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simplegenius042 · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday & OC Interview(s)

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Got a WIP for The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones and three OC interviews for The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore. You can find these under the cut.

WIP for my House of the Dragon fic, The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones, a fic set in my Life, Despair & Monsters series, following the tragic dynasty of the Targaryens as shown in House of the Dragon... but taking all of that and making the situation 1,000 times worse. This fic stars the original cast PLUS my original characters; Corvus Targaryen, adopted son of Viserys I and Aemma, good with the blade, though socially awkward fellow who only sets out to be a knight or if he gets his way, a maester (or alchemist, either one), and trying to keep the peace between the Blacks and the Greens, with Caecilia "Cecil" Targaryen Royce, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce (after an aggressive and drunk consummation filled with scratches and bruises from both sides), who like her mother, absolutely despises her father (though this is not reciprocated by him), is out to help her cousin Rhaenyra keep her claim to block Otto's plans and spite her father, and lastly a down-on-her-luck ex-assassin woman who currently calls herself "Okkotsu", who through means unknown, becomes the paternal figure Aegon II Targaryen never realised he wanted, better than Viserys ever will be. There's also Sir Enigma Malvolio (Director of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise), Yan-Kain (second-in-command of Aggravor's Chapter of the Occult), and the Court King (main antagonist and pissed off people have forgotten about him). Note that this WIP is still under heavy construction, and things may or may not change. Below is a snippet of Rhaenyra convincing Corvus to join in on a fun time at a tourney... on a day where everything goes wrong:

Corvus eyed his sister with a reluctant frown, dimmed violet eyes looking into a vibrant purple. His hand remained anchored to the darkwood table, the vials and tubes and bags full of liquids and substances ready to be used as ingredients to sate the curiosity of a student of alchemy.

He gave glance to Rhaenyra's companion, hoping Alicent could save him from the young dragon rider's expectant gaze. However, the Hand's daughter stared back with polite brown eyes and a slim smile that refuted his silent plea to be saved, leaving him to make a futile attempt at fending for himself against his younger sister of all people, which he knew would conclude into an inevitable failure.

"Surely... surely you could do without my presence at the tourney?" Corvus spoke up, voice soft and uncertain, "I'm no fan of such events. I wouldn't want to bring down the mood. Perhaps... it would be best I remain here, where mother is? The maesters could require an extra pair of hands should she go into labor."

Rhaenyra seemed to think his words over, but her face hardened, determined. She grabbed hold of his arm, grip firm but slack, eyes widening as the candle light reflected off them, unfairly sparkling the purple rings. Lips formed into a soft smile, as she pleaded at him with her gaze.

"Please."

The older dark-haired boy's resolve wavered as his pale skin involuntarily flushing at the contact. He tried to avoid Rhaenyra's wide smile, her eyes and swore upon the Old and New Gods that he tried to ignore the gentleness plea of her voice. But his younger sister knew all the ways to get him to comply to her demands, and just as a dutiful if awkward older brother would, he'd follow her anywhere, just as Father and Mother tasked him with.

And once Baelon is born, I may even be able to convince them to allow me to become his personal guard, should I continue to knighthood that is.

Looking to Alicent once more, searching for her opinion, Rhaenyra's companion merely gave a small shrug and encouraging smile. Exhaling out a light sigh, he looked down to his white-haired sister and gave his response.

"Okay."

The word was simple, but it granted him an opportunity to see a triumphant grin from his little sister, her excitement genuine. Even when the years had been hard to swallow, especially with Mother's condition, he was glad his sister still hadn't lost her fiery spirit.

"C'mon now! We must bid goodbye to mother and join father at Keep's gates. We shouldn't keep him waiting," Rhaenyra exclaimed, pulling Corvus along behind her back towards the spiral staircase, as Alicent joined them with the shake of her head.

Both Rhaenyra's brother and companion briefly glanced at one another, incredulous gazes connecting as they are both, yet again, pulled along by Rhaenyra.

Corvus was nervous at the prospect of the vast eyes of Lords that would be watching their every move at the tourney. It made his stomach coil at the though of that much attention, with his sister's popularity and his own unpopularity.

Alicent must have noticed this, and stated aloud, "I think it will be quite a good day out. The skies are clear, and the sun warm. The tourney should be able to go on uninterrupted."

Rhaenyra piped up, adding, "I'd even say it will be fun. So no need for such gloom, dear brother."

Corvus simply nodded in reply, shoving away his nerves at they reached the top of the spiral. A visit to mother wouldn't be so bad, he thought.

And three OC interviews below:

Far Cry The Silver Chronicles (featuring in Silva's Hope and Ain't It A Joy?)

Name: Alexander Khaos

Nickname: Alexander doesn't like to use nicknames.

Gender: Male

Star Sign: Cancer

Moral Alignment/Personality: Lawful Neutral.

Height: Either 5'10 or 5'11

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: British (with Asian descent)

Fave Fruit: Dragon fruit

Fave Season: Winter

Fave Flower: Peony

Fave Scent: Fresh morning air, burning wood.

Coffee, tea or HC: Black Coffee.

Average Hours of Sleep: 8 hours

Dog or Cat Person: Dog.

Dream Trip: Finland.

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: He'd say Jacob Seed, but it's actually Stan Lee.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: None.

RANDOM FACT: Alexander picked up a Southern accent... it's still unknown why he chose to do this exactly.

The UnTitledverse Name: Joaquin Cobalt

Nickname: Jackie.

Gender: Trans-Male

Star Sign: Leo

Moral Alignment/Personality: Neutral Good.

Height: Either 5'4 or 5'5.

Sexual Orientation: Ace.

Nationality/Ethnicity: Australian.

Fave Fruit: Oranges

Fave Season: Autumn

Fave Flower: Lily of the Valley

Fave Scent: Library books or Old Musuems

Coffee, tea or HC: Went from coffee to tea.

Average Hours of Sleep: 8 to 9 hours.

Dog or Cat Person: If he had to choose, a cat person, but he leans towards reptiles like turtles.

Dream Trip: America (and then he changes it to Germany).

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: Stephen King.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Three.

RANDOM FACT: Joaquin's name is pronounced "jack-a-win" because that's how a young Lisa insisted it was pronounced when she first saw the name. And well... it just stuck.

A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore

Name: Arcane Urias

Nickname: None.

Gender: Male

Star Sign: N/A

Moral Alignment/Personality: Either Neutral Evil or Chaotic Evil.

Height: 7'6

Sexual Orientation: N/A (due to being a Displacement (name for entities manifested from unnamed Dimensions), he has no known concept of sexuality. He does (and continues to try to) conceive offspring with anyone capable of getting pregnant only to use as powerful pawns for his evil deeds).

Nationality/Ethnicity: N/A (though he can take the human shape of anyone not just his main form)

Fave Fruit: Hates fruit.

Fave Season: Summer.

Fave Flower: A dead one.

Fave Scent: Ash.

Coffee, tea or HC: None.

Average Hours of Sleep: He will rest/meditate for an hour or two, only to conserve energy.

Dog or Cat Person: Bobbit Worm.

Dream Trip: He wouldn't mind Antarctica.

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: N/A

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: N/A

RANDOM FACT: There’s only been three individuals Urias has cared for in his entire existence; his brother Mathias “Mason” Talos, his student (a Lich named) Aggravor and lastly his hyper-fixation, Discord (aka the Mad God/Kin of Carnage). Urias has no love for his children (Ortega “Ore” Brantley and Marissa “Ress” Bishop) due to them having the “human element”.

#wip wednesday #oc interview #life despair & monsters #wip: the thorned crown of iron thrones #house of the dragon #oc: corvus targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #we happy few #oc: alexander khaos #the untitledverse #oc: joaquin cobalt #series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout #oc: arcane urias

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elsewhereuniversity · 3 years ago

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Soon-to-be college freshman interested in a History major and possibly a Creative Writing minor, intending to become a museum curator and research how the art of stories and storytelling affected the development of civilization. Working on my first novel and loves cats. How will I fare?

The Spring Court revel this year is laid about with tulips, growing in yellows and pinks and reds: masses of them, swaths of them, fields of them, a violently bright shock of color that almost sparks possessiveness. Each perfect petal-cup is full of a clear liquid that smells a little floral and a little like paint thinner, and sort of sparkles the dim light back at you in a weird way. The added weight should bow the tulips to the ground, but they merely bob ponderously together, never spilling a drop except when revelers crash through them. The changeling boy who invited you here bends down to pick two at once with his tree-frog fingers. He offers you one, and when you decline (you brought your own drinks, hidden in many cunning flasks upon your person) he downs them both like shots, one after the other. Then he grimaces and tells you he wishes he’d thought to bring a chaser for the liquor (from other revels you’ve attended together, you know that by ‘chaser’ he’s means either ‘almond milk’ or ‘straight balsamic vinegar’), and also maybe some chips, or at least a way to apply nacho cheese dust to the candied dragonflies. You are not particularly a picky eater yourself, but you very much preferred the selection last year, when it was all sugared violets and champagne and tiny green berries that probably would have been poisonous to anyone who hadn’t been personally invited. But next time you’ll fill one of your flasks with balsamic for him, as a little treat.

#students #writingamongther0ses

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shobioo · 3 years ago

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sweeethinny · 4 years ago

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Reputation - Delicate (Chapter 4)

I know it took me a while to make this one, and just yesterday I deleted three times and started from scratch. But I finally liked what I wrote. Clearly, not canonical, since, there were no death eaters at that wedding or the kiss Ginny gives Harry in her room. The death eaters, I took it off because, Harry deserved one last day of peace, and the kiss, I just delayed it

Thanks to the people who enjoy this story, I still find it very strange to think that people who read what I write (not being my best friend, who reads absolutely everything). :)

Thank for @allthatwooloowho who helped me, honey, thank you <3

AO3

This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Her dress made her so beautiful, so ... radiant, like a masterpiece in the Louvre. The dress rolled with Ginny's movements as she walked around the tent, the fabric rolling back and forth.

