#annabelle x mc

[uselessgay10101]

🏳️‍🌈✨️Lesbianism✨️🏳️‍🌈

annabelle is so proud of me

[uselessgay10101]

I have finished the Desire & Dercorum series

I can safely say I am flabbergasted how 1800s wlw lovestory had more development than a 2000s wlw lovestory

[sapphoschoices]

Starry Skies

Book: Desire & Decorum

Characters: Bridgette Lawrence (D&D MC), Annabelle Parsons

Relationships: D&D MC x Annabelle Parsons (pre-slash)

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1,145

Summary: Set in Book 1, between chapters 4 & 5. Bridgette and Annabelle have a heart to heart in the grounds of Edgewater as they admire the wonders of the natural world.

“There's a constellation there, called ‘The Plough’” Annabelle pointed to the sky. Bridgette followed her finger in anticipation to see… just some stars.

“Where? I just see stars.” Bridgette turned her head towards Annabelle, who appeared to be straining her eyes as she looked to the sky.

“And there is Ursa Major. The plough is part of that. The other stars are a bit more faint though.” She didn't seem to acknowledge or notice Bridgettes confusion.

“Dearest Annabelle, I don't know what you're pointing at.” Bridgette rested her hand on her friend's outstretched arm to get her attention. “All I see are stars.”

“Of course.” Annabelle turned to look Bridgette in the face, trying her best to hide her disappointment. “I forget the constellations aren't easy to recognise by people who aren't as familiar with them.”

“Show me this plough again.” Bridgette demanded after a few seconds of quiet. “I think I can find it.”

Annabelle shifted her flat body closer to Bridgette and pointed to the sky again. “It's made up of seven stars. Just follow my finger.” Bridgette did as she was told and followed Annabelle's finger as she traced a series of shaky lines in the sky.

“How do you know about these constellations? Is it something I should know, now that I am part of the gentry?” Bridgette furrowed her brows in worry.

“You needn't worry about that. None of my sisters care for the stars. I only know about them because of a book I borrowed from your father.” Annabelle smiled fondly. “I used to sneak onto my balcony with a candle when I was younger to study the stars. I always wished for my own telescope, though.”

“I wish we'd known each other long ago. I would have listened to you talk about the stars forever.” Bridgette gazed lovingly at Annabelle. “I could listen to you talk about anything, for that matter.”

“What sort of books did you like to read when you were young?” Annabelle questioned innocently, unaware of the feelings she would cause Bridgette.

It took her a while to respond, prompting Annabelle to question her wellbeing, which Bridgette brushed off. “I didn't really read very much. It's not something I had a lot of practice of, in Grovershire.”

She didn't dare look at Annabelle. There was much that Bridgette had worried about when becoming gentry folk, but this was the first time she'd felt true shame over it.

“But, I loved Shakespeare. When I was young, we would put on shows in the village, and I loved to perform, though my Mama would often have to read lines for me to recite.” Bridgette attempted a topic change.

“It is alright that you aren't an experienced reader.” Annabelle reassured her and reached for her hand after a moment of quiet contemplation. “I do not judge you for your upbringing.”

“There is nothing wrong with my upbringing. I just feel out of place, like I am miles away from anyone else.” Bridgette stretched her arms out, laying them out by her sides, one draped over Annabelle.

“Then you are not much different to me.” Annabelle clasped the hand draped across her chest. “I have never felt like I fit into this life. I've never been happy with the place in society we are given as women.”

“I just wish I could run far away. My home wouldn't be the same without my Mama, but perhaps I could find somewhere new.” She closed her eyes wistfully. “I could not yet leave you, though, or my father. I'm not certain he could suffer another heartbreak.”

“The stars are all very far apart, too. I suppose we are not unlike them.” Annabelle took Bridgette's hand in both of her own. “It may seem like everyone you have met is so unified and that everyone fits perfectly, but that is not the case. There are plenty like me and you who feel out of place. You are not alone here.”

Bridgette opened her eyes and smiled at Annabelle squeezing her hand. “Thank you, my dearest Annabelle. Your reassurance truly means the world to me.”

“Even the Countess has struggled in my time knowing her. I can't say I like the woman myself, but she has certainly been dealt an unlucky hand.”

Bridgette huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well perhaps I could've learnt all about that from the woman herself, were she not so set on sabotaging my life.”

Annabelle let out a little giggle at her friend's dramatics, forcing Bridgette to fight off a small smile. “Don't laugh,” she lightly hit Annabelle with the back of her hand, “I wish she were more welcoming to me. All I want is my family.”

“I wish you could've met Harry.” Annabelle admitted. “He struggled with my stars too. You two would've loved one another.”

“They're your stars are they?” Bridgette raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps I will have to study them intensely and surpass your knowledge.”

“Oh you know what I meant.” Annabelle rolled her eyes with a smile. “Harry would've said exactly the same thing, you know.”

“I enjoy when you talk about him.” Bridgette finally sat up from the grass. “It's disappointing that I never knew him, but hearing you talk about him makes me feel closer. Mr Marlcaster never talks about him.”

“He is in mourning, still. Mr Marlcaster was there when Harry died. It is understandably hard to talk about.”

“Does he blame himself?” Bridgette asked quietly, prompting Annabelle to sit up beside her.

“I'm sure of it. He seems guilty whenever Harry is brought up, and conversations about him never last long when he's around.”

The pair say in comfortable silence for a while, before Bridgette roughly tugged Annabelle back down to lie on the ground, putting a finger on her lips.

“Miss Parsons?” The voice of Annabelle's footman sounded from across the front garden, added to by the telltale light of a lantern shining around Annabelle's face.

“Do you think the grass is long enough to hide us forever?” Annabelle whispered, causing Bridgette to begin giggling, cutting herself off with a hand over her mouth.

After calming, Bridgette whispered her plan to Annabelle. “If you can sneak inside, I'll distract your footman. I might be able to frighten him off if we're lucky.”

“One of the benefits of being the friend of a future countess.” Annabelle smiled as she turned over her shoulder to get a look at her footman. “Let's go, his backs turned.”

Unfortunately, she in no way understood who on earth came up with the idea that there was a plough in the sky.

Bridgette nodded, lifting herself up and making her way to the footman, smoothing down her hair and looking back to the stars in the process, and for the first time that night, Bridgette understood what she was looking at.

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[lorirwritesfanfic]

Stories from Meant To Be AU that don't follow the timeline (because my muse just can't wait 🤭)

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Hamid x Daphne

Art Project

Movie Date

Summer Tastes

When It’s Meant To Be 💋

Five More Minutes: Lazy Couple, Terrible Friends

OTP Texts - I Want A Baby Challenge  

Impromptu Dance: A Special Night (ft. Bartholomew x Yusuf)

Training For The Future

A Nice View

Long Distance Love: An Unusual Date 

A Wish For Christmas (And All The Other Days)

A Good Chef And His Moody Sous-chef  

Personal Favourite: Kiss It Better

Personal Favourite: Favourite Part(s)

Bad Parenting

Niceness Test  ✨new✨

Annabelle x Veronica

Memories And Dirty Daydreams 💋

A Little Nudge (ft. Hamid x Daphne)

The Letter (ft. Hamid x Daphne)

Loving Her For Who She Is

OTP Texts - I Want A Baby Challenge

Love Language

Worthy Of Love

Bartholomew x Yusuf

A Love Like A Love Song

Ernest x Alisha

Best Part Of The Night 

Try 💋

Warming Up 💋

[mbearlytoon]

The Knight and her Snake Lord: The knight's return.

[Leviathan Route]

Message: My writing is a bit rusty and so as I haven't write properly in a while. So, i hope you guys like this and enjoyed my MC x Levi story.

IzBa, a young lady who has been staying in Devildom for a few years at this point, had made her way home after the events took place back in the past. She realized that a year or so had passed after her disappearance while her adventure in the past made her believe that it was longer than that. She saw the worry on everyone's faces when she was found awake back in her bed with her hair got longer.

Weeks have passed since her reappearance. Throughout the period, everyone has been clinging to her and hanging out with her whenever they can. She understands that they're looking out for her, but it becomes a bit suffocating as Lucifer starts to be around her more too.

