#i actually thought i outgrew fanfiction for a bit there

[bougonia]

hmm. i hate to say it but i do think my art was more creative when i was smoking weed.

[queensilber]

Supernatural: Witch‘s Canyon

Posting everything in this book that i think you need to know, lets go!

Summary:

Okay, so, the boys head to the Grand Canyon to solve a case of a fourty-year murder cycle. The spirits of variouse humans and animals alike attack the locals and they need to find out why and how to stop it.

It is set somewhere in Season two.

My opinion:

This was so much fun. Like, it was really like watching an episode, just a lot longer and with the magic ability to see into Sam and Deans (and a bunch of other characters) heads.

It also gave a little bit of a fanfiction vibe, just with the addidtion that everything is cannon and that all the random little facts and quotes are a real thing (i‘ll list those in a second)

And also there were flashbacks of their childhood??? That made me cry??? I hated john winchester before, but now even more so. (More about the flashbacks below too)

So yea, it was definetly worth it and i cant wait to read the others!!

Songs:

This is the music Sam and Dean listened to during the course of the book (some locals listened to music too, but i did not list those)

- „paranoid“ by Black Sabbath

- „turn the page“ by Bob Seger

- unspecified tape by Bad Company

Flashbacks:

There are two flashbacks to Sam and Dean‘s Childhood:

- the first one is Dean Remembering a time when John made him and Sam run through an obstacle course at age twelve and eight. Dean had to shoot a gun during it, Sam just had to point and yell „Bang!“.

In the process of that Sam got injured and cried and John yelled at him to keep going and that he was doing poorly. Dean comforted his brother and encouraged him, leading to sam actually making it. Sam did it and Dean cheered, but john kept yelling at them to keep going to the next obstacle.

- the second one was from when Dean was fourteen and Sam was ten. Their Dad gave them backbags and said what was in them could last them fir four days and they all went on a hike together.

In the middle of nowhere john then saud that they should not trust anyone on what they are told and left them alone, telling them that they should find their way (at very least two days of walk) back themsleves and they shouldnt have relied on him so much and he just… left.

When they checked their backbags they found that most in it was useless and they were also filled with rocks to make it seem like it was more than it was.

Thats so fucked up, like

Those are children. And the worst part, when Dean rememvers this he thinks of it almost positively because it taught him a valuable lesson. I cant even begin to describe how my heart hurt for them.

Random facts:

Here are some facts from the book, i do t know anymor if those are mentioned in the show too, but it hardly matters, i think:

- Sam outgrew Dean at the age of 16

- Dean felt gutity over Jessicas death and thought that it was a „more solid basis“ of guilt than Sam had on the matter

- Sam can differentiate between uniforms of different wars in history just by a look

- Dean hates Rats. A lot.

Quotes:

Some quotes from the book:

John Winchester hunted monsters, ghosts, demons — the creatures most people only believed in deep down in their 3:00 am hearts, abd that they laughted off when the sun was bright and their spirits high.

It was a habit Dean had picked up from Dad — reffering to what they did as a „job“. To Sam it was nore of a Mission, even a calling.

„Sammy really likes cops,“ Dean said. „If he didnt have any talents he might have become one“

Sometimes he thought Dean wouldnt mind dying if he could go out in a blaze of glory, as the saying went. In moments of fairness, Sam knew that wasnt true. Dean didnt care about the glory; he cared about making a difference.

„I‘m coming around to the point, Sam.“ „He‘s Dean,“ Sam corrected. „I‘m Sam“. „Sorry, For some reason, you just look more like a Dean to me“

Gilmore Girls reference?

„You tried to shoot my brother“ Dean said.

Sam belived in a highter power, Dean didnt. Sam didnt have any special knowledge that Dean lacked, handt seen or heard or met God.

Lol, not yet.

Dean had been a kid, hadnt ever had a chance to become anything other than what Dad had made of him. That, finally, was the gulf between them — the canyon that could never be bridged.

Dean was an amazing guy, Sam knew, with skills and abilities most people would never imagine, and smarts Dean himself wouldnt credit, even though he relied on them all the time. And yet, at times like this, he was so humble, so unassuming, that he seemed almost unaware of the importance if his iwn contributions. At other times, of course, that humility vanished. Knowing and accepting both Deans, he guessed, was what being brothers was all about. Maybe I wouldnt want to be Dean, he thought, but i‘m sure glad I have him araound.

STOP MAKING MY CRY WTH

So anyways, that book sure was an experiance and i cant wait for the next one! I‘ll post a review of that as well and will update that post with a link to it one i‘m done!

Xoxo! <3

Next>

[kookiesbadhabits]

My Firsts [M] no. 1

gif credit

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6?

SUMMARY: three hot boys. one girl. college!au.

PAIRING : vminkook x reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

GENRE: fluff, introduction

Part 2 (real plot) coming 5.21.18-5.23.18 

Description

A love... square? I love me some maknae line okay?

So this might be the ONLY story I have ever made a draft for with an ONGOING series in mind, instead of just a smutty oneshot. Don't get me wrong, there's going to be a whole lot of sin, but expect minimal porn logic, but real plot. These boys' characters are based on my life, but in not wanting it to hit too close to home, I'm adding a bit of a twist. 

Based on a true story: that is my mess of a love life (like seriously my life can seem very fanfiction with the level of drama with these three boys. also minus the smut in my life of course, i wish my sex life were this exciting, but maybe in a world with almost no risk of contracting STDs or a world with effortless straight As in university courses) The characters are inspired by some past loves in my life, so this should be a fun little ongoing series I want to try out. 

Also, for context, all three boys plus reader are the same age. 

Opening/Prologue?:

*READER POV*

Boys in general sure are dangerous, but god, these three in particular are on a whole other level. How did I earn such luck to find myself with our paths all intersecting at once?

THE BOYS:

Kim Taehyung was my first everything. Well, every "first" a clueless 8-year-old could comprehend. The first crush, the first boy to push me on the swing, the first guy best friend, the pure-and-filled-with-curiosity-and-confusion first kiss, the first boy I asked to be my boyfriend after all my classmates started asking each other out. He was the first to make me laugh the hardest I ever thought I could; the first to make me cry the hardest I ever could. The first boy to break my heart: my first "almost love". That was who he was to me from elementary to junior high. 

Can you blame me for taking the emotions so seriously? I was just a young, ignorant tween with all my hormones out of whack. None of that should matter anymore, it was a small piece of my past, a small milestone in life, it should have been completely irrelevant to who I became and where would bring me, or us. I guess I was a fool to think it would be entirely irrelevant, we are attracted to what we're familiar with after all. 

Nevertheless, Taehyung was such a blurred fragment of my past, I was already a completely different person by the time we ran into each other for the first time in six years, right there on our university's orientation day. So why did bumping into him and slowly recognizing him feel like a truck against my chest? Seeing him shouldn't have struck such a heavy chord with me, so why?! 

The least of my worries should be none other than Park Jimin, I know this for sure. He was my high school sweetheart, my first real boyfriend, first real kiss . . . first to be intimate with. Two years of growth well spent, back when neither of us had developed a sliver of personality. Our relationship had its fair share of cataclysmic moments, but it was worth it in knowing how well we existed together in that snippet in time. 