In the golden light, the fabric glowed like flaming gold, rare and wondrous to behold. Her hair was braided at the top of her head, but the rest of the locks fell majestically on her back and shoulders, and Harry could almost feel their softness on his fingers.

He wanted to be able to get up, go to her and make a complicated bow to make her laugh, before taking her out to dance, putting his hands around her waist, feeling the fabric on his fingers and rolling it around the tent as if she was the most important person at the party, not Fleur or Bill.

He wanted to be able to tell everyone that they were together, too.

He wanted to know how to dance.

''Barny?'' The melodious voice called out to him, sitting across from him at the table and tossing her hair behind the shoulders, before raising an eyebrow and biting a smile. So beautiful it hurt.

"Ginny, how are you?" Harry smiled, happy to see her up close, and to smell that characteristic scent of flowers. There were rings on her thin fingers, and her nails were painted white with gold and violet sparkles. Everything made her so…gorgeous. It was unfair that Ginny was beautiful like that.

''I haven't seen you in a few years ... so, have you been to the lake? Dad did a great job of gardening in those parts’’. Of course he had gone there. In fact, he had seen it closely for the past two summers, and really, it was quite serene with all the flowers, cut grass and nearby stone path.

''I didn't see,'' he joked, ignoring when George or Bill looked twice at their interaction.

"Oh! I'll have to show you then.'' She stood up, smoothing her dress before looking at it again, those eyes that looked like they had been dipped in chocolate, looking radiant and excited by the escape. ''Come with me?'' Ginny offered an arm, and Harry couldn't help but laugh; it was hard not to say no to her, even when there were all those other thoughts lurking around him. War, his mission, Voldemort, Dumbledore's true story ... Ginny always gave him peace.

We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

''Do you want a drink before we go?'' He offered as they passed a plate that levitated with glasses full of glimmering liquid.

''Sure, why not?'' Ginny approached, and in her high heels, she could easily reach his ear to whisper. ''Don't tell my mum. She won't be pleased.'' Harry nodded, taking two before heading out of the tent, knowing that only the Weasley brothers were looking at him.

He would deal with them later.

The night was lovely, with bearable weather and stars dotting the sky. A wind swayed the trees and Ginny's dress slightly, but nothing that required a cape or warm clothing. Which Harry liked, because the redhead's legs beside him were too beautiful to be hidden by pants.

'’You look beautiful,'' he commented, sipping the drink. He didn't know exactly what it was, only that it was bubbly, with a hint of sweetness and a refreshing aftertaste.

''Thank you. Fleur has good taste.'' The two continued walking in companionable silence, without many intrusive thoughts, just enjoying what seemed to be the last night of peace. ''I didn't give you a birthday present.'' They finally arrived at the lake. The moon shone in the reflection of the clear water, the night glittering on the surface, making Ginny's skin glow even more gloriously, her eyes shining just like her dress. It was breathtaking.

"No need. I'm happy just being a part of things.'' The music was just an unknown, almost imperceptible noise, and Harry liked that silence.

''You look good, too, by the way.''

Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you Oh damn, never seen that color blue

''Even though it's kind of weird to be talking to you in that way'' He laughed, nodding awkwardly and blushing, hating that his skin was so clear that body and showed too much of his blush

''It'll be over soon ... we have more ... fifteen minutes before I go back to being Harry Potter'' His voice sounded like he said it wasn't that important, but Ginny didn't favor it, as her chin and eyebrows advanced smiling corner

''I will wait fifteen minutes before I can kiss you then'' And as if it doesn't include anything here, she bent down to take off her heels and sit on the grass, sinking her feet into the water ''Come on, I don't want to be alone'' He followed, rising like pants to the knee and taking off shoes and like stockings, sitting next to you and feeling the skin cool when you sank it, sighing with regretful temperature change

"Hm .. about the kiss .. I .."

''..I'm not going to kiss someone who looks like my brothers'' Harry laughed, biting his lip and looking back at his feet, feeling some moss on his shin

''I don't think I would like to kiss you while I'm like this'' Was it sincere, looking at her ''Do you want to swim?'' Where had this idea come from?

He blamed her, as well as that strange drink and all this feeling that it was the last time.

''Yes'' Ginny seemed to hesitate a little before speaking ''But you'll have to take care of me later, you know, making my hair dry and everything back in place, because Fleur and my mom will die if they see me dripping water and all blurry''

''At your service''

Then they started to undress, and Harry had already swam a few times with Ginny, but seeing her in a swimsuit was quite different from seeing her in her underwear, and his mind seemed to find the pieces highly entertaining, creating very specific scenarios that made him thank that he would soon dive into icy water

Just think of the fun things we could do 'Cause I like you

The minutes passed quickly, between laughter and meaningless conversation, plunges into the placid, icy water, and lovely silences. Until they were floating, Ginny's body unlike Harry's and their heads meeting, foreheads on each other's jaws and uneven breaths

''You're back to normal'' she pointed out, and Harry had barely noticed that he was showing his own body again, blaming Ginny's body for it. As if reading her thoughts, the redhead licked her lips, sinking her body into the water again and pulling his face to hers, kissing him so hard that Harry almost drowned, half lost when his feet scraped at the bottom of the lake, before repaying with all your fervor as well.

She held his face with a certain territoriality, sucking on his tongue and approaching their bodies, smiling when Harry grunted at the contact, not even the icy water being able to stop him.

His heart was pounding in his ears when he pressed the redhead to a rock, holding her a little higher, lining up their heads and managing to sink the touch as he wanted.

They had some kisses like that at Hogwarts, but that one looked different, as if ... as if it was loaded with lack, fear and worry, as if the world was going to end tomorrow and they just had one more chance to kiss.

Harry thought that could be true.

''Ginny'' He sighed, anxiety eating him alive, as he managed to use all his strength to get away from the redhead, looking her in the eye, and almost moaning when he saw her red lipstick smeared all over her face, wondering how he was ''I like you. Really'' Harry wanted to say that, wanted to affirm just in case ... just in case he died and she never knew.

He very much doubted that he would make it out alive

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate

Instead of answering, or blushing, as he imagined she would, Ginny pulled him in for a kiss again, even more in need, looking much more sentimental and sensitive than all the years Harry had been around.

''This is my gift'' She murmured against his lips ''For you to remember me'' They finally opened their eyes, winking at each other in a daze ‘'You know If you have some Veela wherever you are, doing whatever’' Ginny swallowed, and when he was older and remembered that day, Harry would remember seeing a touch of fear and jealousy running through her eyes, as if that girl, who turned his head and beginning to almost fall ill with all that whirlwind of feelings, it could be left aside by anyone else in the world.

''I will be busy enough to think about veelas,'' he assured her, hoping she understood behind his words. 'I will never be able to see anyone other than you'

''Good, that was the good side I was looking for''

The two swallowed again, and the sensation of her bare skin (in parts) on his fingers almost made him pass out, thinking how that was his life, how he could be so lucky to touch her intimately and devastatingly.

Harry could never be the same again.

And he didn't even want to.

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate

They kissed for much longer than Harry could remember, hands wandering and stumbling until he was the one who was pressed against the rocks, groaning when she sucked on his neck and bit his skin, looking territorial as at Hogwarts. He would never complain about that.

His hand went down her spine, feeling the delicious sensation of his fingers discovering her soft skin that is usually hidden by the shirts, before finally squeezing her ass, shielding the moan in her mouth, while dropping her head slightly back, leaving let him delight in all his flesh.

''Harry'' Ginny sighed as his fingers dug curiously to that spot hidden in the middle, which even under water was hot as hell. ''Do you have your cloak?’’ As if he had woken up, he looked at her, stopping his fingers on the fabric of her panties.

''Yes'' And as if by magic, they were dry, and hidden, walking hurriedly to The Burrow again, laughing softly every time their feet tripped or that they saw some guests seeming to enjoy the party too much.

But the laughter ceased when they went up to her room, especially when she took off the cloak and looked at him a little hungry, vaguely pointing at the door with one hand, hoping he would protect them from the world.

For just a few hours, he needed to forget everything that awaited him.

Harry finally locked the door and put on the protection and muffling spells, before having his neck wrapped around Ginny's arms and his mouth occupied with hers, calmer than at the lake, but still hungry as a hungry man

They fell on her childhood bed, moaning softly when the horizontal position made them comfortable and very close.

''I was tired of standing up'' He declared

''Me too'' Ginny laughed, on top of Harry and looking like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, with her makeup a bit smeared and her hair not too dry, as well as messy. Messed up by him.

His ego inflated when he thought he was the first boy to leave her that way, and yet, the first to be lying in her bed.

She was also the first to leave him like this.

And Harry knew it would be the last.

Third floor on the West Side, me and you Handsome, you're a mansion with a view Do the girls back home touch you like I do?

Soon the clothes came off again, not to the point of being totally naked, but Gin's underwear looked much thinner now that they weren't submerged, and Harry could feel it hot on top of his erection when her hips turned, which caused a loud groan from both.

''Merlin, this is good'' She did it again, and this time, he can't control the thrust of his hips upwards, which caused much more than Ginny's subtle movements. The two looked soft after the shock on their bodies

Harry kissed her again, running his hand down her entire body, enjoying the sensation of her breasts supported by the simple light pink bra, groaning when he pressed his pelvis even closer to her. Her hands went to her back, unbuttoning the piece and freeing soon after, blushing when Harry's green eyes reached the flesh, seeming to live a dream.

''You are beautiful'' was all he managed to say, running his fingers over the hard nipples of her creamy breasts, mesmerized by the freckles that covered part of her skin, feeling their weight and how perfect they were. Harry made her move closer to finally catch one of them with his mouth, sucking as if he had been doing it for years, and almost enjoying hearing his name coming out as a cry from her lips.

Suddenly, his underwear started to get slightly damp, and for a moment, he thought he had really come without even realizing it, until he noticed that it came from Gin, the proof that he was doing everything right. And more eagerly now that he was being encouraged, he massaged the other breast, while still using his mouth there. The vague hand went down her side, half shaking with all the growing lust, until found the fabric wrapped around her hip, playing for a moment there, not quite sure what to do.

