it was that at literally any point in time, regardless of how prepared or how good your skills were, death could always take you. She had seen so many people of higher and lower rank meet the same fiery, grisly death that she was just happy to still be breathing now. Uncomfortable as the situation had suddenly gotten, Ira wasn’t a child anymore. “This can’t happen. I’m sorry for bringing it up but I know you understand that this can’t go anywhere,” Linda replied. Ira nodded then said, “So you like me too then?” Linda exhaled and rolled her eyes, saying, “I didn’t say that.”

“Then tell me otherwise,” Ira challenged. Linda looked at her with a peeved look. She stood up and turned towards the direction of the dorms. Before she walked away she said softly, “Goodnight, Corporal.”

”Wait-“ Ira began, standing up too but it was too late. Linda’s long legs had already crossed the room and turned the corner. Ira tried to catch up but she had disappeared by the time Ira got to the doorway. She sighed and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. With heavy eyes and a heavier heart, Ira made her way to the dorms as well, determined to get some much needed rest.

[johannstutt413]

(requested by anonymous) Toddifons/Reed (because we always take the shipping option)

“C’mon, does she even check her phone?” Toddifons sighed, tapping on the table impatiently. “I get all dressed up and everything, and she might not even see-”

A waiter arrived from around the corner with another guest in tow. “-And once again, I’m so sorry no one was there to take you to your table; I’ll make sure you receive a complimentary bottle of today’s vintage.”

“I don’t think…Thank you.” Reed was going to turn down the offer, but then she saw the Vouivre’s dress and realized this was definitely a wine occasion.

“There you are!” The siege master sighed. “I was worried you weren’t coming, since I didn’t get a text back.”

The Draco bowed her head. “I apologize…My phone died while I was…at the office.”

“Oh, well that’d do it, yeah. Gotta be careful about that next time, but I’ll let you off easy since you’re cute.” Arianrot smirked as the compliment went straight through her date’s heart.

“Of course…” Dublinn’s fire blushed furiously while she opened a menu. “Have you…ordered yet?”

Toddifons shook her head. “I’m hungry, but no sense in being rude about it. Now that you’re here, though- Hey, Johni! Still over there?”

“S-sure am!” An eager young man in the same uniform as the waiter who’d retrieved Reed, albeit much more shabbily worn, hopped up from behind the not-so-distant bar with what sounded like the flutter of a tossed magazine.

“Good, we’re ready for those endless rolls now!” Off he went to retrieve a basket. The Vouivre turned her attention back to her date. “How’s the Doctor’s office treating you? Not too much of a rotter, I hope.”

She wasn’t sure how to defend him on that front. “He’s…a curious person. He pays a lot of…attention, even while we’re working.”

“Sounds about right. He’s not bothering you, though?”

“...Somewhat.” The Draco’s eyes flashed. “But nothing that…I cannot handle myself.”

A bread basket appeared between them as if from thin air, and the engineer grabbed one to tear into. “Thanks, Johni! He ever goes too far, tell me, alright?”

“Hmm…I will.” The pyre certainly didn’t want to be on Ari’s bad side.

“You will?” Toddifons grunted. “Glad you changed your tune.”

Reed cocked her head. “How so?”

“Last time I asked you something like that, you played the ‘Miss Independent’ card. Sounds like you’re starting to trust me.” The massive smirk on her face proudly displayed her pleasure about that.

“I see…” She frowned. “Was I truly…that closed off?”

The Vouivre shrugged. “You’ve got a good reason for it, at least. Not everyone’s got the baggage you’ve got.”

“I suppose…I’ve decided…on my meal, when you’re ready.”

“Oh, cool. Johni!” He appeared much like the bowl had - from nothing and nowhere. “Hey, here’s what we want:...Reed, you can start.”

Once he’d vanished again, the Draco took a long drink of water in preparation for a question of her own. “Have you seen…the deployment schedule for the next major operation?”

“Nah, was busy in the shop when it got posted. Am I on it?” Both their glasses were refilled mid-response.

“No.” The pyre slid a few stray hairs out of her face. “I am, however…I’ll be departing tomorrow.”

The engineer glanced at her phone, currently lying face-down between her and the wall, before grabbing another roll. “I’ll ask ‘im to put me on the roster with you, then.”

“I…would prefer you not do that, Ari.” Which, Reed knew, was going to be the hard part of this conversation.

“You what?” Toddifons acted exactly as she’d expected her to. “Reed-”

The stone in the center of her chest flashed. “Ari, please…I want to be sure I…have someone to come back to.”