We fought frequently due to the difference in our values and passions, and our clashing personalities in general. He was my exact opposite, aloof, childish, an improviser, clueless, innocent and hopeful. I was reserved, serious, ambitious, a careful planner, too mindful for my own good; a realist. I was aware that our relationship had slim chances of keeping its strength after graduation, with him not enrolling to the same post-secondary school. Not to mention, our relationship had been kept a secret from my family for its entirety due to my parents and their rules to keep me focused on my studies. 

As I predicted, after high school graduation we had grown stagnant in our relationship, no longer growing as people. He was a safe anchor, a source of unconditional love, so unconditional that neither of us worked to help improve the other anymore. I loved him but I outgrew him, so naturally I broke up with him on the worst possible day: the day after our 23rd month together, the same day as his father's first death anniversary. I knew it would paint me as the worst person in his eyes, but maybe that's just how I wanted it.

Finally, there is the most dangerous of all, in that I cannot deduce why I feel such a strong pull towards him. He is exactly not my type and it doesn’t add up. I was introduced to him as I was being absorbed into a friend group by my first uni friend, he instantly became the first man in uni to have an energy that effortlessly drew me towards him. This man is Jeon Jungkook, a cheeky flirt clearly hiding behind the mask of a self-fulfilled prophecy as an asshole. 

In the first instances we had met, Jungkook spent two hours pining for my attention, like a child scrambling towards a shiny new toy. Killing time in the library, our "study" group played a bootleg version of Cards Against Humanity. I had read him enough to know what would make him laugh, and he proved so in his verbal praise on my anonymous answers. The whole while we felt connected, we met after all. In just meeting, I knew the universe had already shifted for us. He spent the whole rest of the day finding excuses to continue to spending time with me, actually the whole rest of the term. 

Sadly, I knew he spelled nothing but trouble. Fortunately, it was the kind of trouble I was longing for.

Anyways, enough blathering on about these three boys with such vague air to it, why don't I start from the beginning? I'm ________, 18 years old, in the middle of my first year of university, and had no idea what I was about to get into.

Chapter 1 - Chance Meetings

“CHILDHOOD FRIEND: THE FIRST CRUSH”

"Hey ______," an unfamiliar and rather deep voice calls out to me as I brushed past a small huddle of friends in the crowded university centre.

I instinctively replied hey back, only to stop in my tracks in realizing I didn't recognize the voice. Stunned, and a little confused, I glance over only to lock eyes with a complete stranger with a small friendly smile walking away in the opposite direction.

With a perplexed look plastered on my face, the stranger brushes past his group of friends towards me. My curiosity compelled me to stay put. My eyes, and head naturally tilted up slightly to keep eye contact. He was tall. His sweater was from some high school other than mine, so he couldn't be an old classmate. He just kept smiling at me, beaming like he had met an old friend.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I finally asked politely. 

He chuckled, "You don't remember me?" gesturing towards himself, pausing as if waiting for his appearance to sink in with my memories. I was still stumped no matter how long the pause, and honestly it was getting too awkward to bear for someone like myself, who doesn't usually voluntarily make small talk with people, much less with strangers.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I do?" I replied, furrowing my brows trying to will some kind of familiarity still looking up at him and his big boxy smile. 

"You look great though!" He continued, practically disregarding my current confusion. "You here for orientation too? This little scavenger hunt is pretty lame, don't you think?" 

Not wanting to be rude, I put on my best socializing voice. "Aww, thank you!" I replied, matching his friendly energy. "I'm actually not. My sister brought me to give me the tour herself, she told me how boring orientation would be."

As we carried on, I kept thinking about who the heck this mans could possibly be? We ended up talking about high schools, he went to XX high, and I mentioned I went to YY high. I noticed his hoodie was not just any school sweater, he was in vocal jazz. 

"So he sings," I thought as I pondered who I knew as a friend that was a good singer. 

Finally, his goofy smile sinks in, and my eyes grew wide and lips pursed into a small 'o' 

"Oh my god, Taehyung?!" I exclaimed, he only laughed at my reaction, though pleased I finally recognized him.

"Most people call me V now but hearing you call me that is so nostalgic," he smiled softly. 

I blushed a little recalling that he had said I looked great, what with the onrush of memories hitting me like a truck. Holy shit, he looked good, grew his hair, parted down the middle, but somehow he was making it work. 

We had talked a little more, asking for bits and pieces on the last couple of years we had been out of each other's loop. That's right, he moved after 7th grade, it had really been nearly 6 years, he had no social media, and our social circles never overlapped. 

We could only talk a moment more before realizing he was keeping his group waiting, and I, my sister. 

Before he could end up out of my life again, I impulsively asked, "What's your number? We should keep in touch!" 

"Wow, _______ since when did your introverted ass have the balls to utter such words?" I thought to myself, mentally biting my tongue, but what's done was done. 

He smiled warmly but with some slyness in his eyes, "I already follow you on Instagram, no worries." 

I was stunned once again, "His name had never shown up on my follower list?" I thought. Before I could say anything, he had jogged to catch up to his group and so I turned to my sister. 

“HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART: THE FIRST BOYFRIEND”

As usual, my last bus home from campus had to be unbelievably delayed due to the heavy rain. I was on the phone with my ex-boyfriend, now awkward best friend. 

"Are you sure about it? I can really just wait for another bus," I spoke into my phone as I huddled in the roofed shelter of the bus stop, the chilly night air starting to bite through my jacket.

It had gotten pretty dark, despite it only being six in the evening. However, the shadiness of downtown undoubtedly had me on alert.

"It's really no problem, I'm already finished my classes today," Park Jimin replied on the other end. "I don't like the idea of you being alone this late, downtown of all places."

I could hear in his voice that he was already getting up from bed to pick up his keys and head for his car. He already had his mind set and there was little I could do to stop him. He could tell from the pause in my voice I was unsure about the whole thing. The breakup may have been amicable, but it still hurt a little to be with him not being able to instinctively reach for his hand for comfort. In fact, I had been careful not to give him opportunities to come and see me. Yet, here we are.

A drunkard was already beginning to babble out in the streets, with people doing good to veer past him. I watched him warily, slouching to lessen the prominence of my chest, tucking my hair in the folds of my jacket to lessen chances of easily being pulled by the strands. 

"I guess that would be best," I admitted. "Please drive safely." 

"Keep the call on, okay?" Jimin requested with the usual soft concern. "I need to know you're safe there, too."

I smiled, "We couldn't be together anymore, but I'm really happy this is where our relationship led up to," I thought.

In less than twenty minutes, I could see a familiar car approaching towards my stop.

"Get in quickly, _______." he said, also alert by his surroundings now full of potential threats.

I scurried over to his car, and got in quickly, greeted by his familiar welcoming smile. I kept my hand from doing its conditioned action of opening to await his fingers to interlock with mine. He kept his hand on his gear-shift, despite never doing that before and with his car not being manual.

"This is a decent compromise," I thought and smiled to myself, letting my lids bat lightly, the day's events catching up with me. 

Slowly, I let myself fall asleep as usual in our drives, and he woke me gently upon nearing my complex. My roommate, Jean, waited patiently for me to get home safely, leaving a light on. 