''Do it'' Ginny forced him, taking her hand and leading him to her middle, finally touching her, and heavens, she was soaked ''Please'' The request came out so needy that Harry almost moaned along with her when he removed that piece and slid his hand to cover the bare area, losing the senses when it feels so hot and slippery, using the fingers as a guide, exploring the entire area

"I'm going to need you to help me," he admitted, a little embarrassed. They never made it that far, just once he put his knee in the middle of it and Ginny rubbed it like it was the best thing in the world. But that, it was absurdly better.

Long night, with your hands up in my hair Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share

Ginny guided him, and to her delight, Harry learned quickly, which was a blessing, because her moans and hips rotated over his erection were so wonderful it was like being in paradise.

Confident, he slid a finger inside her, moaning and tensing when he felt her crush him inside, much softer and hotter, while his palm got incredibly wet and the moans grew louder and louder. Harry turned them over, getting on top to get more control, using his thumb to touch that knot that seemed to take the redhead in another dimension, while carefully placing another finger and watching him disappear into her

He had dreamed of it a few times, imagined how it could all be, but his mind was nowhere near as detailed with that, just believing it would be too good, ignoring the rest. But it was exciting to see her, getting more and more red and noisy, riding his fingers like the was the best broom in the world, whimpering his name and scratching his skin.

It was wild.

His cock inside his underwear throbbed in pain, his balls seeming to compress each time Ginny swallowed him more, and when he increased his pace and saw her lift her back while squeezing it until it was almost impossible to take his fingers off, Harry knew they were progressing to something more

''AAAHHH'' She dug her nails into his shoulder, pulling him in for a hungry kiss, biting his bottom lip and furiously moving her hips ''H-arryyyy'' Ginny moaned as her brown eyes dilated and looked like two black holes in her face, her vagina milking him and then wetting him completely with orgasm, her clitoris swollen and looking highly sensitive at that moment.

His ego inflated to the heights.

Seamus talked a lot at times in the dorm, and commented at times about making witches come, and as he heard from a girl that they usually didn't do it easily because the guys were horrible. But Ginny didn't seem to think it was bad, and Harry almost screamed and jumped in celebration..

Daring, as fuck, he bent down until he reached the middle of it, seeing everything up close and feeling salivated at the idea of sucking it, but his confidence had a limit and he didn't think he could succeed in that too, so he contented himself with just licking it to suck all her excitement, feeling his hair tug and the screams starting again.

Harry sucked on his fingers as soon as they left her, and pulled back a little more to suck in her entrance, trying not to touch the clitoris that seemed to be too sensitive.

When he came back up, Ginny was a red mess and out of breath, very much like a hungry animal.

It was sexy

''You were supposed to win the gift'' She said after a few minutes staring at him, running a shaking hand over his cheek and smiling

''Ah, I loved this gift, make no mistake'' His cock throbbed, but Harry really didn't care much, thinking it was much sexier to see her that way because of him, than wanting to deal with his erection now. ''How did I do?'' Seamus had said that some witches lied, but that didn't seem false, even so he questioned

''Do I have to say?'' Gin laughed, flushed and looking like the most beautiful work of art in the world, and he cursed Voldemort once again for stealing it from him. Not even enjoying your girlfriend was allowed. The world has never been so unfair.

Harry didn't want to leave her, and he wasn't thinking about just having to leave her room and go back to the tent.

She seemed to realize this

''You'll be back, and then everything will be fine'' She said, looking much less radiant than before, even so smiling and caressing his skin.

Harry wanted so badly to be hers forever, because no doubt there would never be another one for him, but Ginny would still live, marry, still enjoy the many years that he had left. It was almost unfair to want to declare his love for her again, now that he was about to run away to know Merlin where, and possibly die at the hand of a psychopath

"Are you tired?" He wanted to change the subject, feeling bad for being aware of it.

Harry wanted so much to have more time with her. Maybe a lifetime.

But his life wouldn't be that long, so he would have to be content with that.

Better little than nothing, he thought irritably.

''More or less'' The two made themselves on the bed, she lying beside him, facing his direction as she ran her fingers over his chest, boldly down to his stomach, then down to his navel ...

''No'' Harry stopped her ''No'' He said again, a little breathlessly when her fingers touched him. He wouldn't be able to leave her if he knew what it felt like. ''Sleep, it was a busy day'' The music was being drowned out the windows, as well as the conversations, and inside the world seemed just theirs, with nothing to interrupt them. The boy smoothed her face, also on his side, while also playing with her hair, memorizing every bit of it.

It would never be enough.

''I didn't want you to go'' Her voice was a little shaky, but nothing that passed over her face. Her brown eyes seemed to weigh and the darkness of the chosen room made her look like a goddess, taking Harry closer and closer to paradise before throwing him up there. Not that he complained.

''Neither do I Gin, now go to sleep'' His girlfriend's (?) soft hand stood over his heart, while finally giving in to sleep, closing her eyes and breathing lightly, looking at peace, and much more fragile than he never thought it was possible.

He couldn't have her in danger, let Voldemort use her like he did Sirius, he ... he wouldn't be able to live if Ginny was killed, not even a minute. And that was why he had to go, that he would have to leave her. That perfect and happy life, the sunny days by your side, never belonged to him.

''I love you'' His dick didn't hurt anymore, sad as he got up from the bed and kissed her forehead, covering her with a plaid blanket and memorizing her face before putting on his clothes, ready to leave her forever.

It was for her sake, he think, so that she had the opportunity to live a life, to have a marriage as beautiful as Fleur's, so that she could be totally happy alongside any other man who didn't put her in constant danger.

Even though, Harry completed it alone, closing the door to her room and sliding down the stairs, he never had a chance to be that man.

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep Are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine all the damn time ('Cause I like you)

#hinny #harry x ginny #hinny smut #hinnyprompt #hinnysmut #Harry Potter #ginnyPOTTER #hp and the deathly hallows #hp fanfic #hp couples #reputation #delicate

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windup-dragoon · 4 years ago

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Star shower

|| FFXIV write - 2020

|| Prompt #25 - Wish

|| Modern AU - Heart Eater AU

|| wol x Hien

|| 1,713 words

|| References - Devour

|| In which a kitsune day dreams and wishes on falling stars

It’s the smell of the trees that bring her back. Longing for the innocence of days since passed. Laughter that fills her ears like music, children at the park playing beneath a glittering afternoon sun.

She remembers their faces, the tiny little humans who shyly left treats at her shrine, wishing and praying for a game of tag with her. Clean mountain air would fill her lungs as she chased them into the woods, the symphony of giggles as she caught them one by one. Together they ran beneath skies of cerulean blue, so much movement, dancing, sprinting, jumping. Her paws would ache the day after, but she adored every moment of it. With only one human child left to find she hurried through the darkening woods, her nose to the fresh indentations of footprints in the dirt. It was growing late and their mothers had a tendency to worry.

The trail laid before her had grown worrisome as she ventured further. Erratic, staggered; each footfall heavier than the last. The shadows of the forest leave her feeling unsettled, fur and tails bristling. Even the air grew stagnant and putrid, it makes her nose burn and red eyes water. What was once a thriving, lush forestscape is now skeletal trees, barren of life. Each stride grows heavier, a painful slog to move forward against the aura of slime. But her heart quickens at the sight of him.

A little human boy, plump cheeks stained scarlet in tears as he cried out for his mother. She hurried to his side, her wet nose touching at his hand until he takes notice of her. At once he slumps beside her and buried his face against her silken fur. Words fail him, lost between choked sobs and plea to head back home, to the world that is familiar to him. Although small herself in her aspect form, she insists on carrying the boy home upon her shoulders.

But he is reluctant to move. Or rather, incapable of doing so.

It takes a moment, the darkness of the night and the haze of rotted aura making it difficult for even her eyes, but she spies it now as the boy gestures to his legs. Webbing as thick as sludge held fast. Upon another look around she begins to realize why there’s a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.

A cut of rock protruding from the forest floor, covered in a carpet of thick, soggy moss. She and the boy were huddled before a shadowy entrance to what she could only imagine to be a shallow cave or hole in the rock. There are creatures in this world who love such dwellings. Those who relish the dark of night and lure prey close with honey sweet words.

She doesn’t wait to see who’s doorstep it is that they tread upon. Instead she turns to the webbing that ensnares the child and with a single huff, the threads are alight in violet and cobalt flames. The rock face comes to life as thousands upon thousands of spiders scatter to escape the encroaching fire. The moment he is free from his tethers they make their escape back to the world of sunshine and warmth.

But she never forgets the scream that echoes behind.

- - -

“Kiri? Is something amiss?”

“My eye...”

Sunlight sparkles through the breaks in the tree branches overhead, curtains of light dancing across her face as the afternoon breeze drifts lazily along. Together they sit at her shrine, delighting in snacks left by thankful parents and even more children than before. The elderly man beside her, a traveling spiritual who often came to visit her, regarded her with bright blue eyes.

Slowly she turned, letting him see her affliction. She had been irritated by her left eye ever since returning the lost boy home from the woods. Even now she struggled to open that particular eye. It felt as if something was holding it shut yet she felt nothing every time she swiped the back of her hand across her face.

But the man, leaning in to investigate, uttered a gasp and reeled back. “Oh no...”

Her ears lowered flat against moon touched hair. “What?” She could hear the raised pitch in her own voice, feel the sudden drumming of her heart as worry painted the mans face.

With a shaking, wrinkled hand, he swept across her cheek as if brushing aside stray hair. Murmured words fell from his lips, unfamiliar to her as they were cited.

To her relief he had seemingly cured her; her eye opening as if nothing had ever bothered her in the first place.

To her dismay, however, her stomach sank at the sight of a cobweb tangled at his fingertips.

“You’ve been cursed...”

- - -

Flames tower her, engulf and swallow her figure entirely. In the dark of night the cerulean fires burn dangerously bright. They burn and eat away at her shrine, at the little saplings planted along the path, devouring the trees that separate her from the main house. Distantly she can hear them shouting at her, angry and frightened cries that echo behind her own howls of agony. Blood runs in rivulets down her freckled cheek, a pain torments her left side.