"Alright! You all need to stop following me around as it is embarrassing and rather irritating!" She sternly said to them while keeping her calm demeanor. She sighed and took off her mask for a bit before looking at her companions, excluding Barbatos and Solomon. "I do believe what you all are doing is out of concern, and I am flattered, but it is getting a bit suffocating. Even Annabelle and Orion gave me space."

She wears her mask back and stares at them with a serious look, though hard to detect due to the mask design. "Also, Diavolo, Barbatos will not appreciate you going around in such a manner. Go back to your duties while the rest of you go back to your classes or your routines. I will not repeat this again!" She warned them before walking away to get to her next class.

Night came, and she realized that Leviathan hadn't talked much to her ever since her reappearance. However, he was the one who embraced her tightly first when he saw her in bed. After that, he somewhat became quiet and distant ever since the others got closer to her. Each time she approaches him, he will run away. This upsets her. So, she decided to take a bit of a night to herself.

She lay on her bed and read through her book before deciding to pull out her phone. She was hesitant but decided to call Leviathan to see what was happening, but he didn't answer. So, she determined to see him at R.A.D and discuss things with him the next day.

Morning came, and the maiden woke from her slumber and decided to prepare herself for the academy. She petted her familiar cat, Orion's head before going to take a bath. After her warm bath, she wore her uniform and her mask first before doing her hair. As she stood still and planned her day, Orion woke up and stretched his body before jumping off the bed to lean onto her leg and rubbing his head against her. "Aren't you excited about going to that academy today, Belle? Usually, Anna will wake you up. Not that you need her to do so anyway."

"Well... I want to talk to him."

"Ah... That snake boy. I wonder when he's going to talk to you." Orion changed into his human form and onto the bed with his arms crossed. IzBa just raised a brow, as if he could see, but Orion knows her thoughts, at her familiar as to wanting to know what he meant by that. Orion just grinned at her and shrugged before lying on her bed casually. The lady just rolled her eyes and brushed her hair in front of her mirror.

'Okay... Today, I'll be making my move. Should I wait for him to do it? But, he's too shy. Which makes it more difficult.' She thought to herself nervously as she brushed her hair and finally made her hair before going out of her room. She noticed a figure around the corner as if it had been there waiting for her before disappearing. IzBa just looked in that direction before going downstairs to have breakfast with the brothers.

At R.A.D, IzBa has been busy with classes, but at the same time, wanting to search for her partner. She just sighed as whenever classes ended, he would disappear in an instant. She has been wandering the academy to find the Avatar of Envy, and she has to ask other demons to find his whereabouts. She's determined to find him throughout the lessons but at the end of the the school period, she hasn't found him yet.

She sat at her desk quietly after others had left while she did her note. As she packed up her things and was about to leave, the door slammed open, almost hit her, and revealed it to be Leviathan. Before he could run away, IzBa quickly pulled him into the class and locked the door. The man was shaken by her and turned red as he didn't know what to do or say.

"I don't know what's happening, bu-"

"No! W-wait. Umm... Don't say it. I know what you're about to say. I... was trying to adjust myself around you. I-I was- I mean! You've been gone, Belle! For... forever! I guess. That is how I feel." Leviathan raised a hand to her as he looked at IzBa before looking away in embarrassment. As the lady looks at him, she notices the dark circles under his eyes and red eyes as if he's been crying. She just stood at her position silently as she wanted to hear more.

"I want to act like how we were before, but now, I am scared and... uncomfortable. I couldn't even enjoy the things I usually do when you're gone. To take off my mind of... you. They reminded me of you so much and I hate it! My brothers did their best to comfort me, but it made me more angry and annoyed!" He angrily said as his hands grabbed onto his hair and he started to breathe heavily. IzBa wanted to get closer to him, but he distanced himself as he regained his composure and she noticed that he was tearing up.

"I-I feel like destroying this place so I could get to you again. I want to tear up the human word to find you. I want to be with you again, but you're not there or here!" He let out a laugh as IzBa just watched him calmly, listening to his pouring emotions.

"You were not everywhere! My brothers and others did their best to calm me down, but I ended up hurting Luke, accidentally. I guess... I remember how affectionate you were with him that I hurt him. Though, the others stopped me in time and Luke just suffered a dislocated wrist." He chuckled as his tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked at IzBa with a saddened smile and rubbed his nape as he averted his eyes from the lady's gaze.

"I was ashamed. I knew you would be furious if you knew what I did. I hid in my room for a while as I didn't want to hurt others while being in an unstable state I was. I was a mess. Anxious about what happened to you. Depressed that you're not with me. I am happy that my brothers were there to comfort me and I felt a bit... okay? I guess. Eventually." The taller demon took a few steps as he got closer to her before grabbing her arms and leaning down to rest his head on her shoulder.

"I hyped myself this morning. Just to talk with you, but I was a coward and ran. It was awkward that breakfast. I wanted to have a more... happy reunion, but seeing you after a while, I-I can't help but feel anxious and- I don't know... My emotions are so scrambled that I avoided you. It upset me, but I know you're more upset with me as... I am your player 1. I was so scared of facing you and I missed you so much!" Leviathan sighed heavily and sniffled a bit. The young lady wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Comforting him and wanting to feel his warmth after a while. Her Leviathan. She heaved a breath of relief as she thought he hated her or something and she missed him too.

Levi pulled away, held her cheeks in his hands and caressed her with his thumb. He looked at her with a yearning and serious expression. "I missed you. I want you. I love you, Belle. Promise you won't disappear again. Promise you won't leave me again, Isabelle. Please... don't leave me again." His voiced cracked as he cried while hold her.

IzBa looked at him with a soft smile and held his face, wiping his tears and sighing softly. "My apologies, Leviathan. For making you upset. To make you worry. I'm sorry for making you scared and alone. There's no day that I didn't think of you. I was worried and missing you too, my huge snake." She pulled him to rest his forehead against hers and let out a chuckle. She looked into his eyes and hushes him as a way for her to calm him down.

"To make it up to you, I will do anything you want. At least that I should do for making you feel at your lowest. And, I want to spend time with you again." Isabelle looked at him with a loving look and kissed his cheek. Leviathan quickly pulled away and let her go as he held his cheek with his face redden.

"N-Not fair! You're cheating!" The demon yelled out and looked at her with an annoyed look before looking away with a pout. Isabelle just chuckled before she thought of something. She turned a bit red before looking at him with a determined look.

"Levi!" Isabelle softly said his name before grabbing his face with one hand and pulled him into a kiss. This caught the demon off guard as it was unexpected and he was not ready mentally as he turned red furiously. She held him down and after a few seconds, the two calmed down and finally shared a soft and gentle kiss in tha empty classroom. Leviathan held her waist to pull her closer as he started to enjoy her lips against his.

Later that day, IzBa finished changing out from her academy uniform and sat on her bed. Orion, in his cat form, looks at her and went onto her lap to continue his nap. IzBa just let him be before gasping loudly as she remembering the kiss she had with Levi. She turned red as it made her embarrassed and ashamed on how they share their kiss after awhile.

At same time, Leviathan was changing and midway of it, the scene of him and Isabelle kissing in the classroom crashed into his mind and made him screamed in embarrassment and irritation in his room as their kiss shouldn't be taken after he poured his heart out. So unromantic of him. Not a kind of scene he want to have. He was hoping that it should be like in otome games or something. This would make him more embarrassed than ever.