Jimin and I exchanged a brief hug at the door, and I thanked him again for his kindness. I watched him walk away as I slowly closed the door. As I thought, there's still a bit of melancholic air in his smile when we see each other.

"I'm sorry, Jimin." I whispered under my breath with him too already too far away to hear. Not that he hadn't already heard that enough times before.

“THE STRONG PULL/NOT-MY-TYPE TYPE: THE FIRST MAN ”

"Oh yeah, since I'm practically absorbing you into my friend group, you've met Jin already but this is Jungkook," Kim started as I sat next across from her in our usual study spot in the library. 

I looked to him, establishing eye contact to give him a sup nod with a smile, he laxly raised a hand and raised his brows to acknowledge the greeting. 

I had met all Kim's guy friends from high school, but none of them piqued your interest in this way. Before even sitting down, I had already spotted him after my eyes found Kim. He was an unfamiliar and attractive individual, emanating energy with a distinct warning written all over it: "TROUBLE".

Nonetheless, I couldn't resist initiating the game that started the moment the universe decided to shift in tune with our meeting. 

In spending no more than half an hour with them, I found Jungkook persistently trying to shift my attention towards him whether it be to tell a witty remark or to try and make me laugh with poorly constructed jokes I had already read off the internet over five years ago. The cool air had to be a facade, all I could see was a dorky squish, spoiled for some attention.

I giggled none the less, to humour him (literally) and to end up one-upping him in the comedy department when we decided to play an app that was practically a bootleg of Cards Against Humanity. 

The phrase was "The worst thing to scream at my grandma's funeral" and my answer had been a blank where I typed, "RIP girl may your bingo wings flap your soul to heaven."

Jungkook, being the judge, burst into laughter mid-way into reading my answer out loud. 

"Whoever put that, good one," he said as he banged a hand against the table with his nose still crinkled in amusement. 

I raised a hand laxly, and he blinked at me, his eyes twinkled with a glint of further intrigue and curiosity. 

Jin ended up winning all the games, and when time came for Kim and I's class, Jungkook quickly got up with us. 

Growing tired of the library scene, Kim and I moved to go to the university centre to get some food. Jin and Jungkook naturally tagged along behind us. I don't know how they did it, but Jin and Kim disappeared for god knows what counselor, leaving me alone with Jungkook. 

We sat with no more and an inch separating us and he looked to me with the same curiosity and intense gaze. I had voiced my discomfort about being left alone. 

"Why are you scared to be alone with me?" Jungkook asked bluntly. "I don't bite."

"Ah, I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid of being alone with people I just met," I corrected him. "Don't flatter yourself."

By this time, we had easily established some playful banter between us, with him every now and then joking about not being able to handle too much of gaze. Before I knew it, he was telling me a bunch of stories about parties and trips to Paris I didn't ask about.

"Yeah, I woke up with just some girl's bare ass bouncing on my jeans." He continued, trying too hard to show how admired he was by the ladies. 

"We get it, hun, you're hot," I thought through a split-second of lidded eyes before raising my brows again to politely portray my interest in his stories. 

As he was finishing up a story about a flock of French girls crowding him during his class trip to Paris, I sighed in relief to see Kim and Jin approaching. Jungkook was cute, but he was still a boy in my eyes, needy and arrogant. I was fascinated by his character nonetheless, I had never met someone who could sound so full of himself, yet  still seem like just some dorky squish.

Kim and I got up to start walking towards our class building.

"Aw man, it's probably rush hour so I can't drive home even if I wanted to," he spoke to himself aloud. "What class do you guys have?"

"Psych," Kim replied as he pulled the other strap over his shoulder. 

"I might as well sit in your class," Jungkook spoke casually, as if not to sound like he actually wanted to spend more time with us.

"You do you," Kim nodded as she gestured for me to follow her. 

It was only 2:15 pm. I looked over my shoulder to Jungkook, we locked eyes again, I swear I could see his pupils dilate in those big brown eyes. I gave him a small smile before following ahead.

He ended up sitting in our class, beside me the whole time trying to jokingly distract me every now and then. Many times, he showed signs of wanting to leave, leaning over into my ear to whisper.

"When does this class end?" His voice was low and hushed and too close to my ear.

I refused to give him any reaction for satisfaction though and simply whispered back, "Not for another 45 minutes."

He ended up pulling out a book, piquing my interest even more, "A boy into reading on his spare time?!" I screamed in my head. I, _______, had never in my life seen a boy reading a book for pleasure. 

We carried on with class this way, and I just smiled thinking to myself, "Silly Jungkook, everyone knows rush hour isn't until 4pm, you're not fooling anyone you squish."

~ END OF CHAPTER 1 ~

A/N: Ho man 2/3 of these stories are 100% true tbh I may as well have said their real names. It's 2:30 AM now that i've finished this. Worth it. I am so inspired by the comeback and have been craving to start writing again. So I can't wait to get to putting my ideas for this series into ink.

[saltylikecrait]

I show not your face but your heart’s desire

Gasp. Another Hogwarts AU for Finnrey Friday? My head said pirates, but my heart said, “Go back to your bad fanfiction roots.”

Actually, I was brainstorming a pirate story when I was working on the chapter with the dark mirror scene for my TLJ rewrite. I sat there for a moment, looking over my notes and novelization screenshots and said to myself, “Did Rian Johnson steal this idea from Harry Potter?”

And so, this fanfic was born. It almost wrote itself.

Warning: Mentions of child abuse and neglect, food insecurity, body image issues. Puberty sucks.

She stood in front of the mirror, gazing into the reflection of herself.

“Let me see my parents,” she begged. “Please.”

The reflection in the mirror shifted, showing her the image of two people that she believed were her parents. Rey could see herself in their pale skin, the color of the woman’s hair, the shape of the man’s face…

This was not the first night she spent in the library after hours in front of this mirror. Ever since she found it weeks ago, Rey found herself drawn into the pull of its enchantment. She snuck in at least three nights out of a week, longing to gaze into the faces of the people she wished to know. It would be so easy to be bewitched by this mirror, she imagined; so easy to spend her life staring into the reflections until she withered away into nothing, no longer the reflection of the girl she was.

She would think that a Ravenclaw would be smart enough to understand this and reject the mirror’s captivation, but she still fell a victim to it and it was so easy for her to sneak into the library after curfew.

Rey, now a third year, had been doing this since she became brave enough in her first year to see how much she could toe the line of Hogwarts’ rules. Sneaking around came naturally to her, after all, she had years of practice while scavenging for scrap metal and electronic components out of junkyards and landfills. She had to if she wanted to survive. Her foster family turned out to be another one of those awful families that only allowed her into their home to get an extra boost of income from the government.

When she got her letter from Hogwarts, she had been overjoyed to discover that she could live in a world that she had thought would only remain a fantasy that she told herself to keep her going when times were particularly rough. She only had to deal with her foster family for a few months out of the year, telling them that her parents had left behind a fund for her to attend the boarding school that her mother had gone to and that she would only be back in the summer, if they still wanted her around and didn’t send her back to the system, that is. So far, she had only returned to them and back to a few months of awful scavenging that only was bearable because she knew that in September she would return to her real home.