Her left eye. Plucked from the socket by that wretched creature.

‘As retribution,’ The spider had sang out, admiring her new found treasure like a crystal held between spindly fingers.

And now that same woman watched on as her victim suffered, a smile on her pretty, delicate features. Her poisonous words had been effective in denouncing the fox. Every one of them, pulled along by a thread only the Jorōgumo could so lovingly create.

Thrash and flail, howl and cry. It was all she could do, so blinded and enraged with pain and disbelief. It hurt. Everything hurt. Watching the people she had been so desperate to protect turn on her. They screamed now of sealing her, fearful of her wrath.

But despite it all, even as her flames spread like wildfire and took the forest she called home, swallowing houses and people like tinder; despite the heat of the flames that burned his skin, one man stepped forward.

With a smile, the elderly man came forward.

“I don’t want to go away! I don’t want to leave!” Cried the fox, shuddering with both fear and pain alike. One eye producing tears while the other dripped with scarlet.

“I cannot stop them...” The man raised his hands to his face. Already she could smell the burning of his flesh and gagged. “But I promise to you, it will not be for all eternity. You’ll see the sun and stars again.”

“But they’ll... They will always hate me...”

“Surely there will come a Rijin with a heart that will forgive you. You’ll grow stronger and overcome this curse...” As he spoke, the flames threatening to consume his very voice, the man clawed at his own left eye. His fingernails dirty with blood and soot, his face smeared in ash.

Yet he continued to smile as he held out his final offering to the guardian fox.

- - -

“Kiri?”

His voice, subtle and gentle at her side, wakens her. Mismatched eyes slide open, met with a midnight sky and a moon hanging overhead where an afternoon sun had settled the last time she had remembered.

“You’ve been out for a while now...”

“Mmm... Tired...”

Kiri sat up at long last and stifled a yawn.

Days in which Hien wasn’t pouring over homework or giving her lectures about modern society, they frequented a nearby park. Only a short jog from his towering apartment building that, if one were to squint hard enough could still spy in the distance, but an escape regardless. All these advances over the years had left her brain muddled and confused. How strange to consider a world that continues to thrive, with or without you in it.

“We can head back, if you want.” Hien offered, a smile painted on his lips. He couldn’t hide the concern that shaded his eyes however.

The fox, with all her tails twitching and fluttering behind her, snorted at the suggestion. “Hells no! You said you’d never seen a star shower before. We’re gunna wait right here until that changes, got it?”

Hien chuckled, airy and soft. “We’ve been out here for hours...Aren’t you hungry?”

“We. Are. Waitin’.” She commanded with an upturned nose.

The young man leaned close, his shoulder bumping hers as he made an obvious attempt to look at her. “You’re always hungry though.”

She turned toward him at this statement, his face so very near to her own. His warm breath settled at her neck, the scent of him filling her senses; a mixture of forest and soap. But it wasn’t the closeness that immobilized her so abruptly, though it did encourage a blossom of color just along the crest of her cheekbones.

Rather, it was his smile. The way he simply regarded her, his earthy golden eyes holding hers. How did he do it? How could he look at her so thoughtfully? As if galaxies existed in her miscolored eyes that only he could see. Even on those evenings that she demanded his attention, craved it and childishly bothered him for; he still looked at her with bright eyes and that smile. The one so full of warmth and tenderness.

“Hey, is that the meteor shower?”

Shaken back to reality, Kiri lifted her eyes. Streaking across the velvet blue night sky, glittering like jewels as they fell, was in fact the star shower she had been determined to show Hien.

Hien’s jaw fell open with awe, his eyes practically glowing with wonder and amazement. “This is amazing...” He murmured.

But where he found only joy and excitement for the moment, Kiri’s ears lowered as did her eyes. She drew her legs against her chest, resting her chin on the tops of her knees as she watched him. With every amused chuckle of his, every curious thought muttered aloud, and every little hushed gasp as the shower continued, she felt knives in her heart, her stomach sinking fast.

She wished, oh how she wished...

That she had never met Hien.

#ffxivwrite2020 #ffxivwrites2020 #|| Heart Eater AU #|| Mytho AU #Kitsune Kiri #Hien Rijin #Lord Hien #Prince Hien #hien x wol #hien x kiri #and now you all know kiri is actually dumb #and that this just eludes to the plot behind kiri's story :VVVVV #not that anyone asked for it but brain worms

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pinkhairswagtourney · 1 year ago

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UPDATE: tourney postponned due to being shadowbanned ;;; i'm still waiting for staff to respond to my ticket . i'll update this as soon as i'm unshadowbanned .

starting on 07/05/2023, we'll continue voting to figure out who is the swaggiest pink haired character of all time !!

ROUND TWO MATCHUPS

PART ONE - 07/05 Iris Lovefeather - Tales of the Rays VS Yuyuko Saigyouji - Touhou Project Sara - Tales of Link VS Estellise Sidos Heurassein - Tales of Vesperia Mirai Momoyama - Sparkling Prism Channel VS Mashiro Nijigaoka - Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure Yasuho Hirose - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure VS Narciso Anasui - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Yoomtah Zing - Epithet Erased VS Giovanni Potage - Epithet Erased Kohaku Oukawa - Ensemble Stars VS Muku Sakisaka - Act! Addict! Actors! Riamu Yumemi - The iDOLM@STER Cinderella Girls VS Shion Mikekado - DREAM!ing Ran - Urusei Yatsura VS Genkai - YuYu Hakusho

PART TWO - 07/06 Hilda Valentine Goneril - Fire Emblem: Three Houses VS Elysia - Honkai Impact Clover Field - Zero Escape VS Nao Egokoro - Your Turn to Die Ilima - Pokemon VS Nurse Joy - Pokemon Ribbon - Kirby VS Cotton Candy Cookie - Cookie Run Madoka Kaname - Madoka Magica VS Crona - Soul Eater Neon Nostrade - Hunter x Hunter (1999) VS Amu Hinamori - Shugo Chara! Jewelry Bonney - One Piece VS Satsuki Momoi - Kuroko no Basket Perona - One Piece VS Shima Renzou - Blue Exorcist

PART THREE - 07/07 Utena Tenjou - Revolutionary Girl Utena VS Anya Forger - Spy x Family Cleo - Dragalia Lost VS Nadeshiko Kagamihara - Yuru Camp Sucy Manbavaran - Little Witch Academia VS Chika Fujiwara - Kaguya-Sama: Love is War Sakura Haruno - Naruto VS Hitori Gotoh - Bocchi the Rock! Lilim - Puyo Puyo VS Popuri - Harvest Moon Sheena Murphy - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles VS Ln'eta - Sucker for Love: First Date Marluxia - Kingdom Hearts VS Kazuichi Souda - Danganronpa Toadette - Mario Series VS Tinkaton - Pokemon

PART FOUR - 07/08 Rina Tennoji - Love Live VS Himemori Luna - Hololive Lily Tabacchi - Lily’s Well VS Jinmay - Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! “Big” Jack Horner - Puss in Boots VS Jerrica Benton - Jem and the Holograms Vivian - Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door VS Aubrey - OMORI Sakura Miku - Vocaloid VS Nikki - Love Nikki Bonnibel Bubblegum - Adventure Time VS Amy Rose - Sonic the Hedgehog Kipo Oak - Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts VS Tecna - Winx Club Violet - Arcane VS Kory Anders - Titans

#pink hair swag tourney #round two #mod post

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twisted-nox-sidus · 5 years ago

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Hello there, I’ve just read your headcannon of Strix trolling the Octavinelle trio. LOL. Thank you for the laughs. Since April fool’s day is coming. If you have the time, can you do a scenario where Strix trolls the other dorms with the help of her dream eaters. If you can include Malleus, it’s okay. If not, I understand. Thank you and stay safe.

Anon continued: Hi there, during my previous post, I was asking whether or not Malleus would join Strix’s trolling in trolling the other dorms since April Fools is coming. Oh! I almost forgot, can Grim and Lilia join with Strix in trolling. Thank you and have a good day or night.

Oof, doing six other dorms is a lot in one post, so I’ll keep things condensed, hence the headcanon format (sorry if you really wanted a scenario version!). I see Malleus and Lilia as types to watch for entertainment than directly take part in it. Strix left Grim out of her plans since he himself is chaotic already. It was time for her to assume the lead and let it out, at least for the day.

It’s come to my attention that I like doing headcanons of Strix and her dream eaters, so I plan on doing more headcanons/scenarios involving the pesky but cute spirits. They don’t stop here so look forward to it! Happy April Fool’s~

Heartslabyul

Heartslabyul could handle strange things more so than any other dorms. Just not anything against the crimson tyrant’s 810 rules.

“WHO PAINTED THE ROSE MAZE BLUE?!!!”

Riddle’s face fumes as red as his hair. Not a single trace of red is found! There was only blue as far as the eye can see.

Deuce, Trey, and Cater were rendered speechless by the sight. Just...wow. They’re not even dreading the culprit’s fate at Riddle’s mercy; instead they’re impressed with the feat. Such commitment!

Meanwhile Ace was resisting from bursting in a fit of laughter. That madwoman actually did it! She even casually remarked about doing such a feat but no one had paid her words seriously. Bravo! Bra-freaking-vo!

Ah, speaking of...

“You have a lot of nerve showing your face, Strix! You must be begging for your head to roll! This is defying the Queen of Hearts herself! Repaint every single rose -by yourself- until all is red!”

“Sheesh, let’s not get a rage stroke. You’re still so young...” Strix nonchalantly yawns. “I wanted to surprise you so I spent the whole night painting every rose blue. Of course, I had a helping hand with me.”

She vaguely gestured to the dream spirit hiding behind her leg. Me Me Bunny’s ears act as another pair of hands, and this cutie is quite dextrous; it also knows “bun fu”.

“Oh you surprised me all right. [Surprise] is only an understatement!”

A sigh. “You don’t get it, Riddle. Think of it this way. Blue makes the red stand out. Then the only red rose we’ll see...is you, my queen.”