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Bearly notes: I was playing around with the idea that IzBa, my MC, and Leviathan finally share a kiss after she got back from the past, OM! Nightbringer, which is funny now that I think of it... Their 'first kiss' was when IzBa kissed him through a mask she was wearing AHAHAHAHAHA

[qbdatabase]

Do you guys have any more intersex rep books? There's only like 5 on here and it's hard to find anything ;w;

Main Characters:

Pantomime by L. R. Lam - bisexual intersex genderfluid MC

That Inevitable Victorian Thing by E. K. Johnston - poc queer female x bisexual intersex female x male

None of the Above by I. W. Gregorio - intersex female

Golden Boy by Abigail Tartellin - intersex male

Annabel by Kathleen Winter - trans-femme intersex male

Middlesex by Jeffery Eugenides - Greek-American intersex transgender male

Cattywampus by Ash Van Otterloo - intersex female

Double Exposure by Bridget Birdsail - intersex female

Across the Green Grass Fields by Seanan McGuire - intersex female

Miss Jane by Brad Watson - intersex female MC born with vaginal agenesis that causes incontinence and prevents penetrative sex

An Ordinary Wonder by Buki Papillon - Nigerian intersex female MC forced to live as a boy

Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon - black albino bisexual intersex MC who is partially blind and has chronic pain

The Desert Prince by Peter V. Brett - intersex female questioning her gender identity

Lord of the Last Heartbeat by Mary Peterson - non-binary intersex MC (he/him)

Real Easy by Marie Rutkoski - intersex female

Just Ash by Sol Santana - intersex male

Trans Liberty Riot Brigade by L. M. Pierce - queer intersex female with a fantasy-drug addiction

Side Characters / World Building:

Temper by Nicky Drayden - intersex SCs in a world where everyone is born with a twin, and sometimes the genitalia gets "mixed" between them

2313 by Kim Stanley Robinson - intersex female MC due to future scientific advancements in a society without gender norms, where intersex / nonbinary seems to be the default

The Pursued and the Pursuing by A. J. Odasso - intersex female prominent SC (adopted daughter of main mlm couple)

Manywhere: Stories by Morgan Thomas - intersex prominent SC, but gender identity unknown

full notes on representation and publishing info at qbdatabase.com

[uselessgay10101]

Shameful! .... Same.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - April 7 - 14, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Back on Vacation 🎨| Imtura Tal Kaelen, Nia Ellarious, Valax, MC - @myautumnrose

BLOODBOUND

Five of Cups ✒️| Gaius Augustine - @thosehallowedhalls

The Sock Giveaway ✒️| Adrian Raines x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

CRIMES OF PASSION

A Begining ✒️| Ruby Webster, F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Movement ✒️ | m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Second Language (Series) ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne - @inlocusmads Chapter 1: "What's that song you sing for the dead?"

DESIRE & DECORUM

Annabelle Parsons Fanart 🎨by @artbyalz

Ernest Sinclaire Fanart 🎨by @storyofmychoices

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Cloud Watching ✒️| Beckett Harrington x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

The Press Secretary (Series) ✒️| Chris Powell x F!MC - @eadanga Chapter 12

HIGH SCHOOL STORY

Aiden Zhou x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 art by @callmebeem (C: @cadybear420)

IT LIVES SERIES

Lincoln Aquino x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @weetlebeetle (C: @storyofmychoices for @abelflints)

Noah Marshall x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @payroo

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Uncharacteristic ✒️| Gabe Ricci x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

MULTIPLE STORIES

Bloodbound/Nightbound

Disembodied 7/8 ✒️| Adrian Raines x MC, Nik Ryder x MC - @mynotsohealthyobsession

TRR / RoE / TNA / CoP

Isle of Misfits ✒️Ⓜ️| Multiple Characters - @tessa-liam Chapter 9: Inconvenient Truths

NIGHTBOUND

Bound by Fate (Series) ✒️| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 3: The Unknown

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart List - Week ending April 13th

THE PRINCESS SWAP

Prince Clarke x MC Fanart 🎨 by @bri1234

RED CARPET DIARIES

Comfort ✒️| Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @thosehallowedhalls for @storyofmychoices

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Behind Closed Doors (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈| Maxwell Beaumont x MC, Liam Rys x Maxwell Beaumont - @angelasscribbles Chapter 1: The Invitation

A Bird in Hand ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles

Catch & Release ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @dcbbw

Dance Under the Rainbow 🎨🏳️‍🌈 | Hana Lee x MC - @uselessgay10101

[theshypinkflower]

are you going to finish eyes without a face?

I really plan to finish it, honestly I’m surprised someone even MENTIONED my fanfics lol I feel like I’m known as nothing else than the girl who makes a shit ton of BTD hcs (tbh my popularity is all thanks to @ligmaballsbaby for giving me my first ask)

I have a lot of projects that I want to do, One Too Many rewrite to make it more accurately gorey, Sal x Fox toxic old man yaoi, Sano lore rewrite, Annabelle Winters rewrite, but I just don’t have the energy to write and I barely have the energy to draw

I still have to finish the Fox x Detetcive MC ask I got

I really love writing for you guys, I do, but I’m constantly on the verge of creative burn out. It’s why emptying out my inbox of 83 asks feels so daunting lmao

I definitely plan to finish Eyes Without A Face, it’s something I’m hella passionate about! I might even rewrite it to make it longer and give it more detail. It’s just hard finding the energy to do anything. Nothing wrong with you guys, I love y’all, just a lot to handle.

[uselessgay10101]

Miss Sutton at tea with Ms Holloway- -And they were roommates!

Ms Holloway who has heard at least 20th times already- omg they were roommates...

Best part of Desire & Decorum was the fact that if you romanced Miss Parsons, she and MC would keep their relationship a secret forever, and every time someone referred to Miss Parsons as MC’s friend, MC would just be like “haha yes the best of friends it is us”

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Hana and Raelyn Masterlist

Beautiful commission done by the talented @sazanes

Commissions and Requests

Mermaid Hana x Surfer Raelyn done by @sazanes

Chibi mermaid Hana x surfer Raelyn done by @sazanes

Hana x Raelyn Tango done by @sazanes

Chibi version of Hana x Raelyn Tango by @sazane

@sazanes Hana x Raelyn Kiss

Hana facial expression done by @hydn-jpg

Wedding Portrait of Hana x Raelyn done by @mrgabel

First Look at Raelyn - done by @hsslilly-blog

Assassins at the Homecoming Ball - art done by @sazanes story by me!

Proposal ❤️❤️❤️ - chibi Hana proposing to Raelyn ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Beauty & the Beast - chibi Hana x Raelyn as Beauty and the Beast by @sazanes

Christmas 2024 Hana x Raelyn chibi commission by @sazanes

Christmas 2024 Hana x Raelyn commission by @sazanes

Picrew Results

Hana x Raelyn kissing

Hana x Raelyn napping as kids

Hana x Raelyn smiling at each other

A Redo of TRR series introducing Riley & Raelyn

Hana Meets the Twins (Riley and Raelyn)