But she never knew her parents; couldn’t remember their faces or if magic flowed in their veins like it did hers. Because of this, she wasn’t sure if the mirror was showing her the real faces of them or if it was just reflecting the image that she had created in her mind.

Some nights, she would sit in front of the mirror and cry in her solitude, keeping her sniffles muffled so that she would not rouse the attention of anyone patrolling the area. If she heard as much as a ruffle of pages, she would hide behind a bookcase close to the corner of the room, pushing herself into an empty shelf that was big enough for her to curl up in and facing away from the main area of the room so that she would not be spotted. The space was already a lot more cramped than she remembered it to be when she first discovered it and she wondered how long it would be before she outgrew it.

A shuffle of footsteps startled her out of her thoughts and she quickly turned to dive into her hidden spot. She only stopped when she heard a whisper of her name and turned her head to see her best friend in a patterned cotton bathrobe and gray sweatpants. Draped over his arm was a long piece of flowy black material that resembled the robes of the school uniform. The fluffy red slippers were a nice touch, probably her favorite part of this ensemble.

“Nice outfit, Finn,” she commented with a smirk.

He looked down at his clothes and then with a smug smile raised his head high. “Guy’s gotta look good when going out, you know. I bet you that soon this will be all the rage. I’m a trend setter around here.”

“Yeah, right,” she teased. “And Hux will be wearing his bathrobe to class.” She thought of the Slytherin prefect that took the school uniform so seriously that he was often seen fumbling with his green tie, trying to make it perfectly pin-straight and crease-free. He often looked like he was about to have an aneurysm whenever Finn walked around in his somewhat unconventional civilian clothes.

But Rey knew that Finn’s love of looking good had more to do about his upbringing and trying to hide it away than being voted Best Dressed. Like Rey, Finn had no family to speak of and was raised by a not-so-kind woman in an all-boys orphanage. At least Finn liked some of the boys there, but he had no idea if they would still be there when each summer came. He was happy for them when they were finally adopted, but he also knew that many of them simply decided that they would rather take their chances on the streets than wait around for something that might never happen. Finn’s clothes came from second-hand stores and donations. He was good at seeking out higher quality clothes to hide the fact that he had almost nothing. Rey thought that he looked particularly good in darker shades of red that complimented the deep brown tone of his skin. The Gryffindor scarlet and gold was perfect for him.

“How did you know I was here?” she finally asked.

He rolled his eyes. “I would know where my best friend would be, wouldn’t you think? Especially if she didn’t turn up at our meeting spot like she said.”

And that made Rey cringe, forcing her to look away from him so she would not meet his eyes out of guilt. She had forgotten that she and Finn were going to meet and do some exploring, probably eventually hiding out near the kitchens where they wouldn’t have to be afraid of getting caught.

They did this at least once a week since they first arrived at Hogwarts, becoming fast friends after bonding over their initial confusion over Platform 9 3/4 and sharing a compartment together on the Hogwarts Express. They were in similar positions and learning to navigate this new world on their own was easier when they had someone to share their fears and their shortcomings with. Rey was disappointed when they had been separated by house, but after Finn received the only possession left to him by his father, an invisibility cloak, they had found out a way to spend more time together.

The mirror was taking her away from the person that she cared about the most by luring her with false promises and pretty images. And for that, Rey was ashamed of herself and her eyes welled with tears at the thought.

“Woah, hey…” Finn held his hands up like he was trying to soothe a wounded animal. “What’s wrong?”

But she only shook her head.

“Did you want to be alone? I can leave…” Finn was panicking, afraid that she was angry at him.

Rey gasped and held her hands out to stop him, to try to convince him that he wasn’t the issue. “I’m sorry that I forgot,” she sniffed. wiping her tears away with her sleeve. “It’s not you, I promise.” Then she grabbed his hand and led him over to the mirror. “I need to show you something.”

With a quick glance at the mirror, Finn looked back at her, his face etched with the markings of confusion. “What is this?” he asked. “A mirror?”

“This has been distracting me,” she explained. “I’ve come to the library for a couple of nights each week to see this.” Approaching the mirror, she saw the figures of her parents staring back at her. “Look,” she pointed. “I think these are my-”

Before she could finish, Finn gasped and nearly shoved her out of the way to stand in front of the mirror. “Rey, look at this. Can you see it?”

Taken aback by his behavior, she figured by the way he acted that he was not seeing what she had seen in the mirror. “What do you see, Finn?”

Turning around in his steps suddenly, he looked at her with fear that he was seeing things. “I- you don’t see it?”

“Not what you see, I bet.”

He described the image. “I’m an adult, and I’ve left the home for boys,” he starts. “Magic has given me a career that I enjoy. I’ve mastered invisibility spells, and I have created a longer-lasting invisibility cloak. The Ministry of Magic has offered me a job. I can finally afford what I need and what I want. And-” he stops, a blush appears across his face and he looks at Rey with embarrassment.

“And?” she prompts.

“You’re there, too. With me, I mean.”

Thinking that she understood the implication of his sentence, Rey decided not to press any further. He just confirmed her initial thoughts about the mirror after all, and what the mirror showed was private. His greatest desires should not be left to her prying eyes, yet at the same time, she liked the thought of being at Finn’s side long after Hogwarts, there were even times that she had glanced at him and realized that he was going to be handsome once he got out of the awkward teenage stage. It looked like he had quite a bit of growing to do and his voice had begun to change.

Rey had also noticed some changes with her body, some better than others, and she hoped that she would finally fill out a little. She was not all skin and bones like she had been when she first arrived, but there were times that she felt self-conscious about this, especially after she returned from summer and eyed the welcome feast with longing while the first-years were sorted into their houses. The other girls her age looked fed and some of them were already developing the body shapes that Rey could only hope that she would have one day.

She particularly was not happy when one of the girls told her it was such a shame that she paled so quickly after she returned to Hogwarts, having tanned over the summer in a way that the other girls wished they could. Rey had to bite back retorting that her tanned skin did not come from hours lounging out in the sun, but that she had to spend hours outside working if she wanted to eat.

But enough of the bitterness, she told herself, returning her thoughts to the present. With honestly, she answered Finn. “I think that sounds nice.”

This made Finn smile widely, if a little bashful, before he changed the subject.

“What do you see?”

“My parents.”

“Oh.” Finn’s face fell and his eyes shifted between her and the mirror. “I’m sorry, Rey.”

With a shrug, she said, “I never knew them. It’s natural to want to.”

“I suppose so.” Finn once pointed out to her that his father’s invisibility cloak at least was proof that he once existed, that they shared a connection through magic. He hadn’t learned the whole story about him yet or learned what happened to his mother either. Rey, however, had no mementos of her family. She was left at a hospital with a note that her parents could not keep her and that when they could, they wanted to take her back. She was too young to remember them and no one had told her if they were ever located or if anyone even tried to. Unlike Finn, she had no proof that they were real or if she should still hope that they would keep their promise.

“I need you to take me away from here, Finn,” she told him, reaching her hand out and pleading for him to take it. “I keep coming here, staring at this mirror for hours and I know it’s messing with my brain. And every day, I have to force myself from coming here. It’s like it wants me to keep staring at it forever.”