She leans forward to slip a strand of Riddle’s velvet red locks between her fingers and graze her lips on them. Her half-lidded bright blue eyes gaze into his steel gray pair. Perhaps she was still under the drowsy spell to comprehend what she was doing, though a part of her was knowingly teasing.

Riddle stared wide-eyed. His cheeks flushed in a different meaning this time.

She pulls back to give space and turns the other way.

“Plus, contrary to your words, I think you actually like my surprise. It’s certainly not boring. And it’ll only be for today.”

Strix flashed a lazy grin his way.

“Happy April Fool’s~”

Savanaclaw

Strix’s dream eaters are quirky, adorable, and colorful spirits. Jack often questions their capabilities. What can little prey do to the brawny hotheads of Savanaclaw?

A lot.

One day Strix was on patrol. Jack had been keeping an eye as she works part-time as the “cleaner” of Savanaclaw. Just how much power can she draw from these familiars? It was a test for Strix to see if she can meet the standards of a respectable magician in this academy.

Meanwhile Ruggie anticipates something interesting will happen. Strix’s dream eaters are an enigmatic force to reckon with. He himself certainly doesn’t plan on confronting them since that’s not what he signed up for as vice dorm leader.

The hyena snickered his trademark laugh. What mayhem will the prefect student do?

Strix had to break up a fight for the nth time this week. Things happened, and one of the students said something that forced Strix to deal her hand.

Instead of commanding her eagle and hawk to attack, she summoned a single chubby cat/dog hybrid with stubby legs. It doesn’t look like a clever beast.

Aww, look at it roll around and paw at air for affection while its pink tongue stuck out. They’re going to die of cuteness.

Strix blankly stared ahead. “Meow Wow... Balloon.”

Said spirit stood on all four legs and stopped wagging. Every onlooker watched as it inflated in size. It continued to grow and grow until no one could see the light of day. It was then everyone thought it’d be wise to run from immediate vicinity.

However it was too late when Meow Wow deflated in puffy smoke and sparkles, drowning its victims along with the plume of clouds.

Jack and Ruggie watched from a platform above where they could see the area in action.

“Magic familiar tamers have unique strengths...” Was what Jack concluded. A hawk and eagle’s cries pierce the sky.

Ruggie rubbed the back of his head. “Let’s be real; in this world, birds are a real hassle. As long as you don’t make an enemy of them...”

Strix was already gone by the time Meow Wow inflated. Her eagle dream spirit now willingly massive in size acted as her glider and transporter. Strix’s body dangled as she clung tightly to her Eaglider’s talons until it settled her on the balcony of a dorm room. Eaglider flew to patrol elsewhere alongside Halbird, the hawk dream eater.

Sitting on a chair was Leona playing with a chess piece in his hand. A chessboard was already set up on the table, the black side facing him.

“Enjoying your job, aren’t you.”

Strix allowed a sheepish smirk. She’s not exactly proud to engage in cleaning up people’s messes, but there’s the thrill she finds in it. “To be honest, yeah. I think I might be a sadist at this point...�� She mumbled under her breath and continued, “Sorry for the wait. Let’s start.”

Scarabia

“Jamil, a rainbow fish is swimming through the skies!”

“Nonsense. There are no aquatic animals in Scarabia. You probably just saw a magic carpet.”

“Then how come no one told me magic carpets can shoot lasers??”

Before Jamil can decipher whatever the hell Kalim meant by that, the sapphire blue skies turned murky. No, that wasn’t the work of clouds.

To everyone’s bewilderment, they bared witness to a school of colorful fish roaming freely through the air and above the whole dormitory aimlessly.

Lasers shoot from their mouths and make contact with the other to cause sparks to erupt in colorful fireworks. So that’s the laser part...

Kalim’s eyes sparkled. “It’s like the aquariums at Octavinelle, but airborne! *gasp* I just got a great idea for the next party!”

“For the nth time Kalim no more parties this month!”

*whistle* “Fin Fatale’s actually enjoying this. Who’d knew?”

The two boys turn to see Strix approaching them causally.

Strix grinned. “Bet you don’t see this in Scarabia often.”

Pomefiore

Pomefiore students have a tendency to look into a mirror at almost any given opportunity. They recognize every detail of their their highly bestowed beauty, lest they would fail to maintain perfection.

Imagine their surprise when a carbon copy of themselves suddenly replaces their reflection, except in a horrendous eye-burning color palette that screams “clown”

Turns out the copy really is a clown creature with a large tongue. Jestabocky simply loves to prank people at the expense of their reactions, and it took a liking to Pomefiore students.

Strix giggled in amusement, much to Vil’s chagrin. Standing next to the man was a Vil duplicate, except in that hideous orange carrot and lemon yellow palette that made his eyes want to bleed. Of course no one could ever compare to the original, especially a circus mimic at that.

Rook was examining his blood red and ice blue carbon copy. What a refreshing change of pace! “Your dream eaters never cease to amaze, little owl.” “Don’t hunt them for sport though!”

Epel was staring at his clone awkwardly. Cotton candy hair and yellow eyes are an odd combination. And would it stop grinning uncharacteristically like that? It’s freaky.

Strix looks beside her. Teal green hair, violet eyes, and an orange to yellow uniform color scheme. It’s horrendous, but that’s where the fun lies. Her dream eaters don’t know the meaning of color coordination.

Ignihyde

Strix thinks a surprise here and there in the shut-in dorm leader’s life ought to keep him on his toes. She knows how much Ortho wants him to come out his room, and so she’ll deliver just that.

Idia recieved an alert message as he was browsing the net. A window pops up displaying the security camera footage across the entire Ignihyde dorm.

To his horror, rainbows invaded the cameras everywhere he looked. In each one there was a massive bipedal colorful panda doing something to the students behind the screen. One was lifting a student to the air, another swinging and cradling, and others generally giving bear hugs to any soul -dead or living- that enter their vision.

Though the pandas are harmless and students are unharmed (some seem to enjoy it while others are bewildered in shock), Idia was quaking in his chair. If he walks out the room he’ll be crushed by the pandas’ mercy! (And by rainbows and cuteness!)

He zoomed in one of the footages. A Kooma Panda held a sign directly to the camera.

[YOU’RE NEXT]

This is nightmare fuel! Nightmares, he tells you!

Just as he spun around to hide and cower in the safety of his blankets, he had failed to notice the looming shadow over his flaming head prior to this very moment.

There was the same panda. In his bedroom. Staring right into his soul.

It smiled. (I reread this part and lowkey I realized I was writing a FNaF fanfic for a moment wut)

Idia wheezed. How did it get here?! Was it capable of teleporting?!

The shut-in had never ran for the door to the outside world with such eagerness in his life up to now. He slammed the door open and was about to hit the breeze when suddenly he recognized Strix standing right in front of him.

He practically tackled the poor girl (oof). Just when he dreads the contact with the floor, he felt something bouncy push them off. And then the same bouncing source came from behind. Now he’s squeezed between something.

The world spun in his eyes. Light-hearted laughter snapped him out of his trance. His soul actually came close to leaving him the moment Strix’s face registered in his vision. So close!

Two Kooma Pandas were hugging and nuzzling the two in a human-dream eater sandwich. Awww.

From the sidelines, Ortho watched in awe. That’s one way to bring his big bro out of the room. He eagerly joins in the hug fest with Strix and an all-too drained Idia.

Strix giggled and wrapped her arms around Idia and the panda behind him. She was clearly enjoying this. “Happy April Fools~”

Diasomnia

First things first: Strix can’t fool two all mighty and powerful faeries. Instead, she’ll entertain them like she and her dream eaters have always done. After all, boredom is their kind’s biggest enemy.

One day, Diasomnia students were walking down the halls when they notice a colorful bat creature hanging upside down from the ceiling, innocently watching people pass by.

There was one Komory Bat. The next door over there are two. The door after that door appeared three. In front of the dorm gate there may or may not be a bat perched to greet students in and out.

In the library, students are surprised when they’re greeted by the librarian aid...who was working upside down and levitating with gravity magic.

Strix casually acts as though it was natural. When she had to move away from the counter she continued walking upside down on the ceiling. If the ceiling was too high she’d float over just above people’s heads, and address when needed.

Strix likes to mess with Sebek by doing a “handstand” on his broad shoulders while talking to Silver. Sebek would shoo her off and when he does, Strix still pesters him by floating with a mocking haughtiness behind the way she rocks back and forth while grinning mischievously. The sight is hilarious, much to Sebek’s chagrin.

She can see why Lilia likes doing this. By the end of the day though, that’s enough walking on ceilings for the year.

Strix greets Malleus at eye level. “How’d you like it? Not boring, right?”

The horned fae chuckled. The glimmer of accomplishment in her stunning blue eyes amuses him the most. Like a child who proudly boasts their little achievements to appeal to their parents. It was adorable. “Certainly.”

#twisted wonderland #my post #strix noctowl #anon #headcanon asks #diasomnia #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #ignihyde #pomefiore #scarabia #dream eater spirits

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chaoticdisater · 5 years ago

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school day reunions// a Hogwarts mystery

“you could come with,” Tonks flicks her pinky red hair back as she works on some light makeup,

she was going to see her school friends for the first time in forever they where actually in England, they had scattered across the globe but now they where all getting together and she was so excited her new husband, on the other hand, was a little wary of tonks going out alone to meet a group of people she hadn't seen in years,

“I doubt your friends want me there,” Remus looked up from the newish book that he had gotten just yesterday

“they're bringing their partners,” Tonks shrugged putting lipgloss on then grabbing her leather jacket from the closet

“there bringing the person they've been dating for a little bit, not the person they're married to,” Remus pushed himself up from the bed where he was laying

“well, all except for one of them things that marriage is a dumb money wasting contract,” Tonks gave a small grin then countered, “but I do have friends who are in a common law marriage,” she shrugged,

“have fun I guess,” Remus shrugged when Tonks started to pull on her boots

“really just come, you don't have to sit with us if you don't want to but come anyway, they'll get really mad if I say I'm married and I have no one to show for it,” tonks took Remus hand giving a little pout as she looked into his eyes,

“fine, but only because I don't want you to get murdered,” Remus defended,

they walked to a small muggle bar just to streets away from where Remus and Tonks were staying, and in the back corner sat a group of eight people sat around a table each already had their drinks,

“Hello,” Tonks grinned as everyone turned to see her,

“hey, tonkies poo,” a man from the other side of the table called

“ugh Andre don't call me that,” Tonks huffed, “anyways, guys this is my husband Remus Lupin,” she grinned

“excuse me you got married miss what even is love, got married” the girl sitting in front of her flicked her long brown hair back from her face,

“yes?” tonks shrugged as she took Remus hand,

“wow, must be some guy,” the girl next to her nodded looking over Remus face just the glare of her violet eyes made Remus squirm, she was twenty-five yet she was one of the most terrifying people she had ever seen.