A Bouquet For An Angel

Random HC on Hana x Raelyn and Verity x Aislinn

A Peek in the Past - A chance encounter between kid Hana and kid Raelyn

9 Months Meme - Hana x Raelyn with Riley and the birth of Jasmine

More Stories

Cordonian Bake-Off AU

A Build-A-Bear Date Kids AU

Eurochocolate

Teas of the Past & Present

A Day with Marguerite Thorne - COP crossover

Wood Nymph Hana - An arranged marriage short

Lady Hana x Pirate Captain Raelyn

Princess Hana x Soldier Raelyn

Call of the Ocean - Pt 2 to Mermaid Hana x Surfer Raelyn

HCs

Hana x Raelyn as werewolves

Hana's Ideal Wedding

Hana's Relationship & Home HC

Hana's Past & Future Romances HC

Hana's own duchy concept

The Duchess Scandal- TDA redo

Edits

Mermaid Hana

Wolf Warrior Hana

Short Hair Hanas

For the Lady's Favor - A Medieval Raelyn x Hana

Light Priestess Hana x Ashen Raelyn - Blades of Light and Shadow crossover

Anointment Photoshoot Redo

Gratitude Ball Outfits Redo

Immortal Desires crossover

Ranch Owner Daughter Hana x Ranch Hand Raelyn AU

Hana wearing Crowns

The Royal Heart/The Cursed Romance - TCH crossover

Hana as the Winged Beast - TCH crossover

The Cursed Heart crossover

The Cursed Heart 2 crossover

Kindred crossover

Wake the Dead crossover

Vampire Hana and Alien Hana

Trend's Engagement Photoshoot

Demon and Angel Hanas

Bad Girl Hana AU edit/mood board

Hana at the Regatta

Hana at the Royal Derby

Hana properly dressed for Lythikos

One Night in Cordonia- A Roommates with Benefits crossover

Guardian Angel Hana x Raelyn

Hana x Raelyn Foreign Affairs edit

Firefighter Raelyn x Hana HOF concept edit

Firefighter Raelyn with scars and tattoos

Infiltrating the Via Imperii

The Friend group as the Via Imperii

The Friend group at prom- HSS crossover

The Friend group and their extracurricular activities-HSS crossover

The Friend group waiting on the twins-HSS crossover

Hana as Wonder Woman x Raelyn as Blue Jay @korgbelmont edit

A Stroll at Midnight- Hana and Raelyn in Love, Sin, and Evil outfits

Night and Stars Deity and Goddess concept - using RC assets

Hana the Goddess of Storms - Using Heaven's Secret 2 assets

Across the Void - Alien Raelyn x Scientist Hana

Skyrim x TRR crossover - Dragonborn Twins

Ghost Raelyn

Shadow Hana

Hana in the caution tape dress

Walking out of the shower Hana edit - from Crimes of Passion cg

Princess Hana x Assassin MC

Superhero MC x Hana Lee

1st Attempt at Foreign Affairs and TRR crossover MC x Hana edit

Nightbound/TRR crossover Hana x MC edit

Terrorfest x TRR crossover - Hana x dark!killer!Raelyn pairing

Hana x Raelyn as Ittar and Bakshi- The Lovers- Blades Crossover

Playlists

A Punk/Goth/Grunge Hana x Raelyn

Message in a Bottle

Hana's Relationships Playlist

Mood boards

A Darker Possessive Hana AU mood board

Hana, her spouse and the baby mood board

Hana Character Appreciation mood board

Hana Appreciation mood board 2

Random

A Face claim for Hana

Hana in the Sims World

Hana's trading card

Hana's Pop doll vinyl

Hana and Raelyn's wedding pop dolls

Hana TDG title cards

Hana and Annabelle Immortal Desires concept

[sapphoschoices]

Penny for the Guy

Book: Desire & Decorum

Characters: Bridgette Lawrence-Foredale (D&D MC), Annabelle Parsons, Briar Daly, Edmund Marlcaster, Theresa Sutton, Harry Fordale

Relationship: D&D MC x Annabelle Parsons (minor) Briar Daly x Edmund Marlcaster, Theresa Sutton x Harry Fordale

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 840

Summary: Bridgette and her family share a bonfire night in her hometown

“Penny for the Guy!” Little John O’Malley called out across the Grovershire town square. He and Lydia were working together to push around the wheelbarrow carrying the rather crude looking Guy Fawkes effigy.

“That was us once upon a time.” Briar sighed wistfully beside Bridgette. “Simpler times."

Bridgette rolled her eyes with a smile and bumped her shoulder against Briar. “That was you. I found the whole thing silly.”

“You liar, you.” Scoffed Briar. “I distinctly remember you begging your mama to help you finish sewing our Guy when we were ten years old. Even after the late Mrs O’Malley had closed the shop.”

“Ah, but I never humiliated myself by strolling around town begging for pennies.”

“No, you just recited your favourite Shakespeare passages for the entire county to hear.” Briar retorted, just as Annabelle, Edmund, Harry and Theresa rounded the corner together.

“I'm sure that was the largest bonfire I've ever seen.” Viscountess Theresa squealed, gripping onto Harry's arm as the pair walked perfectly in step together.

“As fun as the festivities are, I do believe that little Bridgette may find that effigy rather disturbing.” Edmund shifted towards his wife, pointing at their young daughter across the village square, being watched by a Mrs Daly and jumping to peer through any window she could find, showing no signs of discomfort, much less fear.

“I wonder if our little one will be quite so curious.” Harry leant against his cane and looked lovingly at Theresa. Bridgette found it rather endearing just how much married life had clouded her younger brother's judgement, somehow managing to see the mischievous nosiness of their niece, as innocent curiosity.

“My daughter is not curious, she is nosy.” Briar corrected, shaking her head, and leaving to fetch the little girl.

“Oh yes, I do wonder where she got that from.” Bridgette rolled her eyes with fondness. “The fireworks won't be long now. Edmund, I would take Briar and your daughter to the far hill, the loud noises may disturb little Bridgette, but you should still get a good view.”

Briar returned then with her daughter in her arms. Bridgette was a small child, like her namesake, the Countess, had been. She also shared a similar wildness to the one the Countess had in her own youth.

“Where will you be going, Countess Bridgette?” Viscountess Theresa

“I have set up a surprise for my dearest.”

“Oh, I had no idea Mr Chambers was here!” She bounced on her feet excitedly, and shook Harry's arm. “Did you know, Harry?”

“Perhaps we too should join the crowd to see the fireworks?” Like an angel, Bridgette thought, Harry tactfully redirected his wife's question and took her to join the other happy people in the fields in preparation.

The Marlcasters also departed, heading for the hill Bridgette had recommended to them, on the far side of the village to avoid little Bridgette being spooked by the loud noises of the fireworks.

“What is your surprise which you have kept so secret, then?” Annabelle nudged Bridgette, finally left alone.

“You mean my surprise for my dear husband?” Bridgette joked, linking arms with Annabelle and leading her down the path towards a familiar place. “You will just have to wait and see, come along.”

It was only a short walk to the quaint little barn where the couple had spent a short evening together. It was a sweet memory the two shared during a time of horrible uncertainty.

“Oh, the barn. I fondly remember the time we spent here.” Annabelle admitted the moment that old barn entered her field of vision.

“Well, your surprise is not finished yet though. I have a treat waiting for you up in the hayloft.” Bridgette led Annabelle up the rickety ladder for the second time,

Annabelle gasped sweetly as she popped her head over the top of the hayloft. “Oh it's a beautiful little feast!”

Bridgette had laid a wide spread of various foods. There was toffee, fruits, biscuits and a pair of steaming mugs. “The toffee is from Yorkshire,” Bridgette enthusiastically explained. “And this is hot chocolate. I have never had it before, myself, though I'm sure you have. I wanted to give you some strawberries, too, but they are no longer in season.”

“It is perfect, my dear.” Annabelle pulled Bridgette to lean against her, pressing their heads together.

“Oh!” Bridgette jumped away from Annabelle. “We should even have a beautiful view of the fireworks, from here.” She jumped up, grabbing Annabelle's hand in the process, dragging her to her feet and towards a rotted gap in the barn's wooden walls.

Through the hole was a beautifully unobstructed view of the endless starry night sky. After a few minutes of waiting, and a few sneaky kisses, the pair of lovers were startled by the sudden banging noise of the first few fireworks.

After a brief moment of shock and giggles, the two settled back into each other's comfortable company, leaning against one another, watching the bright fireworks steadily littering the open sky long into the evening.

Tags: @choicesficwriterscreations @rosesnink

[choicespride]

Choices Pride 2024 Week 3 Masterlist

Bachelorette Party

aisha bhatt early in her trans journey - Aisha Bhatt - @gaiuskamilah

SpreadJoy #887 - Aisha Bhatt - @storyofmychoices

Blades of Light and Shadow

SpreadJoy #892 - Baroness Isadore - @storyofmychoices

Bloodbound

question of the day: who restrained them - Gaius Augustine; Adrian Raines - @gaiuskamilah

The Crown and The Flame

SpreadJoy #893 - Kenna Rys - @storyofmychoices

Desire & Decorum

SpreadJoy #890 - Miss Annabelle Parsons - @storyofmychoices

The Elementalists

Anitha and Griffin Picrew - OC (Anitha Russell); Griffin Langley - @lover-also-fighter-also

The Freshman Series

SpreadJoy #891 - Zig Ortega - @storyofmychoices

Getaway Girls

SpreadJoy #888 - Anita Descartes - @storyofmychoices

Hollywood U/Red Carpet Diaries

SpreadJoy #889 - Thomas Hunt - @storyofmychoices

It Lives Anthology

MC Lookbook - nb!MC (Keagan Burke, ILW) - @peonyblossom

Open Heart

Kinky!Sydney - m!MC (Sydney Valentine) - @peonyblossom

maybe bryce needs to shut up sometimes okay - m!MC (Jensen Valentine) x Bryce Lahela - @mydemonsdrivealimo

Crossovers

Precious Picrews - Blades of Light and Shadow; Open Heart - Mal Volari; f!human!MC (Daenarya, BOLAS); nb!elf!OC (Nyx Selenastra, BOLAS); Bryce Lahela - @storyofmychoices

Trans Headcanons - America's Most Eligible; It Lives In The Woods - Teagan; Andy Kang - @peonyblossom

[uselessgay10101]

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!