He nodded and reached for her hand. “The moon is pretty tonight,” he said. “I saw it from Gryffindor Tower. We could go up to the owlery.”

“That sounds nice.” And then with her thanks, she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

When her lips brushed against his warm skin, Finn flushed red about ten times darker in the face that Rey thought would be possible for anyone to achieve.

“I-I-” he stuttered and looked over at the mirror once more. “Why do they keep such dangerous stuff in a school anyway?” he asked, like he was trying to change the subject again.

And that was certainly a question for the ages.

@finnreyfridays @fyeahfinnrey

[p-artsypants]

Headache (HTTYD Oneshot)

This takes place Post HTTYD 2. Always a happy ending.

I have fallen face first into fanfiction inspiration. (And I want to do canon-verse stuff while I work on my Modern AU)

——

Holy crap.

His head hurt.

Hiccup awoke in Gothi’s hut. That much he knew by the scent of herbs and medicine. He blinked his eyes with a groan.

“Hiccup! You’re alright!”

Turning his head to the side, he saw Gothi, obviously, Gobber and…Astrid? Couldn’t be. But he’d know those unearthly blue eyes and that sunshine gold hair anywhere. She just…looked different.

Gothi scratched into the sand on the floor while Gobber translated. “He will be disoriented for a while, with headaches, nausea, and memory loss, but it’s temporary.”

“How do you feel?” Astrid asked.

“A-Astrid! Hi! Uh…I feel fine, a little woozy. But it’s not that bad.” He rubbed a hand over his face and pushed himself up on his arms. “What happened?”

Gobber answered, coming closer and wagging his hook in his face. “You fell off that dragon of yours trying to do something stupid!”

Hiccup shrugged, with a laugh. “Sounds like me. Well, I’m fine now and I better get back to work.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Astrid stated, resting a hand on his shoulder, “you are taking the day off. You hit your head really hard.”

“I must have for you to be worried about me.” He said it quietly, almost under his breath, but she heard it.

Astrid looked put off, but she always did when she looked at him. Why was this any different? “Hiccup, I always worry about you.”

He laughed awkwardly. “Okay, sure. I get it. But I promise I’m fine. I’ve felt a lot worse.”

“You need to rest,” She emphasized.  

He rolled his eyes, “okay, whatever, I’ll just rest at home.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and heard a distinct ‘thunk’. He investigated the noise and found his left leg was replaced by some sort of contraption. It looked like a hook. “…oh gods…”

“What’s wrong?” Astrid asked.

“Oh nothing!” He threw his arms in the air, “except my leg is gone! Did someone want to mention that? Or-or just wait to let me figure it out?”

Astrid held his hands, patiently. “It’s been gone for a long time, Hiccup.”

The boy pulled his hands away, shaking his head. “No…I-I must be dead. That Nightfury must have killed me after all.”

“Hiccup, you are very much alive,” she assured. “You’re just confused.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right, because I fell off a dragon when I was trying to kill it. I get it.”

Astrid took a step back, horrified, “no, you fell off when you were riding him.” She looked to Gothi, hoping for an explanation.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Gobber asked, after translation.

Hiccup shook his head, “it doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

Astrid grabbed him again, “you need to be honest, what was the last thing that happened?”

He looked to the assembled crowd with confusion and skepticism. Then he stood on wobbly legs, “I shot down a Nightfury early this morning. After no one believed me, I went into the woods to kill it myself, but…”

Astrid, Gobber, and even Gothi looked at him in surprise.

“See! I knew it! You don’t believe me! No one ever believes me!” He grit out in frustration. “Not this time. I’m going to hunt it down and kill that dragon. Even if it takes me the rest of my life.” He made his way to the door, shouldering past Gobber. He only dwelled on the sudden height difference for a split moment.

“Hiccup, wait!” Astrid called, but he ignored her.

He opened to door to Gothi’s hunt, only to slam it shut again. The Nightfury was right outside waiting for him. His heart pounded in his chest as his knees trembled.

“It’s right outside…” he whispered. “It’s here! He came after me first.”

Astrid rolled her eyes, “It’s just Toothless, calm down.”

“Astrid, I know you can kick my ass into next week, and I know you think I’m a screw up and a liar, but I’m telling you, that dragon out there is a bona fide Nightfury, and rest assured, he. has. teeth.”

She huffed again, looking as him with pity…and something else he wasn’t sure of. But there was definitely pity. “You’ve lost a lot of memory Hiccup. Trust me, that dragon out there is very friendly, and he loves you.”

“Trust you?” He accused, his voice still a whisper. Then a look of realization came over his face. “This is a plot isn’t it. I bet everyone is in on it. Trick the Chief’s worthless son into befriending a dragon. I either fail and die, or I am successful and get exiled from the archipelago. Either way, everybody wins, right?”

“Oh Hiccup no…no no…” She shook her head, trying to dissuade his fears.

“Everyone thinks I’m so stupid because I mess things up, but I’m not! I’m not falling for this!” He held out his hand towards her with a scowl. “Give me a knife.”

“No.”

“Astrid, please, I need to do this. You don’t understand.”

“I’m not giving you anything! You need to just calm down and listen to me! Listen to us!” She gestured to the other two in the room.

He turned his face towards Gobber and scowled, a look of betrayal marching across his face. Then he patted his body and found a dagger in his suit. Then, without a word, he slowly opened the door.

The Nightfury sat on the deck, tail wagging and eyes wide.

Hiccup stepped out slowly, eyeing the beast with menace. “Okay dragon…this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit still, and I’m going to finish what I started in the woods…” He brought the knife out and started bringing it closer to Toothless. Confused, the dragon only sat a little taller, but didn’t move.

Astrid saw that Hiccup wasn’t stopping and tackled him to the ground. “Run Toothless! Get out of here!”

Toothless watched the scene with confliction. Hiccup would never hurt him.

Would he?

Astrid kept Hiccup pinned to the floor. “Are you out of your mind!?”

“ARE YOU?!” He shouted back, looking between her and the dragon who was fleeing down the mountain. “You had the chance to kill him too! To end his terror on our town! Why did you tackle me instead?!”

“Because!” She shouted, getting right into his face, “the war between Berk and the dragons is over! You are the one who ended it!”

Hurt passed over his face, as he looked her in the eye. “Astrid, what kind of fool do you take me for?”

Frustrated and a bit angry, Astrid clambered off of him and pulled him to his feet. “I don’t think you’re stupid.” Then, she smiled slightly. “In fact, you’re the smartest person I know.”

He blushed hotly from the compliment, despite his anger. “I’m going to find my dad, at least he won’t lie to me. He’s always been brutally honest. Even when no one else had the guts to be.” He tore away from her.

“Hiccup, your dad’s not here.” She spoke softly.

He stopped, and then replied, “right. They went to look for the nest.” He sighed. “Okay fine. You think I should rest? I’ll rest. That way I can’t get in the way, right?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

He ignored her and kept walking down back into town. Astrid quietly followed along, watching him, worried.

In town, things got a whole lot stranger, as Hiccup surveyed everything he thought he knew. There were new buildings everywhere and strange contraptions he swore he saw in his dreams. It was a bit awe inspiring, to say the least.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Astrid spoke from behind him.