“Remus, this is raven midnight, and her annoying girlfriend Merula snyde,” Tonks back hugged Raven as she stuck her tongue out at Merula

“it's nice to meet you, Remus,” Raven smiled up at Tonks and Remus,

“beside Merula is Penny Haywood, we where Hufflepuff buddies together,” Tonks gave Penny a grin as she moved over to hug her,

“yeah but we all know I was professor sprouts favourite,” Penny ran her hand through her shorter blond hair, she had these bright blue eyes that sparkled when she laughed

“you where also snape’s favourite, news flash he still hates me, not that anyone is surprised,” Tonks laughed “next to penny is, Ben Copper, hes my favourite little scardy cat,” ben just rolled his eyes but gave her a shy smile, “Next to benny-boo is Rowan Khanna, she is the smartest person that I've ever met,”

“that's very sweet tonks, but I doubt I’m the smartest person you've ever met, I mean have you measured the intelligence of everyone that you have worked or meet,”

“you say things like that I'm convinced you're the smartest person I know,” Tonks grinned at her antics, “next to Rowan is Ardre and Barnaby who is dressed much better then I remember him ever dressing,”

“Andre picks out my outfits now he doesn't trust me to dress properly as he says,” Barnaby shrugged as Andre shook his head

“Oh baby what will my clients think if my boyfriend is poorly dressed, I can't have that” Andre turned and placed a small kiss on Barnaby's cheek

“I do think you've met or at least heard of Charlie, hes bills younger brother,” Tonks pointed to the redhead in the corner of the table who gave a small grin,

“we meet at Bills wedding, if you can remember, you should have to meet raven to but,” Charlie looked at raven dead in the eyes

“there's a war Char, and I had wanted to come but England is a right mess,” raven shook her head,

“We missed seeing you, wasn't rowan invited to,”

“I was on assignment in China I didn't get the invite until I got back and then it was too late” Rowan explained,

“what do you do?” Remus asked as tonks sat them between ben and penny,

“Currently I work for the US wizarding government in charge of peace treaties but I work on contracts, mostly in interrogations and occliamacey but there isn't much work in that right now,” Rowan gave a small look down into her glass.

“it gets harder every day,” Raven chimed in,

“you're all highly educated,” tonks shrugs she didn't expect to be the most successful.

“well when you've got a bad rep, most people won't hire you its gonna get worse if we live through this war,” Merula leaned into raven who softly kissed her messy hair.

“we’ll get by,” Raven mumbled,

Remus learned a lot that night

Raven and Merula had been dating since school both Charlie and Tonks took the responsibility for that, Merula said they started dating in spite of the two, Ben and Rowan lived together but they didn't date, claiming that they just worked as friends, penny was the best at potions and sometimes put snape to shame with her handy work, Penny worked as a potion master for a privet company she made the big bucks, but she lived out in Australia. marulas parents had been convicted death-eaters she was never a death eater but she got turned away from jobs just from her name, Raven was a bounty hunter of sorts, very good at it too, but she also worked with dragons, Andre was a stylist one of the best apparently and Barnaby worked in a book shop, Charlie was probably the best dragonologist on the planet, Andre and Barnaby had been dating for five years now, they lived out in the states.

around midnight they headed back home.

“your friends are nice,” Remus said as they walked down the night street,

“there some of the best people ever, I wish I could spend more time with them,” Tonks sighed

“Maybe when the war is over,” Remus suggested reaching for tonks hand

“yeah, maybe” Tonks smiled back at him.

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//this was so much better when it was an idea in my head this didn't really end well or the middle wasn't great either,//

#harry potter #remus x tonks #hogwarts mystery #andre x barnaby #am i the only one who ships andre and barnaby #im gonna go with yes #fanfic

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amarauder · 6 years ago

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chapter twenty-two ❥ original

it’s a hate-love thing original version.

james potter x reader.

"I got fifteen O.W.L.s!" gushed y/n, as she hugged Alice at King's Cross. "Can you believe it? FIFTEEN!"

"y/n, calm down," laughed Alice. "It was obvious that you'd get the highest number of O.W.L.s. Be happy that you don't have to take the N.E.W.T.s this year." She made a face.

"And you made Head Girl! That's wonderful!"

"Yeah, but guess who's Head Boy?"

"Who?"

"Longbottom! As if he hasn't already caused me enough pain, the git."

"Are you still going out with Sturges?" asked y/n nervously.

"Well, duh. I really like him. I mean, I know I'll never be able to love him like Frank, but he's all right."

"So will you say 'yes', if you asks you to marry him?"

Alice furrowed her brow and thought for a moment. "Maybe."

"Oy, n/n!" cried Arabella, waving her arms wildly at her friend. "Alice! C'mon, the train's leaving in five minutes!"

The three girls hurriedly went through the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten, and hopped onto the scarlet train just in time. They found Jennifer and Violet already in a compartment, and joined them.

"Fifteen O.W.L.s, y/n?" cried Jennifer excitedly. "Oh Merlin, that's fantastic! I got twelve."

"That's great. What about you, Vi?"

"Eleven. I didn't get an O.W.L. for Transfiguration, Divination, or Potions, though."

"We get to choose our classes this year," continued y/n, her e/c eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm going to choose Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Potions. I am so glad that I can ditch Divination."

"I'm not taking Potions or Transfiguration," said Violet dismally. "But I got high grades in Care of Magical Creatures, and that's perfect for working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

"That's what Amos is going to do, too," said Arabella disgustedly.

Violet turned white. "Well—er—that doesn't mean I like him, you know," she responded quickly.

"Of course you don't. Who would?"

"You did," she pointed out.

Arabella scowled. "Yes, well, I did. I don't anymore, now, do I?"

"Of course not. You love Sirius. And now you can't say that you only like him; he said himself that he loved you."

A warm flush rose to her cheeks. "Yes, I love Sirius. Jen loves Remus. Y/n loves James. It's all good, right?"

Y/n choked on the sandwich that she had brought from home. "I love Potter? As if!"

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Not this again. Anyway, how many O.W.L.s did you get, Bella?"

"Twelve, like you. I'm going to work at the Department of Magical Games and Sports. What about you?"

"Department of Mysteries. I'd love to be an Unspeakable, you know. It sounds fascinating, and you get to learn all sorts of, well, mysteries that are concealed to normal witches and wizards."

"That's very dangerous," warned Alice. "Many an Unspeakable are being killed by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I hear that the Dementors from Azkaban are also his followers."

"You're going to be an Auror," Jennifer pointed out. "That's even more dangerous. You're going face-to-face with Voldemort himself, or along those lines, at least."

"Yes, but the best thing about being an Auror," interrupted y/n, "is that you get the pleasure of knowing that you can save many lives by risking your own. It takes a lot of endurance through the training, but it's worth it."

"It's a great sacrifice," said Violet softly. "Are you sure you want to become one, Y/n?"

"Of course, Vi. It's been my dream. Too bad I have to go through training with Potter."

Arabella laughed. "Go through training with him? You'll be married to him by the end!"

Y/n shot a look at her best friend. "Will not."

"'Course you will. You're destined for each other, and you know it."

"I know it, but I'll do anything to prevent it from happening."

"What about poor Harry then, huh? Will he never live?"

"He may as well have a different Mum, if I'm concerned," she snapped back.

Alice looked taken aback. "Oh, so you want James to marry someone like Deanna?"

"Her? I don't give a damn—"

"Ha!" cried Jennifer triumphantly. "And you call us with bad language!"

Y/n glared at her. "Oh, shut up, Jen."

"I won't!"

"Jen..."

"Oh, shut it, both of you," said Arabella wearily.

"May we join you beautiful ladies?" said a familiar voice from behind them.

The five girls turned around and saw the Marauders and Frank standing right outside of their compartment.

"Sirius!" Arabella flung herself into her boyfriend's arms, and crushed his body onto hers painfully.

"Bellsies—can't breathe—"

"Oh, right." She let go looking flustered and ignored the snickers that followed. "Hi, Frank." She waved to the gangly-looking Head Boy behind Peter.

"Arabella," acknowledged Frank with a nod of his head. "Y/n, Jennifer, Violet...Alice." His eyes brightened.

"Well, I'd better get to the prefect carriage," said Alice quickly, standing up and letting her loose golden curls fall onto her shoulders. Her blue eyes scrutinized Frank carefully. "You'd better go, too, Longbottom; you're the Head Boy."

"Right." He nodded and followed her out of the compartment, waving after the eight sixth-years.

"Poor guy," sighed James, shaking his head slightly. "His heart's breaking every moment of this."

"Didn't know you cared, Potter," said Y/n coldly.

James turned his hazel eyes onto Y/n's e/c ones with a fixed look that made her shiver. "I'm not as cold-hearted as you think, L/n. I have compassion, and I have care. Frank has been my neighbor and good mentor and friend for nearly my whole life. I care about how he feels; and right now, he's feeling terrible and guilty all at once."

The girls stared at him in awe, while the other three Marauders exchanged approving looks with each other and simply beamed at James, who was still staring at Y/n intently.

"Stop staring, Potter," she ordered, after a while.

"Why?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you're beautiful." James smiled sadly. "Can we share this compartment with you?"

"There are others. Why don't you share one with your fans? They'll be more than willing to make room."