This is a small Fanfiction for "Desire and Decorum"and is a Annabelle × MC fic.

(Also some aesthetic pictures cuz why not?)

Category: Some angst, fluff, romance.

Warnings: none

Triggerings: none

Words: 368

Ship/Paring: Annabelle × Isabella

Characters: Annabelle Parsons & Isabella Mills

Tagging: @scalpeljockeybrycelahela @fluffykitten246 @ntoraplayschoices @jayjaz14

(Also sorry if I left out a few things. I haven't finished the Annabelle romance yet (And I've seen other people's playthrough parts) and my last playthrough was Mr. Sinclaire...also yes I will write a fic for him too 😏😏😏)

It was unfair. Why couldn't the world just accept them for who they were? Why was it a husband or nothing? Isabella didn't mind having a husband, but now that she had met Annabelle...she couldn't imagine it anymore.

From the moment they met, as she had dropped her fan and she had given it to her, there was something there. A spark in the air that only they felt. When she told Annabelle she would rather marry her...she meant it.

When they had gone to the greenhouse to paint Isabella's portrait, if it weren't for how scared she was, she would have kissed her right there. When they had snuck off to hear what the men in the other room were saying and she finally kissed her, everything else disappeared.

She didn't care if Duke Richards walked in, she didn't care who else saw her, she didn't even care if it couldnt be more than that. She just kissed her. She pulled back and saw the love, care and affection Annabelle had for her. It was right. It didn't matter what anyone else said.

"Bella..."

"It's ok Annabelle. They won't come in for now anyway."

When she found out what relationship Mr. Chambers and Mr. Konvei had, she had never felt so close to someone. She and Mr. Chambers would just talk sometimes, explaining how they felt. Why? Why was it wrong? People just said it was wrong but...why?

When she and Mr. Chambers had to arrange their marriage, they knew it wouldn't be one of romantic love, but it would be an understanding one.

"I honestly wish it was Ms. Parsons on my arm."

"I think I understand how you feel Ms. Mills."

Her real marriage was secret, with only Mr. Chambers and Mr. Konvei as her Witnesses, but it was the most beautiful moment of her life. A diamond ring on her finger sparkilng under the night sky. So what if it wasn't a bride and a groom? It was still a wedding. It was still a vow that should be kept. And it was still love. And two women being in it didn't make it any less valid.

(Sorry it's so short I didn't know what else to write lol😣😅😆😆)

[peonyblossom]

What's a random gay ship of yours? It can be anyone within the app

okay not Choices but still PB are Mia x Katherine and Ezra x Wes !!!! I love them sooooo much

From Desire & Decorum i’m a big fan of mr. chambers and mr. konevi . the lavender marriage between mc and mr. chambers if you romance annabelle is so underrated !!!!

also whatever the fuck mal and tyril have going on? i support it

[sugarbubbleslove]

Staring into Flames (Garreth x Fem!OC)

Title: Staring into the Flames

Characters: Annabelle Winters, Garreth Weasley

Pairings: Pre-Annabelle/Garreth,

Rating: Teen

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything from the forum Hogwarts Legacy. WB owns Hogwarts Legacy and its characters. There is no copyright infringement intended. I do not make any profit/money or take any credit.

Summary: Her mind was whirling around, and she found her thoughts kept going back to one person.

Garreth Weasley.

Timeline: Hogwarts Legacy, AU for Gryffindor MC, Fifth Year

Warning: Gryffindor MC, Seer MC, angst, orphan background, child abuse (nothing explicit), flirting, Fifth Year

Author's Notes: Annabelle isn't the main MC (No ancient magic). She's been at Hogwarts since her third year. This will run alongside my other stories that I am working on, but it is not a necessity to read them (once they are up)

This is the backbone for a longer fic I'm working on for Annabelle/Garreth.

Series: You Make Loving Fun

(And this was meant to be a sweet and fluffy and cheerful one-shot…it didn't stay that way)

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Staring into the Flames

Annabelle Winters found herself staring up at the canopy of her bed, surrounded in red and gold and sighed deeply.

A clock chimed softly in the room, telling her time. Near midnight and she still wasn't sleeping.

Her mind was whirling around, and she found her thoughts kept going back to one person.

Garreth Weasley.

She kept falling back into her memories of her first day at Hogwarts. Sitting on the stool with the hat on her head, the whispers that filled her mind as it sorted through her memories, lingering on certain ones, asking her questions, the butterflies in her stomach then it shouted out her house where she was promised that she would find a new family, a new home.

A home away from hell.

Garreth made a space for her when the hat called out Gryffindor, alerting her to the cheers the table made for her. He shot a brilliant smile as she sat down next to him, flushing under everyone's curious looks.

Garreth had taken it upon himself to show her around Hogwarts on her first day. Cheerful and warm and welcoming and it had overwhelmed her.

She wasn't used to people treating her kindly, being warm and friendly. Treating her like she was a friend, instead of a burden that they didn't want to deal with.

Garreth had shown her Hogwarts. Showed her all the hidden places if she ever wanted to escape. The library and being chased out by Madam Scribner when he had laughed a little too loudly.

The Lake, which had caught her breath as she stared out at it. She barely remembered what it was like the night before, too caught up on how breathtaking Hogwarts had looked that seeing the sun sparkle upon the waves was mesmerizing.

She later snuck out that night too, just to see how it looked with the moonlight and she found that she couldn't decide what scene she liked better.

She had turned to look at Garreth only to find him staring at her with a smile she didn't recognise before he tugged on her wrist, telling her that there were more places to see.

Annabelle laughed as she followed him.

He was so kind. Always going out of his way to help people, to cheer them up whenever they were down. He would offer an ear to those who wanted to talk and help them take their mind off whatever it was for a short time.

Maybe it was because he was more confident this year. Summer had been good for him. He had always been taller than her – or was it that she was shorter than the others – but he seemed to have gotten a bit of a growth spurt and filled out more in the chest and shoulders.

(She had heard other girls talking about it earlier on, giggling and whispering to each other as they compared the boys. She was pretty sure she heard Sebastian mentioned at one point before he was dismissed as he barely saw the girls flirting with him…although she is pretty sure that she saw that the new fifth-year Ravenclaw might have gotten his attention…not that she was noticing these things).

He seemed to have a confident step to his walk, in the way he talked. He held himself differently, his smile more charming, the green in his eyes sparkling as he spoke. His laughter seems to fill the room, warming her.

Or maybe it's because Cressida Blume, her best friend, had been complaining about him non-stop since they came back to Hogwarts. Maybe that's what it was. Cressida had been complaining about Garreth was annoying her, acting cocky, and distracting everyone by blowing up his potions.

Briefly, she had entertained the idea of Cressida having a crush on Garreth but quickly lost that train of thought when she had to physically stop Cressida from trying to stab Garreth with her fork after the boy had knocked over a goblet of water, spilling it over Cressida's notes, sending the girl into a vicious rant as Garreth just gaped at her.

She knew then that Cressida did indeed not harbour a crush on Garreth Weasley but the urge to smack him silly into the Black Lake.

She knew that Garreth could rub people up the wrong way, especially with his potions – experiments, really – but she found that she liked the way he worked on his potions or whenever he got a new idea.

His eyes would light up, his hands gesturing, and he would rattle off a list of ingredients that he would be using in his potion, even asking her if she would be able to help him get them.

Oh…maybe it was the way his green eyes would be looking at her, pleading with a hopeful expression. The way his lips would curl up into that smile that made her want to do anything for him.

(And anything she did, she lost count of the times she procured some ingredients for his latest experiments).