“And I don’t want to have to trust some complete idiots with bringing you back safely-”

“I am strong enough.” The roll in her hand burnt away in a flash. She sighed as she cleaned her hand of the ashes with a towel. “I only have…one treasure left…so please stay here until I come back.”

That was…a lot, considering this was their third date in only a month of knowing each other. It was Ari’s turn to flush, her cheeks matching her hair as the unstated message was transmitted. “I thought we were all ‘equally worthless, after all.’ Something change?”

“Do you remember…how you asked me for our first date?” The Draco had it practically burnt into her mind.

“Sure I do.” It’d been on a whim, but it was still pretty memorable. “Asked you to watch that fireworks display with me.”

True, but, “Do you remember what you said?”

“...I just asked if you wanted to watch it with me.” What was so special about that?

“I didn’t want to fight.” Reed began answering that question as their food appeared in front of them. “I didn’t want to be a pawn. I didn’t want to kill those people. I didn’t want to be saved from that battlefield. No one ever asked me what I wanted, not even the Doctor…but you did.”

Well, that certainly wasn’t the answer she’d expected. The Vouivre twirled pasta around her fork for a moment before softly declaring, “Then if you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

“Thank you.” Loughshinny reached a hand across the table, away from their plates.

“Yeah.” Arianrot set her hand on top, still twirling pasta. The Draco was always so warm. “Just be careful, ya hear?”

The pyre smiled - a sight only the siege engineer would ever be blessed with. “I will.”

[itsjamethyst]

EVERYONE DROP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND READ THIS FIC RIGHT NOW!

Never thought I'd be in literal love with drarry x hockey. But of course of all people Ira's the one to get me in it.

Quickfire rec: this is steamy hot in all the right ways and has THE BEST cocky arrogant Harry and Draco you'll ever see. Harry is delicious and bossy, Draco loves it and so do I.

Once again I'm honoured to get first dibs on your fic before everyone else. 😁😁 First come, first serve babyyy

all of the sinners the same | explicit | 6.7k | Harry/Draco | HOCKEY AU | Winner's Room

When the staffer approaches him just as he’s pushed his way out of the jubilant locker room, Harry doesn’t let himself think twice before muttering, “Malfoy.”

my very first foray/gateway effort into the hockey fic world, written for the incredible @lagerloutfic. thank you to @itsjamethyst for the incredible cheerleading and beta!! horribly soppy oversharing under the cut.

read all of the sinners the same on ao3!

largs, i said i wrote an essay for the notes and i was serious! little snippets of it:

i’m more than excited to write this because it’s creating a gift for one of the best gifts fandom has ever given me.

creating this work for two fandoms i am so deeply invested in genuinely makes my heart beat faster. i cannot believe that i get to feel these feelings!

i woke up in a cold sweat at 2:36 am on friday and typed a note into my phone. two words: DICK PIERCING

i’d never even considered being anything but ashamed of my interests, keeping it safely secret from anyone whose opinion matters to me. that’s stupid, i know – people love you for who you are and not what you watch/write/read. but that was just a theory, something i thought i’d work on at some unidentifiable point in the future. you turned this so around for me, showing me that not only is there no shame, but also when you put it all out there you might actually find people who share your interests?? all my past therapists would be proud.

this was an exercise not only in maintaining the joy and shock of surprise for you, but also seeing how much of a role external validation plays in my creative process. turns out i can do it on my own if i try! the thing is, though, i don't want to. sharing ideas and details, especially with the right people, elevates the whole experience so much.

i'll say it a million times: i'm SO lucky to have met you!

oh and JESS, i'm so excited for your hockey journey. it's going to be amazing. you're never going to get anything productive done again. okay end of fic diary! <3

[dreaminmemories]

Here are the characters that will get a character bio sheet and their progress.

Pokemon|

Akari Kamiya: Complete. Link: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/284854497-orian-isles-oc-book. Will be in Tumblr later in the year.

Riku Arata Ishida: Not started.

Hikaru Aiden Kamiya: Not started.

Possibly: Draco Leon Lawrence. Changing Draco to be its middle name, first name unknown at the moment.

Alta|

Zhi: Not started.

Harry Potter: Golden Trio/Maduarders Era/Hogwarts Mystery

Ainslie Yates| Completed. Link:https://dreaminmemories.tumblr.com/post/661603208860434432/ainslie-yates-hp-oc

Erin Verity Snape| Working on.

Erik Hyles|Not started.

Xinyi Yang|Not started

Agnar Aelius Averill|Not started

Caitlin Irene Adair nee. Averill| Not started

Aidan Ira Adair|Not started

Leroy Hyland|Not started

Adelaide Vance|Not started.

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