He shook his head again. "I don't care about those girls; they're idiots with empty heads, all of them. Besides, we let you share our compartment last year on the train ride back home, remember?"

Y/n did indeed remember, and she silently cursed James for remembering as well. However, it wasn't only his sharp memory that she was in a quandary about; it was his attitude itself. He no longer had that egotistical and condescending personality, which usually made people around him feel more inferior. No, he had a brisk and genial air about him now. He walked confidently, yes, but didn't have that cold stare when passing by people who dressed shabbily; in fact, he had something in his eyes whenever he passed the less fortunate ones—pity. Y/n found it exceptionally hard to adapt to this immediate change.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly.

"Doing what?" said James, looking thoroughly confused. "I didn't hex Snape or anyone coming here, if that's what you mean."

"No, no." She shook her head firmly. "Why aren't you acting all snooty and patronizing?"

James blinked. He knew that he had this question coming. But what really puzzled him was the realization that he had acted all bratty throughout his last five years at Hogwarts. And that people expected it of him as well. A guilty feeling spread through him as he saw Y/n, the love of his life, thinking how he had suddenly turned nice. But hadn't he always been nice? The Marauders liked him—and many of the girls at Hogwarts had crushes on him. But he realized that the latter only liked him because of his looks. He sighed dismally.

"What's wrong?" Y/n pushed.

"I just...never knew that I've acted like such a prat for the last five years. I mean, you've told me that I've been a prat for hundreds of times, but those comments just bounced off me. And now I guess I'm more sensitive."

She snorted. "You, sensitive? I highly doubt it." But Y/n regretted saying it when she saw the apparent hurt in James' eyes.

"Well," said Sirius, breaking up the "moment", "can we share this compartment with you or what?"

"Yes," said Y/n, her eyes still glued to James' sad eyes.

"Thank you. My legs were about to fall off."

Arabella punched his arm. "Don't be so tactless," she hissed. "Can't you see that Y/n and James are having a moment? It hasn't happened since first year!"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "They were snapping at each other again. Some moment."

Remus gave Arabella a "don't even bother" look, inclining his head toward Sirius.

"I don't like you," said y/n flatly.

"I know you don't," replied James airily. "Why should you? I've been an arrogant and bullying prat for the last five years. I'm surprised that Remus and Peter can still handle Sirius and I." He winked at his best friend.

She narrowed her eyes. For a minute there, she had thought that James had changed. But he had that same egotistical aura.

"You haven't changed a bit," she spat.

He merely shrugged and smiled again. "You can't expect me to be studious and staid all the time, do you? We Marauders need to have fun in life...and I intend to have it while my life lasts. After all, I only have five years left of my life."

"As do I," said y/n in a hard voice. "But I prefer spending my life on grades."

He stared at her in disbelief. "That's boring!"

"Oh? And I suppose you find it great entertainment to be torturing Snivel—Snape."

James grinned roguishly. "Nah, torturing Snape doesn't mean much to me now. Why bother the git? He'd be wasting my time anyway."

"Since when have you been so philosophical?"

"Will you guys shut up?" growled Sirius, rubbing his forehead. "I never knew you were so boring, Prongs. We should be talking about those hot girls from Hufflepuff."

James rolled his eyes. "First of all, Padfoot, you have a girlfriend. Second of all, there are girls here, and I'm sure they wouldn't take too kindly, hearing us talk about girls. Third of all, I've no interest in those girls that you call 'hot'. You know my heart belongs to one beautiful Gryffindor, and her only."

Remus, though keeping a calm composure on the outside, was grinning like mad on the inside. James was doing a wonderful job not being so arrogant, that the former actually wondered if James had really changed, instead of just keeping an affected personality to gain y/n's love.

"Has my best friend gone mad?" whispered Sirius, poking Remus.

"He's changed," said Remus softly, "for the better. His love for y/n made him more humble."

"But—but—" spluttered Sirius. "Prongs isn't supposed to be humble! The Potters are one of the most prominent and wealthiest pureblood families in the Wizarding world. He has everything he wants. Why is he humble?"

"Because y/n's unrequited feelings for him is making him realize that even the wealthiest people cannot get what they want all the time. He wants y/n to love him, but y/n's playing hard-to-get. That's what's making him be—well—like a normal guy, instead of stuck-up like you, Padfoot."

Sirius scowled. "Hey! I'm not stuck-up!"

Jennifer snorted. "Yeah, right."

"I'm not! And you belong to Remus."

She raised a blond eyebrow. "Is that so? I'm a piece of property, like a wand? That's nice to hear."

Remus couldn't restrain himself any longer; he burst out laughing before all eight of them.

Peter looked positively alarmed. "Am I missing something?"

"Moony's gone mad," said James in wonder.

"I have not!" exclaimed Remus, still chuckling.

"Then why are you laughing?" asked Violet skeptically.

"Can't a wizard laugh once in a while?"

"If he has a reason, yes," said Jennifer coolly.

Remus promptly shut up. "I'm laughing because of you, Jen."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, yeah? So you're laughing because I'm hurting. Thanks, Remus."

"No, no! It's not like that—"

"Than what is it like?"

"I love you," he said quietly, that they could barely hear.

The Marauders' jaws dropped open, while the girls' eyes shined with tears.

"Wait to go, Moony," muttered Sirius. "Announcing your undying love in broad daylight. Such a romantic."

James worked very hard at keeping a straight face after that comment.

"You don't," said Jennifer, her blue eyes filled with tears.

Remus looked highly alarmed. "W-What? Of course I do! How can you say that, Jenny?"

She flinched at his pet name for her. "Don't call me that," she said in a steely tone. "Why did you break up with me? So you can go for another prettier and smarter girl in Ravenclaw."

"How can you even imply—"

"How can I?" she nearly screamed. "How can I? You broke my heart, Remus, with your stupid letter. I'm sorry that I sent you a Howler; I really am. But is a stupid envelope really worth a break-up?"

Remus hung his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Jenny. I just got carried away, I guess. But I guess we're a perfect couple now, since we've had a fight of our own." He smiled slightly.

Jennifer returned the smile and went over to hug her ex-boyfriend (or, rather, boyfriend). There was a chorus of "Aww's" and sniffles between the other six friends who watched the scene with great interest.

"Moony's lucky," said James to himself. "He has the girl of his dreams. So does Sirius. Only I don't."

"Who is the 'girl of your dreams', Potter?" asked Y/n curiously.

"I don't think you'd care if you knew," he replied. "You'd laugh."

"No, really."

"I won't tell. It's a secret between us Marauders and Frank, though your friends could probably guess within a nanosecond."

Y/n leaned over to Violet and whispered, "Who does Potter like?"

Violet looked at her with interest. "Oh, you mean love?"

She rolled her eyes. "Potter can't love."

"Yes, he can."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Who is it?" demanded Y/n impatiently.

Violet gave a toothy smile. "You."

"Excuse me?"

"James loves you, Y/n. Has ever since our fifth year, when you told him to stop hexing Snape in the corridor, and when you accidentally told him that you 'liked' him."

Y/n's mouth dropped open in surprise, as her e/c eyes widened. Whatever Violet was about to say, she was definitely not expecting this.

Potter likes me, she thought dully. Out of all the girls he could've fallen in love with, he chose me. Bookworm Y/n L/n, who studies too much for her own good. He just had to choose the girl who hated him.

"Y/n?" Violet peered at her. "Hello?"

"Wha—What?" Y/n jerked out of her daze, startled. "Where's the Snitch?"

"Excuse me?" She laughed. "Were you thinking of Jamie dearest again?"

"I'd never!"

The compartment slid open, revealing a handsome boy, whom they vaguely recognized as the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, and in the same year as themselves. He smiled at the girls, but his warm gray eyes were fixed steadily on Violet with a look of admiration.

"Hello, Violet," he said, his eyes still fixed onto hers. "Would you like to—maybe—go out with me sometime?"

Violet's eyes widened. "You mean...like a date?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Er—yeah. Will you?"

"Sure." She shrugged. "You're Jackson Bradley, right? Sorry, but I'm not too good with names."

Jackson grinned widely. "Yeah. You will? Really?"

Violet shrugged again. "Sure."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" He looked as if he were going to burst out singing, but decided against it after seeing the Marauders in the same compartment. He didn't want to tempt blackmail from the pranksters.

"James," he said, with a slight incline of his head.

"Jack," greeted James cordially. It was obvious that they were good friends.

Y/n smiled at her friend as Jackson left with a huge grin plastered on his face. "See, Vi? What did I tell you? Lots of boys like you! Jackson's had a crush on you since fifth year."

"Well," she said dreamily, "I guess you're not the only ignorant one."

"What's that supposed to be?" asked Y/n with a frown.

"Nothing." Violet gave James an encouraging nod of her head as the train continued to move steadily.

Y/n, to her horror, found herself staring at James Potter for the past ten minutes in the library. She scolded herself mentally for not paying any attention to her Transfiguration essay, and continued to read the extremely tedious passage about human transfiguration and how to transfigure your head into that of an animal.

"I'm glad you find me extremely charming, L/n," said James with amusement, as e/c eyes met his hazel ones.

She flushed. "Well, I am extremely sorry, Potter, to say that I don't find you attractive at the least."

James turned crimson. "Are you having trouble?" He changed the subject abruptly.

"I am, as a matter of fact. Are you here to taunt me of my poor Transfiguration skills?"

"Nah. I was just wondering if you need help. I mean, I'm fair at Transfiguration, since I have a fortunate wand."

"Fair? You get top grades in it in our year, and you've never hesitated to tell everyone that."

"Well, it's not too nice, is it? Bragging about one's accomplishments and making people feel bad."

Y/n frowned. "But that's what you're all about, Potter! You've been showing off all your life."

He was starting to lose his temper. "Oh, so that's what you think of me, eh? Someone who lives in this world just to show off his achievements and accomplishments? Well, let me tell you something, L/n. I happen to care about my family, friends, and grades as well. Sure, I don't look as if I care about my grades, but I do. I guess I just don't study too much because all this stuff comes naturally to me, as my parents and teachers say. I care about my mum and dad, and I care about Sirius, Remus, and Peter. They're like my brothers, especially Sirius, who's living with us from now on. And I care about y—" He stopped, his eyes widening and his cheeks flushed.