Or maybe it was the late-night talks they would have when they couldn't sleep, bringing them to a world of their own, where no one else existed, where they were the centre of each other's world just for a short time.

Or maybe she was just being stupid.

Annabelle rolled her eyes with a soft groan and pushed the comforter off as she sat up, grabbing her robe and slipping it over her nightgown, slipping her feet into her slippers and she slowly made her way out of her room, careful not to wake up her roommates.

Especially Cressida, who was currently mumbling spells under her breath. A fond smile came to Annabelle's lips as she paused to watch her best friend then she shook her head. She was just glad that Cressida's spells didn't work in her sleep, having removed the wand far away from the other girl.

She had learned her lesson about letting Cressida keep her wand close by the hard way.

Annabelle slowly made her way down the stairs, her hand gliding over the bannister when an unfamiliar scent filled her senses, a sweet scent…flowers and honey.

Then the visions came, too fast, too brief, too much just as her hand tightened on the bannister as her knees weakened and she rested against the wall, breathing heavily.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let the emotions bleed out from her, centring herself before she exhaled slowly, a tear slipping free.

The visions featured the new girl.

Dark blue Ravens fluttered in the air above her. White and light blue magic swirled protectively around her.

Her dark blue eyes filled with tears. Her smile…so blinding, yet so broken.

And cupped in her hands was a heart, shattered and full of pain.

Annabelle wanted to scream, she wanted to rage, she wanted to slide down the wall and cry, to hide away from the world and the pain it wanted to inflict on everyone in its wake.

She hated her visions with a passion. So much hurt and fear and anger came because of them. She remembered the stones that would be thrown in her direction, the names she would be called because of what she said.

The terror whenever she would get one and would be forced to decide what she needed to do. Tell or keep her mouth shut.

The reactions when she did tell someone.

Witch. They called her. She should be burned at the stake. They threatened her.

Until it happened and fear would be shown in her direction. The terror was almost palpable and they'd keep their distance until they seem to forget, and the circle would start up again.

Witch.

How they were so right yet so wrong at the same time.

She made her way into the Gryffindor common room, drawn to the large couch next to the fire, which was still burning, and removed her robes as she sat down, curling up and drawing her robes around her like a blanket.

She stared into the fireplace, wishing she could clear her mind. Sometimes, the fire would warm her, soothe her. Listening to the pop and crackle of the wood burning beneath the flame, letting it carry her away to a world far from here.

Other times…it came with the smell of smoke, the screams of terror, the wind rushing around her as the flame flickered at her fingertips, reminding her…

"Annabelle."

Annabelle jumped at the sound of his voice, drawing her robes tighter around her frame as she looked up at the edge of the couch to see him standing there.

"Garreth!"

The concern gave way to a sheepish expression as he held up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry." His voice was low. His red curls were mussed, his robes thrown haphazardly over his sleepwear, and she frowned.

"What are you doing up?" she found herself asking.

Garreth stared at her for a long moment before he frowned.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

Annabelle shook her head, confused when Garreth sighed. "May I sit?" He gestured to the seat where her feet were. "It's a little awkward standing and talking to you."

Annabelle just stared at him, unblinking, for a moment before it dawned on her, and she felt her cheeks heat up.

"I'm sorry." She pulled her feet closer to her. "Of course, have a seat." She fumbled with the robe, wrapping it around her a little tighter as Garreth sat down on the space left for him and he sighed heavily.

She watched him carefully,

"So, why are you up?" he looked at her.

"I asked you first."

That got a ghost of a smile from him as he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at her. She merely stared back at him.

"Home sickness," he slowly admitted. "The beginning of the term usually has me feeling a little…unconnected from my family. As weird as it sounds." He gave her a self-conscious chuckle.

"You miss your family, that isn't weird." She sighed deeply. "They must miss you too."

"My younger sister hates it when I must leave to go to Hogwarts. She always wants to sneak into my bag so I can bring her here." Annabelle smiled at the image.

"How old is she?"

"Six. She will be turning Seven in October and she already has asked for her present. For us to come back home for her birthday. Including our older brother and sister."

"Yes, I have met them, briefly. Frederick, who is in Seventh Year and Gwendolyn, in sixth year. Both are Gryffindor because that's what Weasley does."

"Fred and Gwen, yes." He raised his index finger into the air. "And don't call them by their full name unless you would like them to pull rank," he warned her. "That's right only belongs to our mother." She smiled.

"I think I remember someone calling Gwen by her full name and got a leg-locking curse in return." Garreth chuckled at the memory as he nodded.

"Some Slytherin fifth year at the time. I think he tried to make a move on her. She was not highly receptive to his…attention if I remember correctly."

"Are you close to your younger sister?" she asked, lifting her arm to rest her elbow on the armrest and cupping her chin with her hand as she watched him.

"She's the baby. I was the first one to see her after she was born. She was so small, so loud." He grinned, clearly lost in his memories that it made her heart pang. She wondered what it was like to have a family, a sibling, to have someone to care about, someone who was a part of you.

"What's her name?" she found herself asking.

"Chloe." The love was clear in his voice.

"That's a beautiful name. It stands for a green shoot on a plant or flower. It's a symbol for blooming."

"You know your names." Garreth looked at her and she blinked as she came out of her thoughts then gave him a sheepish grin.

"I like finding out the meaning of names. It's always interesting to know if the person reflects their name."

Garreth let out a low hum as he nodded before he looked at her.

"My turn. Why are you up?"

"I couldn't sleep." She sighed heavily. "It's always like this when I come back to Hogwarts. It takes…a little adjustment."

"Noise?" he questioned, and she laughed, softly. He had no idea how close he was. She shook her head.

"Coming from a non-magical household to a magical castle," she explained, giving a truth as close as she could without giving anything away.

Only Cressida and the Professors knew she lived in an orphanage. Professor Fig suspected what went on in the orphanage, but he never asked her, and she never told him.

Cressida knew more.

Garreth made a noise at the back of his throat, and she glanced back up at him again. "It can take a little adjustment getting used to all the magical things around me."

"You never speak of your home."

"It's not an interesting conversation." She gave him a small smile, returning her gaze to the fire.

"I don't know. Seems like you are an interesting person." That made her cheeks heat up as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye to see him tilting his head before she returned to the fire.

She couldn't let him get too close. She tried hard to keep her distance from her housemate. Cressida managed to squeeze her way past Annabelle's walls before she could fully get them up, but she couldn't let Garreth gets too close, no matter how tempting it was.

"I can assure you that I am not interesting." Silence descended between the two of them, the only noise was the sound of the fire crackling when Garreth broke the silence.

"You know, it's a shame you never took Care of Magical Creature in our third year."

What? Annabelle blinked at the fire as she mulled over Garreth's words then glanced at him, even more confused when she saw the grin on his face.

"I was more concerned about controlling my magic." She gave him a suspicious look. "Adding in magical creatures didn't quite seem like a good idea at the time."

"I'm just saying you missed out on a really good class."

That made Annabelle curious about what he was talking about, and he smiled. "Especially since I know you like Diricawls."

That surprised her, and it must have shown because he smirked. "I saw those drawings. Those were good, by the way." She felt her cheeks heat up. She never knew that he had seen her drawings.

Clearing her throat, she refocused her attention on Garreth.

"Alright, tell me."

"So, it was our first class and Professor Howin was introducing us all to the wonderful creatures that we would be learning and caring for." He was grinning and being dramatic that she bit her lower lip to stop the smile from crossing her lips.

It only served to encourage him, flashing her a brilliant smile that made her cheeks heat up and her chest flutter.

"She said that diricawls were the creatures we were going to learn about as they are a harmless creatures. So, the class was going along great until one of the diricawls decided it didn't want to go back into its pen and hopped up onto Professor Howin's desk…and gave this look to Leander."

"Oh, that look." She knew the look. It was a defiant look, the challenge, the dare to come and capture it.

She always liked seeing that look. Sometimes she wished she could mimic that look.

"So, Leander, being Leander," that made a giggle slip out before she caught herself, cupping a hand over her mouth. He brightened, "Decided that he would be the one to capture the diricawl."