He jumped, but looked at her.

“You designed all of this, you know. This is all you.”

He was speechless as he continued to his house. “I must be dreaming then.”

She held his hand, “It’s not a dream. This is all real. We have changed so much and you…you just can’t remember it right now.”

“It’s so hard to believe.” He admitted. “Everything I know…I’ve been the butt end of jokes. I’ve been called everything from a waste of space to a disappointment. How—how could I ever do something as great as all of this?”

She tugged on his hand, stopping him. “You’ll remember, in due time. Gothi said it was only temporary. I could just tell you what’s happened, but I think it’s better if you remember on your own.”

He looked at their intertwined hands and blushed. “Um…” He began.

She didn’t let go, only smiled at him. Actually smiled, with actual joy and pleasantry. “Hmm?”

“What are we?”

“What do you think?”

He swallowed. “I…I hope this doesn’t ruin anything, but I know I had a huge crush on you.”

Her grin got wider. “You’re getting closer.”

He took in her pretty face, and realized what the difference was. She was older. “I don’t think I’ve stood this close to you before. I could have sworn you were taller then me.”

“For a while, I was.” She chuckled. “Then you outgrew everybody. And you actually have stood this close to me, a lot closer, too.” She stated, suggestively.

“Oh…we’re not…we’re not dating, are we?”

“Oh it’s much worse then that.” She cupped the side of his face and planted a kiss on his lips. He stood rim rod straight and burned from head to toe. She pulled away. “I’m your wife.”

“W-w-w-wife?!” He barked out.

“Yeah, pretty cool huh?”

He only blushed harder as he whispered, “we had sex?”

She snickered. “Isn’t that what married couples do?”

Then pouted heavily, “I actually got to have sex with Astrid, and I don’t remember any of it. That’s just my luck.”

Astrid pulled him closer and hugged him. “There will be more nightly trysts in the future, don’t you worry you’re cute little butt.”

Hiccup’s embarrassment and shyness only grew. “You saw my butt!”

Astrid only laughed.

“Hey, uh…is leisurely walking considered resting?”

“Why?”

“Maybe walking around the village will jog my memory.”

She released him from her hug and held his hand, “we can certainly try.” She worried that things might get overwhelming, if he didn’t remember he was chief or about his mom. But above all, she worried about how he would react when he couldn’t find his dad. She knew that back then, Hiccup and Stoick had a bad relationship. Who knew how the old Hiccup would have reacted back then?

As they walked through town, Astrid was quiet, only waving to people as they passed by. Folks yelled out, “good to see you’re okay, chief!” “Really gave us another scare there, Chief Hiccup!” and “a bit early in your rule to bow out now!”

“So, I’m chief then.” Hiccup confirmed to Astrid.

“Yeah, for about a year now.”

“Did dad go into early retirement?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Her answer was vague, but he didn’t push it.

Suddenly, a group of young adults came running over and patted him on the back and arms. “You’re okay!” “That fall was nasty, man!” “I totally saw it coming.”

Hiccup stood shell shocked as he realized a few things. A) He really was taller then all of them, even Snotlout and Fishlegs, B) They were looking at him with adoration and respect, and C) he had yet to be punched. It was weird.

“Ah, yeah…” He rubbed the back of his head. It was still tender from his tumble, and he winced in pain. “I’m okay.”

“He has some memory loss, though,” Astrid provided. “So, he might say some funny things.”

“Hiccup always says funny things.” Tuffnut added.

Snotlout scoffed, “well, what did you expect? He leapt from Toothless to an unstable roof 50 feet in the air. I’m surprised he isn’t dead!”

“And I’m sure you’d just love that, wouldn’t you?” Hiccup snapped back.

Snotlout shrunk. “No, I wouldn’t. We’re friends Hiccup…aren’t we?”

“Since when?” The chief challenged. “Since when have any of us been friends?”

The group looked at each other and then to Astrid.

“I told you, memory loss.”

He wasn’t quite sure where he got the courage to speak up. Maybe it came from the new title of ‘Chief,’ but he felt a burning rage in his chest from just hearing Snotlout’s voice and spoke, “You know, memory loss or no, I still find it really shitty how you guys treat me. Or treated me. I’m just supposed to pretend none of those insults or pranks ever happened?”

Everyone turned away, too ashamed to look him in the eye. Hiccup had never brought this up, and they assumed that all was forgiven. But, they hadn’t forgotten what happened back during the war. And it wasn’t fair to Hiccup to try to blow it over, since it was so recent to him.

“You guys make my life hell, and have no idea how hard it is to just exist in this stupid, viking, survival-of-the-fittest world. I wake up every morning with dread, because I know my dad is going to yell at me. I hate just leaving the house, because of the scornful glances I get from the village. No matter how hard I try, I am never good enough. I just want—wanted to be accepted. I didn’t need fame, or the whole village to sing my praises…I just wanted someone to talk to. Because no one ever listens to a scrawny little fishbone!” Tears had started to come to his eyes, despite his damnedest not to show weakness. “But now you’re going to listen to me, whether you like it or not. I hate you. I hate you all. You will never know how much agony you put me through. How many sleepless nights, how many—“ he choked on a sob, “how many wounds you caused! All because I was different from you!”

Fishlegs started whimpering before bawling. “I’m so sorry Hiccup! We’re the worst!”

Ruff shrugged, ashamed. “We were pretty terrible. Those pranks weren’t really that funny.”

“Except that one time you were bathing in the hot spring and we stole all your clothes except a sock, and you had to walk through town with it on your weiner. That was pretty funny.”

Hiccup gave him a blank look. He had looked back at that and laughed with Tuff, but that was forgotten.

Snotlout didn’t look apologetic. “You know, Hiccup. You should be thanking us for all of that. Because of that, you became stronger. Not such a wimp. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll let you go ahead and punch me in the face.” He slapped his cheek lightly.

Hiccup grit his teeth. “Oh, I want to. But I’m not falling for this again. My dad has enough to work about.”

Then Snotlout looked sad. “No, I don’t think he does.”

His words struck a chord, and Hiccup finally figured it out. “My dad’s not coming back, is he?”

“No,” Astrid assured, “he’s not.”

“What happened?”

Awkward tension went through the group, as Snotlout was the first to answer, with the worst words. “It’s kind of your fault.”

Hiccup gasped in horror. “N-no…oh gods…I—…” He cupped a had over his mouth.

“It was not your fault!” Astrid corrected, pointedly. “It was an evil man named Drago. He…Stoick protected you.”

“Protected me from what?” There was a glimmer of a memory, something significant in his mind. Stoick shouting ‘Son!’ with all his might. “Was it…a dragon?”

“Yes.”

“What…what kind of dragon?” His eyes were closed, trying to imagine it. Black, like the night. A blue flame flickering…green eyes with slits. A killing machine. “A Nightfury.” He stated, his eyes blowing wide. Then he was overtaken with anger. “That same damn Nightfury from the cove. It is my fault.”

“Hiccup, now calm down…” Astrid placed a hand on his shoulder, but he retched away.

“War or no war, I’m killing that Nightfury!” And he took off running.