"Oh…no." She had a feeling where this story is going.

"Snuck up behind it, all stealth-like – commenting he was like a cat." She covered her eyes, "And he pounced, swift like toward the diricawl…which disappeared."

Annabelle tried her hardest not to let the laugher slip free, her hand dropping from her eyes to her mouth, meeting his dancing green eyes.

"So, he fell, face first into the mud – of course," that made Annabelle smile at the image, "Then the diricawl reappeared on his back and let out this bloodcurdling scream, Leander started screaming then the whole class is in an uproar, screaming and yelling that Professor Howin was trying her hardest to calm everyone down. Didn't work so well as the other diricawls thought it was a good idea to join in the screaming."

Annabelle pulled up her robes and buried her face into the fabric, muffling her laughter at the image of their classmates flailing around. Poor Professor Howin. The professor had her hands full with Poppy Sweeting and her love for the creatures, never mind the entire class acting up.

She could only imagine the expression on Professor Howin's face at the sight, could imagine Poppy's expression and she, briefly, wished she had been there for the class.

It took a moment before Annabelle managed to calm herself down, she pulled her robes down from her face to see Garreth's pleased smile and shook her head, fondly, at him.

"We eventually got the diricawls back into their pen. It did take Poppy calming them down and bribing them with food. They weren't too happy with the rest of us." Garreth chuckled as Annabelle wiped away the tears from her cheeks.

"And Leander?" She managed to ask.

"Oh, he hates the things. Refuses to have anything to do with them." He grinned and Annabelle burst into fresh laughter, dropping her head back into her robes.

It took a moment to control her laughter, to get her breath back and she pulled away from the robes, meeting Garreth's happy expression.

"I shouldn't have laughed. Poor Leander," she admitted with a sheepish smile.

"I am sure he would be happy to hear that," Garreth grinned. "He does have a hard time living it down. As a certain Slytherin likes to remind him occasionally."

"Is that the one who tends to…flirt with him? Cassie?" she asked, cautiously and he shrugged.

"Who knows when it comes to them. They are either flirting or fighting. Sometimes it's both at the same time."

That made Annabelle smile as she thought back on seeing Leander and Cassiopeia Black. The two of them have always been at each other's throats since her third year – although Cressida told her that it had been their thing ever since they first met each other in their first year.

Prewett and Black don't get along, Cressida had told her. It was a family thing, especially considering that the Black were of pure blood superiority. But she had never seen the attitude with Cassie.

The Slytherin girl was…aloof. If she was in the company of someone, it was Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, her fellow Slytherins but Annabelle always saw her on her own, keeping to herself.

Annabelle found herself admiring Cassie. The way she held herself, the way she walked, talked. Nothing fazed Cassie. If anything happened, she would just look at it with thinly veiled interest before she would move on.

She had seen people attempting to surprise Cassie, play tricks and pranks only for Cassie to deflect it quite masterfully and walk on.

However, when it came to Leander, there was something about the tall redhead that made Cassie stop in her tracks, stand to her full height and fire back insults, a fire to her spirit, to her eyes, even her lips.

Even Leander was different when it came to Cassie, not backing down. He was usually a sweet boy, stumbling over his words and unconfident in himself when she spoke to him but with Cassie, there was nothing of that boy.

"Sometimes it takes the right person to bring you out of your shell," she found herself saying, glancing up at Garreth. "She…seems to come alive when she's around him." She frowned and shook her head. "I am probably not making any sense-"

"You're right," Garreth gently interrupted, and she met his eyes curiously. "I got to know her through our potion classes. She's not as closed off as one would think considering the way she acts. But when Leander is around, it's like he just…"

"Draws a spark from her," she finished, and he nodded with a grin.

"Thought he would totally kill me in my sleep if he ever heard me saying this." She grinned. "I mean it, I can see my headstone now, 'smothered in sleep for gossiping'." That made her laugh again.

"He's not that mean." She protested.

"It sure feels like it sometimes," Garreth muttered under his breath, drawing an eye roll from her then she nudged at his thigh with her bare feet when Garreth wrapped his hand around it, drawing it onto his lap.

"You know how Leander is." Her eyes followed his movement, wiggling her toes when his fingers trailed over the tip of them then she met his green eyes. "He comes off as brash, but he does care for you. And he won't smother you in your sleep for gossiping about him." She smiled. "More likely to drop something in your drink."

That made Garreth laugh, ducking his head forward, causing his curls to fall and she watched, mesmerised by him. She had always been drawn to the fiery red curls, and how they would shine in the sunlight.

But here, against the glow of the fire, he seemed to radiate warmth, his hair taking on a golden glow that she found it hard to take her eyes off him.

"But when he's around her…" Garreth trailed off.

"He's more confident in himself. It is like she makes him forget what it's like to be nervous. He acts like the man you know he could be if he wasn't so unconfident."

"We are so dead in the morning." Garreth mused with a nod. "He's not even going to bury the bodies."

Annabelle laughed as she pushed her foot into his hand, enjoying the way he ran his fingers over the top of her foot. She wiggled her toes, drawing a smile from him as he tapped the tip of her big toe and glanced up at her.

"Can I ask a question?"

"You already did." She smiled at the look he was giving her. "But you're welcome to ask another one."

"Feisty." He had an amused smile playing on his lips and she rolled her eyes.

"You don't know everything about me, Garreth Weasley."

"I can see that." He chuckled as he shook his head before he tugged on her toe. "You never mention old friends." She licked her bottom lip. "You joined us in our third year, and you took to Cressida quickly."

"I think you will find it was actually the opposite," she corrected him, "She took to me quite quickly. Actually, now I think about it," she brought a finger to her chin thoughtfully, "She pretty much declared me as her best friend."

Garreth was laughing as she smiled, enjoying his laughter. She loved-liked! Liked his laughter. It always made her smile, feel warm, safe – if a laugh could do that, it would be Garreth's – and not so alone.

Like she would be. Cold. Alone. Shunned.

Witch.

"I was just wondering about your old school, the one you went to before you came to Hogwarts."

You should burn.

"Was it like Hogwarts? A big school?

Or maybe you should drown.

"No." She came out of her dark thoughts, her memories.

She would never have to go back there. She was in a new place, a new school, with new people.

But come the summer…heat wasn't the only hell.

"My school was small. Nothing fancy like Hogwarts. We'd get to leave when school was finished. We never stayed there."

Garreth made a noise of wonderment. She knew that the students of Hogwarts didn't know much of the non-magical world. How things were different there than it was here.

How people couldn't protect themselves with magic in the non-magical world. Even so…those who did have magic still couldn't protect themselves.

Not if they wanted to bring down the wrath of the Ministry for daring to break their rules. Rules that non-magical did not know.

"And the students? Did you make friends?"

Stones thrown.

Curses.

Taunting.

It was hard to look back at the memories. Hard to see the faces. They'd blur together, morphing into one.

"No." She shook her head. "People didn't want to be friends with someone who could make weird things happen just by being there." She swallowed nervously.

That was the wrong thing to say as Garreth frowned and her nerves flared.

"Weird things? I thought your magic didn't manifest until before our third year?"

"Not…exactly," she murmured as she looked away from him toward the fire and maybe that was the wrong thing to do as it brought back even more memories.

The flames licked the fabric, rushing up and surrounding the windows.

The screams as they fought against the door, the lock clicking defiantly. The pounding of fists against the wood

And her…just staring at the flames.

"My magic would flare up. Mostly when I was," Tormented, "Upset. Once I knew what was happening, or at least understood that I was the reason, I found a way to…control it."

The implication was clear in the silence before his breath hitched and she looked at him to see the horror in his expressive green eyes.

"You…supressed your magic?" he sounded incredulously, and she slowly nodded.

"I know."

"You could have…" he trailed off.

"I know." She sighed, giving him a look. "Professor Fig told me everything. After he gave me into trouble for supressing my magic. But there is something you need to understand. Not everyone in the non-magical world is…ready for what we can do. And not everyone is accepting of it."

She fell silent as she picked at her nails, frowning as she tried to push back her memories of the orphanage. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about it, not while she was too close to him.