“No!” Astrid called after. But he was gone, disappeared between the buildings. “Everyone fan out. Toothless is somewhere in the village and Hiccup will find him eventually, we can’t let them see each other!”

Hiccup ran to the forge, where he knew there was a weapon for every occasion. But when he arrived, he was startled and frustration to see hundreds of saddles instead. A fat dragon laid sleeping in the corner, and Hiccup was quiet not to announce his presence. Silently, he started searching, there had to be something.

He came face to face with a shield hanging on the back wall. It was plated in a shiny metal and bore a symbol of a Nigthfury on it. He sneered, but caught his reflection.

The person staring back was foreign. Scruff on the chin, thick brow, and a proud chin. It was a man. Surely a man with enough courage and strength to finally kill the dragon that plagued him.

“Hiccup?” A woman’s voice spoke.

The boy turned slightly, and saw a woman unfamiliar to him. Then again, a lot of things were unfamiliar. She must have been new to Berk, and so he pretended. “Yes?”

She sighed in relief. “Gobber said you fell and hit your head. I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Oh, uh thanks.”

She chuckled, “That’s all you’re going to say? ‘Thanks?’”

He looked back at her, with a questioning glance, “…yeah?”

She came closer. “I know I can’t tell you to be more careful, because it’s in your soul to be free and wild, but really you have responsibilities, Hiccup.” She reached her hand up into his hair. “This village can’t lose another chief so soon.”

He took a step back, uncomfortable with a stranger touching him. “And I’m going to do something about that right now.”

A sword, a little rusty from disuse, laid on a shelf in the corner. He picked it up and examined it. It was dented, but it was sharp enough. It would have to do.

“What on earth is that for?” The woman asked.

“I have to go take care of something…” He said evasively.

“Like what?”

“A dragon problem, don’t worry about it. Uh, ma’am.” He spoke as he headed out of the forge.

The woman’s eyes widened instantly. “Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, you come back here right now!”

But the chief was too far gone. He slipped in between buildings and scanned the shadows. He watched the roofs and perches. “With my luck, he’s probably all the way out by the Bogs by now.”

But then suddenly, he spotted a black blob by the cliffside. It sat alone, and looked to be asleep. Hiccup couldn’t believe it was still alive, that someone hadn’t killed it by now. What had ended this war? Surrender? Were the vikings of this island now slaves to the dragons? It was the only explanation.

He knew how fights with dragons always went. The viking would scream, alerting the dragon of their presence, and then they’d dodge the shot limit of the dragon.

Hiccup decided to skip all that. He snuck closer, his leg squeaking with every step.

An earflap on the dragon twitched, and the Nightfury suddenly sat up.

“Shit.” The chief whispered to himself.

The dragon crooned at him, cocking his head to the side.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” he spat. “This ends now.” He gripped his sword tighter.

“Hiccup!” Astrid’s voice called. The footfalls of many followed after.

“Oh for the love of—!”

The Nightfury stood and rolled it’s shoulders. Every ounce of fear Hiccup felt suddenly tripled as the dragon locked eyes on him, the pupils narrowing into slits.

Astrid stopped when she saw Toothless was going to protect himself. “Hiccup! Drop the sword! You’re going to get yourself killed!”

But Hiccup ignored her, as all he heard was his pulse in his ears. He held a hand up to the crowd, warning them to stay back. This was it.

He raised the blade and charged. A battle cry ripping from his throat.  

The Nightfury easily caught the blade in his teeth and ripped it out of Hiccup’s hands, tossing it away.

“No! Don’t!” The woman from the forge tried to intervene, but Toothless rounded on her with a growl. A warning to stay back.

Hiccup took a step back and immediately tripped. He landed on his back as the Dragon nearly stepped on him.

His breaths were rapid, never getting enough oxygen. His heart thundered as tears pricked his eyes. He was foolish, and he was reckless. Everything he swore he wasn’t, and now he was going to have the same fate as his father.

The dragon reared it’s head back, inhaling. Hiccup prayed to every god he knew.

Then Toothless let go an earth shattering, ear piercing roar. Much like the one he gave on the first day they met. It blew back his hair and pinned him solidly to the ground. Once finished, he waited.

Hiccup laid on the ground, almost in a trance, as a flood of memories washed over him. Some were pleasant, like the time spend with Toothless in the cove. He saw his dad speaking to the crowd, telling them how proud he was of his only son. He saw Astrid, the affectionate glances and the absolutely beautiful bride she made. But then the horrors came, and he saw the Red Death and it’s teeth closing in on him. He saw the faces of enemies and his father’s disappointed gaze. Then finally, he saw his father running, a blue flame, and then his own reflection in a pair of green eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault, bud.”

Toothless eyes returned to their friendly, dilated disposition and he lowered his head to rest on Hiccup’s stomach. A loud purr reigned over the silence of the crowd.

Still frozen to his spot on the ground, tears poured out of his wide eyes as six years worth of memories hit him over and over. He raised a hand and rested it on Toothless’ snout.

Finally, he stood, his legs shaking and trying in vain to wipe his face. “Um…” he began, sniffling. “I’m sorry.” The tears would not stop. “I’m…I’m really sorry. To all of you. I—I’m not the chief you deserve.”

Then he gave into his emotions, his face hid behind fists as his body shook. Though he remembered all that had happened, the past was still prevalent in his mind. He was filled with doubt and regret.

Almost instantly, he was being squeezed into warmth and when he looked up, he found everyone in a group hug around him. Astrid kissed his cheeks as his mom rubbed his back. Then rest of the village cried out to him with encouragement. “You’re the greatest chief we’ve ever had!” “We love you Hiccup!” “Because of you we don’t have to fear for our lives!” “You’ve made us so happy!” “You’re father is so proud!”

A fresh round of tears came up, these ones of happiness. And, you know? He didn’t try to hide them.

[kaleidodreams]

40 Questions - Meme for Fic Writers

Well, I only got one ask for this game, but I really wanted to answer more questions, so I’ve just decided to answer all of them!

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic. - I don't know if I really have a "comfort zone"... Maybe family drama and dealing with characters' backstories?

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? - Hmm, fake dating seems like it would be pretty fun to try to write. I just wouldn't know which characters to use.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole? - The whole A/B/O thing... Yeah, no.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them? - Maybe five or six? And you can check out the answer to Question 37 if you want to know what most of them are.

5. Share one of your strengths. - People seem to like my original characters.

6. Share one of your weaknesses. - I'm not very good at description.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. - This is from Ashes to Ashes:

However, the more time that passed, the more otou-sama lost himself in his work and the more distant we became. Our house, which had always been full of laughter and smiles when okaa-sama was alive and healthy, might as well have been a cemetery itself, the ghost of her memory haunting us who remained. Even as young as I was, I realized that otou-sama would never be able to truly recover from his grief as long as we stayed there, where the scent of okaa-sama's favorite perfume still seemed to linger in the air and every room remained a museum to the woman who once lived there because otou-sama couldn't bear the thought of putting her things away.

I just really like the "house is a cemetery" metaphor. (By the way, that story is written from Rei Hino’s point of view, if that wasn’t clear from the title.)

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. - This is from To Build a Home:

"Take if off and put it back the way it was," he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"But why? You always said my bed looked so cute."

"Yeah, your bed. But this is my bed, and I don't want it to look cute."

"Your bed?" She set down an ugly-cute hippo plush and arched an eyebrow. "Isn't it our bed now?"

He rubbed at his temple. "Yes, of course, but… You know what I mean." Mamoru pointed an accusing finger at a very familiar blanket – one that was too small to properly fit the queen-sized bed. "I am not having sex on a bed covered in bunnies and crescent moons!"

"That's never stopped you before. We did it all the time –"

"You're missing the point, Usako! We're adults now. Isn't it about time you outgrew all this cutesy crap?"

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Oh, I see. I can move into your oh-so-sophisticated apartment, just not my 'cutesy crap'." She grabbed an empty cardboard box from off the floor and started throwing her plush toys in it with a force that made Mamoru very glad she wasn't pummeling them at him. "If that's how you really feel, then maybe we shouldn't move in together at all!"

I like it because I tend to have trouble writing arguments, but this one turned out exactly how I wanted it to, and I can just picture the scene so vividly.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write? - Hmm, probably Melting Ice? It took me about eight years -- I started writing it a couple of years before I actually started posting it -- to finally finish the whole thing. Sure, it’s a long fic (over 150,000 words), but in comparison, I managed to write Spirit of Fire, which is almost twice as long, in only two or three years (ignoring the side stories added later).

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write? - Probably my first fics because back then I wasn’t as self-conscious about my writing. But later in my career, I seem to recall Blood On His Hands being really easy and fast to write until I got to the last chapter. Honestly, I think the ending took me longer to figure out than the rest of the story!

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby? - Both!

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more? - This is easiest to choose with Sailor Moon, so can I just say the entire SuperS season/Dream Arc? Obviously because of the Chibiusa/Helios OTP factor, but also because we learn about the Inners’ families and Elysion/the Golden Kingdom, both subjects that I love exploring.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across? - I learned about this from a post on Tumblr, but it’s REALLY helpful to run your story through a screen reader (I just use Google Translate). I think I’m pretty good at catching spelling and grammar errors, but one thing I have trouble with is missing words. Hearing the story read aloud instead of just reading it to myself and mentally filling in the blanks makes the skips so much easier to find. I also worry a lot about the flow of my writing, so I figure if it doesn’t sound too terrible being read by a computer, it’s probably not as awful as I think it is!

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across? - Probably the "avoid adverbs" rule. Sometimes using an adverb is the best choice!

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose? - Oh, man, this is totally impossible to choose... Um, To Be By Your Side? I really don't know.

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be? - If I had to, I would no doubt pick Chibiusa/Helios, but I’m really glad I don’t! I enjoy being able to write a variety of couples and imagine I would get bored fairly quick if I was limited to just writing one OTP forever, as much as I may love them.

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? - It depends on the story, but most of the time it’s out of order, which is frankly annoying, but it seems to work for me.

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines? - Not really, unless you count screenwriting and research tools.

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse? - Haha, I remember when I first started writing fanfiction as a teenager, there were four characters I considered my muses: Helios (obs!), Shigure from Fruits Basket (who is a writer himself), Touya from Card Captor Sakura, and Tooya from Ceres: Celestial Legend (not sure why, though, since I never wrote for Ceres). I guess I would still consider Helios my muse?

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions. - At my desk in my bedroom, with the room at a comfortable temperature and absolute quiet.

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? - I tend to edit while I write, which I know isn’t generally considered the best way to do things, but it works for me. So I can’t really answer this question definitively.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions). (Skipping this one unless someone wants to make a suggestion for a passage.)

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why? - Spirit of Fire, because while I love the story and the characters, I think it could be better written, especially the earlier chapters.

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics? - I did take down a first chapter of a planned multi-part and reworked it into a one-shot when I decided I didn’t want to write the rest of it, if that counts. (The Legend, if you’re interested.) Otherwise, no.

25. What do you look for in a beta? - Basically someone who wants to beta for me. *laughs* Like I said before, I consider myself pretty good at catching spelling and grammar goofs, so I don't feel like I really need a beta, but if someone offers, it doesn't hurt to have a second pair of eyes!

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you? - I've done so in the past, and if somebody asks me, I would probably be willing to do it again. I would say I focus mainly on spelling/grammar, occasionally making suggestions or asking questions if something seems off (like a character feels OOC or something).

27. How do you feel about collaborations? - I've never really been a part of one, so I don't have much of an opinion. If you're good friends, it seems like it would be a lot of fun, but maybe a bit difficult if you have different styles.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. - his lordship Chaos, Allekha, and commas_and_ampersands 

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? - I honestly can’t think of any. I have enough sequels and prequels of my own stuff to write! *laughs*

30. Do you accept prompts? - Not unless I’m doing a drabble game, which I haven’t done in years, or I’m taking part of some writing challenge. Just random prompts, though? No. I like to write what I want to write.

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant? - I’d say I’m middle-of-the-road between the two, closer to being strict about being canon compliant.

32. How do you feel about smut? - Despite being asexual, I’m a fan!

33. How do you feel about crack? - A lot of it is really stupid, but with the right writer and idea, crack can be brilliantly funny. I usually only read it on recommendation, though.

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con? - It’s not something I go looking for as a reader, but I don’t mind if I come across it and it’s handled well. I’ve written some dub-con myself, mostly in the form of drunk sex, but also some incidents involving magic. Overall, though, I’m really a HUGE fan of consent when it comes to sex scenes. Consent is sexy!

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character? - Yes, of course. Done it before and I’ll probably do it again!

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic? - I like AO3 and FF.net equally well.

37.Talk about your current wips.

Friends With Benefits (Kaleido Star) - This is the only WIP I’m actively posting. It’s a sequel to Blood On His Hands, and it’s about Layla and Yuri engaging in a, well, “friends with benefits” arrangement, leading to complications when they fall in love. 

The Bonds We Choose (Yuri!! On Ice) - A sequel to It’s Complicated, taking place about four years later. Yuri, Otabek, and Mila have settled into their unusual relationship -- Yuri and Otabek are queerplatonic partners while Otabek is also dating/living with Mila -- when a drunken mistake at the Olympics changes their lives forever.

Metamophosis (Sailor Moon) - This is kinda a prequel to To Be By Your Side, telling the story of how Helios became priest of Elysion.

Stolen Dreams (Sailor Moon) - Ha, this is the only non-sequel/prequel story on the list! But it’s about an incubus who plans to get revenge on Helios by seducing a grown-up Chibi-Usa, who’s under a lot of stress due to her upcoming college entrance exams.

38. Talk about a review that made your day. - I was really happy when @floraone favorited and wrote a review for my Sailor Moon Smutember entry, Head of the Class. Knowing that someone like her, who IMO writes the BEST sex scenes I’ve ever read, enjoyed it... Well, like the question said, it really made my day! I also was pleasantly surprised to get any reviews at all for my last two YOI fics, Lonely Hearts and No Risk, No Reward, since Minako/Celestino and Sara/Emil are both extremely rare pairs. I seriously didn’t think anybody would read them, so I was thrilled with the reviews I got.

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them? - Occasionally, and I just ignore them.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one). (Again, skipping, unless someone wants to suggest a story.)