He was easy to talk to, easy to confide in. She felt he could understand her, that he wouldn't judge her so it would be so easy to tell him the truth.

However, she knew from experience that no one is who they seem. And no matter how much she wanted to, it was safer – for both of them – for her to keep her secret deep within herself.

"It must have been weird when someone showed up to say you were a witch."

"It was your aunt." She smiled sadly at the memory.

"Aunt Matilda?" he asked, surprised and she nodded.

"She had been the one task to track me down. She took me to a little park down the way and explained the situation to me. Said it was unusual for a student to be found later in the years of Hogwarts – although I think the new Ravenclaw might have me beat there."

"But I thought Professor Fig was the one to meet you? Aunt Matilda never said anything when I saw her that summer."

"She suggested Professor Fig after we had our conversation. Professor Fig was in a better position to explain the situation. It took some time, but it eventually was resolved, and I was able to come to Hogwarts. He was the one to take me to Diagon Alley to get my wand and things and I stayed with him and his wife until it was time to come Hogwarts. Mostly because they had to teach me two years' worth of classes."

"And your home? Did they understand?"

"In a way."

There was nothing she could say that would describe how they had reacted, how they had treated her.

Knowing that she was going to Hogwarts, knowing that she would be away from the orphanage for a year was the hope that she clung to, shining brightly amongst the darkness and the pain.

She knew Garreth wanted to ask her more questions. She could see it on his face. He had the most expressive face she had ever seen. He was never good at lying. Something Leander like to exploit whenever Garreth had gotten up to something and was trying to hide it from his best friend.

Both sat in silence for a long moment when the clock chimed softly, and she looked up before she sighed heavily.

"We should go to bed. Even though it is the weekend, no doubt our friends will want us up bright and early to get a start on the day."

Garreth groaned at the thought, and she couldn't help but laugh at the sound. It was a break in the mood that had descended over them.

"At least Cressida will be nice to you in the morning. Leander, on the other hand, will probably drag me out of my bed by my ankle."

"I don't know about Cressida," Annabelle hummed under her breath, "She has been working on her spells and I'm pretty sure she might have perfected her aguamenti charm." She pulled a face. "I think she is trying to add flavour to it now so she can sneak drinks in the library."

Garreth gaped at her, and she smiled. "Cressida hasn't quite learned her lesson about annoying the Librarian. I do wonder how Madam Scribner survives both Cressida's spell work and Sebastian's frequent attempts to break into the Restricted Section."

"I am surprised that the Librarian came back this year after the trouble she had last year," Garreth grumbled.

"Maybe it only made her more determined to protect the library."

"Then good luck to her. O. and N.E. on the line, and with our year having the exams…well, we all know how hectic our year can be."

"Not to mention you and your affinity for potions." She glanced at him from under her eyelashes with a smile.

"And you and your affinity for flying. I thought Madam Kogawa was going to turn you upside down for that stunt you pulled."

That made her laugh aloud, bringing up her robes to muffle her laughter as she shook her head. "You also gave Professor Black some grey hair if I remember correctly. I think I heard him mumbling about needing a mirror."

That made her laugh harder at the image as she reached out one hand to slap Garreth on the shoulder as he chuckled.

"It wasn't that bad of a stunt," she protested as she pulled her robes away, giving a hiccup that made Garreth laugh harder, and she rolled her eyes at him.

"I don't know. Cressida was certainly upset with you afterwards," Garreth remarked as he grinned, amusement dancing in his eyes as she held her breath, trying to get rid of her hiccups.

"Don't. I think I still have the scars from her lecture," she breathed out slowly, testing herself.

"Not literal ones I hope." Garreth's eyes scanned her, and she scoffed, fighting down the blush that threatened to fill her cheeks under his gaze.

"She's not that bad. Despite your best attempt to rile her up."

"Me?" His hand went to his chest in mock despair. "I do not know what you are talking about my dear lady."

"Oh no, don't you try and charm your way out of this." He arched an eyebrow at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"You think I'm charming?"

"And you're deflecting the conversation." She nudged at his hand again with her foot before pulling her foot away before he could grasp it. "And we really should go to bed before your aunt comes in because someone decided to blab." She glanced at the portraits around them and Garreth blanched.

"Good idea." He stood up first, stretching his arms over his head and her eyes locked onto the bare skin of his stomach that was revealed when his nightshirt rose with his movements.

She bit her bottom lip when she noticed a trail of dark red hair dipping beneath his night trousers before swiping her tongue over her bottom lip and clearing her throat when his shirt dropped back into place, darting her eyes off to the side to pretend she hadn't been watching him.

A hand came into view, and she stared at it for a moment before lifting her eyes to meet his green ones then slipped her hand into his, letting Garreth pull her up from the couch, her feet sliding into her slippers, his other hand catching her robe as it slid down her body.

Her breath caught in her chest when Garreth slowly straightened to his full height, and she found herself staring into his eyes.

"Here," his voice sounded hoarse, "I'll help you put this on." He opened the robe and she swallowed nervously, acutely aware that she only was wearing a thin nightgown that tugged tight in places.

Annabelle slowly turned around and slipped her arms through the sleeves, sighing when he pulled the robes over her shoulder then slowly slid his hands down her arms as he leaned in.

She closed her eyes when his scent washed over her then his fingers gently tugged at her hair, pulling it free from the robes then lightly glided down her back.

"There we are." She swallowed nervously before she turned around, tugging her robes close and gave him a small smile.

"Thank you." She leaned in. "Such a gentleman," she teased, trying to break the tension between them and he smile.

"Anytime." With that, they made their way up the stairs, reaching the landing that split them up to the fifth years' rooms and they turned to face each other, and Annabelle found herself unwilling to pull away from him.

Garreth seemed to be feeling the same way as her as he looked down at her with a look on his face that she couldn't quite describe but she knew they needed to make the parting quickly. Every moment spent lingering was a moment closer to being caught.

"Hey." She drew his attention and gave him a smile. "Thank you. For telling me about your first day in Care of Magical Creatures." She shrugged softly. "It was nice to take my mind off things. And I promise not to tell Leander what you told me."

That got a sheepish smile in return.

"Thank you, for sharing with me a little bit of your history." His smile turned softer, genuine. "I won't tell anyone, even my aunt."

"Thank you." Gathering her courage, she pushed herself on tiptoes and pressed her lips against his cheek, feeling the start of a stubble and it sent shivers down her spine before she pulled away, dropping back onto her heels, glancing up to see Garreth was looking at her lips before he raised his eyes to meet hers.

"Goodnight," Her voice was low, almost hushed and he swallowed.

"Goodnight."

Annabelle pulled away from him, drawing her hand from his as she stepped up the stairs, never taking her eyes off him.

"I will see you soon."

That got a smile from him as he watched her.

"I'll hold you to that."

With a smile, Annabelle turned around and made her way into her room, softly closing the door behind her so she didn't wake up her roommates and with a small twirl, making way over to her bed, her cheeks hurting from smiling and she placed her hands over them, feeling how warm they were.

She was as giddy as a lovesick girl, but she found that she didn't care. She had spent another night talking to Garreth, getting to know him better and opening a little more to him and she wondered if it was a possibility for them, in the future…

Cressida's sleepy voice, commanding spells, brought her out of her daydream and her smile faded as the reality of her situation dawned on her.

This wasn't a good idea.

He was the nephew of the deputy headmistress, who was keeping a close eye on both him and her.

She was an orphan, who was a freak growing up for her ability to see the future, tormented by those who were supposed to protect her.

Her heart heavy, sinking deep into her chest she let out a sigh as she reached her bed.

No. She couldn't give herself hope like that. She pulled back the covers, kicked off her slippers and removed her robes, hanging it over the nearby chair and climbed into her bed, pulling the covers over as she turned onto her side.

She knew what she needed to do, despite what she wanted to do, no matter how tempting it was.

Annabelle will do what she did best. Shove her feelings down deep. Keep up her walls and survive.

She could only be friends with Garreth Weasley, nothing more.

Pushing down the lump that formed in her throat, she turned her face into her pillow and allowed a tear to slip free.

It was better, for all of them.

The End