"Me?" said Lily gently.

James shook his head vigorously. "It doesn't matter."

"Violet said that you love me. Is it true?"

"What's it to you? You hate me."

Those words tore at y/n's heart more than she had imagined. She was hurt that James thought that she hated him...but she did, didn't she? But recently, James' unusual behavior went out to y/n; maybe the arrogant derk really did change for the better.

"I'm sorry."

"You're what?" repeated James in disbelief.

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? What for?"

"For hating you," she replied softly.

His angry expression disappeared. "You don't have to be sorry for hating me. I mean, I never apologized for hating you, did I?"

"No, but you've fallen in love with me."

"Don't bring it up, y/n...please."

"Why not?"

"Look, it's hurting me enough that you don't love me, or even like me, back..."

This broke y/n's heart even more, for unknown reasons. Why was she feeling this way? She hated James Potter...or so she thought. But it hurt her to hear James suffering through all this, thinking that she didn't care at all.

"Look, James, I love you," she began, "as a friend," she added, as she saw a glimmer of hope in his beautiful hazel eyes.

James smiled. "It's all right, y/n, I understand. After all, I've been a great prat; who wouldn't hate me?"

"You can have any girl you want, Potter. Why me?"

He opened his mouth, prepared to give a whole hour speech, but y/n sensed that he was going to talk a lot.

"Look, don't answer," she said hastily. "I know you're going to tell me stuff about my eyes and smile. I'll think of your offer if you can prove that you love me."

"Huh? What offer?"

"You always ask me out, silly." She winked.

His jaw dropped open and he looked as if he was going to faint.

"Prongs?" said Sirius urgently, looking at his friend in alarm.

"What?"

"You look like you're going to faint, mate. Need me to help escort you to the Hospital Wing?"

"I'm fine," he insisted.

"You're not fine, Potter," snapped Y/n.

"Oh?" He sneered. "And how do you know, Ms. L/n?"

"Because I've known you for the past five years, and I know when you're not fine."

"She's right, Prongs," said Sirius.

"I'm fine," he said, yet again. "Leave me alone!" He jumped up and ran out of the library, to Gryffindor Tower, no doubt.

Sirius looked critically at Y/n. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing!" she exclaimed. "I just told him that I'd consider his offer if he'd stop being a prat."

"What offer?"

Her cheeks turned pink. "When he asked me to go out with him numerous times last year."

Sirius grinned widely. "Oh, you are falling for my best friend, L/n. Now, don't deny it; it's so obvious. You are head-over-heels for James Henry Potter!" He said this a bit too loudly, and everyone in the library turned to look at him, including Madam Pince, the strict librarian.

"So," said Juan Demise, raising an eyebrow, "don't think I'm good enough, eh, L/n? Going for the purebloods, are you?"

"Oh, shut up, Juan," snapped Y/n impatiently. "I'm not falling for Potter! Sirius is just being—well—Sirius. And when have you ever asked me out?"

"Last year," he replied brusquely.

"Oh, that. Well, it was because you couldn't get my best friend, so you decided to ask me, so that you can get Arabella."

Juan blushed, cringing at Sirius' cold gaze. "You're lying."

"I, a Gryffindor Prefect, lie? I though you knew me better, Demise."

"Go out with my best friend."

"What?" Y/n was taken aback. "Who's your best friend?"

"Frank Longbottom. He's just broken up with his girlfriend of two years, Alice, and he's feeling awful."

"He's with Trish Vance," said Y/n pointedly.

"So? Alice is with Sturges Diggle and Frank's about to dump Vance anyway. Since Alice is going to marry Diggle, you may as well be with Frank. He's a nice kid, he really is!"

"You're mad, Demise," commented Sirius in awe.

"Thank you, Black." He smirked. "'Sides, L/n, Frank fancies you."

"He does not! He loves Alice, and I think that they should get together. If you were his real best friend, you'd think so too."

This struck a chord in Juan, for his face turned pale white. "I've been his best friend for seven years."

"Potter's known him since birth, and has been a better friend to Frank than you."

Sirius cracked a smile. Y/n is sticking up for Prongs...that's definitely a first. Wait until I tell him!

"What are you grinning at, Black?" said Juan sharply. "Find this discourse funny, do you?"

"Leave him alone!" shrieked Y/n. "He didn't do a thing to you!"

"Oh, I thought you'd never cheat on your best friend, L/n. Now you're going out with Black?"

"I am not," she said coldly. "Sirius is my friend and nothing else."

"You are pathetic, L/n," spat Juan. "No wonder you've never gotten a boyfriend before. If it wasn't for Potter in love with you, you'd be even more down in the social status of Hogwarts."

"Out of my way, Demise." Y/n pushed past him and ran to Gryffindor Tower, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Thestrals," she said to the Fat Lady, who allowed her entrance into the common room.

"L/n?" said James gently, as he saw y/n come through the portrait hole. "What's wrong?"

"Demise..." she began, but didn't finish; she started sobbing loudly.

"It's all right, L/n." James wrapped his arm around her and let her sob into his chest. "What did Juan do?"

"Being a prat again." Y/n looked up and gave him a watery smile.

James chuckled slightly. "Figures. Don't let the git get to you."

"He said that I was pathetic, and that was the reason why I've never had a boyfriend in all my years at Hogwarts." She conveniently left out the part where Juan mentioned James.

"Don't mind him. He's just an idiot, is all. You're perfect, and I think that every guy is mad for not liking you."

She smiled. "He's right, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since...well, I've never even had a boyfriend before, period. Maybe it's time that I do loosen up and get one."

James' eyes widened. If he couldn't get y/n to be his girlfriend, then no other guy should have her, either. But before he could say another word, there was a blinding flash of light. The whole common room illuminated and three figures stumbled out of nowhere. The two sixth years stared in surprise and confusion as the light disappeared, revealing two boys and a girl.

"We're from the future," said one of the boys. "Dumbledore sent us along, 'cause—" He looked at the other boy for support.

"Because Dumbledore wants us to see the past, or something like that," said the girl quickly.

James raised an eyebrow. "Er—hello, then. I'm James Potter." He extended a hand.

"Y/n L/n." Y/n stuck out a hand as well.

One of the boys' eyes looked shocked. On closer inspection, James realized that he had the same startling green eyes as Y/n.

"You're Harry Potter!" he exclaimed rather loudly.

Y/n gasped and clutched James' arm rather tightly, though the latter secretly enjoyed it.

The redhead boy, whom they recognized to be Ron Weasley, looked over at the couple with a critical eye. "You two are supposed to hate each other," he said bluntly.

"Ron!" cried the bushy brown-haired girl sharply. "Excuse him; he's not much to manners. I'm Hermione Granger."

"We know," said Y/n, nodding, "and the red-haired boy is Ron Weasley, correct?"

"How do you know all this?" asked Harry suspiciously.

"Dumbledore told us," was said with brevity.

"How does Dumbledore know?" queried Ron, squinting. "You know, I don't think you're Harry's parents."

James rolled his eyes. "Oh? Then who is? Arabella Figg and Sirius Black?"

Y/n snorted, while the other three stared in shock, and glanced at Harry nervously.

"Oh, sorry," said James, noticing the look on Harry's face. "Sirius died, didn't he?"

Harry nodded mutely. "He was like—like the father I never knew. He was both my mother and father, and my mentor. He was always there for me and never kept me waiting. And he was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange in an attack in the Department of Mysteries."

Hermione gasped and put her hand on his mouth. "Harry!" she hissed.

"My best friend was killed by his damn cousin?" said James incredulously. "Well, then, we'll just have to Avada Kedavra Bellatrix the next time we see her."

"Potter!" exclaimed Y/n. "It's bad enough that we know this piece information! But to actually change the future—?"

"All right, sorry. Anyway, I'm James Potter, and this is Y/n L/n, my future wife. Need to know anything else?"

"Was it true, what Snape said before?" asked Harry quietly.

"Snivellus? That git? I don't know, what did he say?"

"You've always hexed him at Hogwarts," continued Harry, unfazed. "Was it true that Mum hated you?"

James glanced at Y/n and then back at his future son. "Well—er—she still hates me at this moment, but—"

"I don't hate you," Y/n interrupted, blushing.

"You don't?"

"No. I told you I loved you as a friend, didn't I?"

"See, Harry," said Ron, looking delighted. "I told you your mum and dad never hated each other. You're just worrying about nothing. See, your dad, he's a nice guy. Snape was just being a slimy git as usual."

"You cursed Snape near the lake in fifth year for no reason," accused Harry, turning to James. "And y/n intervened, and she was yelling at you like mad. She tried to help Snape, but he called her a you-know-what."

James turned red. "I'm not proud of it, mind you, Harry. I'm sorry if that was the only memory that you've had of me. I'm sure I'll get better as the years pass. I'm not doing too bad myself right now."

Suddenly, the portrait hole swung open, revealing Sirius and Remus, grinning.

"Moony, Padfoot," greeted James.

"Hey, Prongs, you'll never guess what happened! Bella, Jen, and Vi all got a detention because of us! Oh, it was brilliant."

Y/n sniffed indignantly. "Only you'd think that, Sirius."

"Oh, hello," said Remus politely, seeing the future trio standing beside his friends. "Are you new? I've never seen you in Gryffindor before."

"They're the future people, Moony," said Sirius, staring at Harry in awe. "You look just like your dad, Harry."

"Sirius!" Harry flung himself onto Sirius, and the rest of them snickered at Sirius' stricken face.

"Er—why are you so happy? Oh, I'm probably dead, right?"

Harry let go of Sirius and smiled at Remus indulgently. "Hello, Remus."

"Hi, Harry."

"Where's Wormtail?" spat Ron.

"He's in detention with the girls," replied Sirius, grinning once more at the memory.

"Good."

"Ron!" chided Hermione, yet again.

"You guys would make a great couple," said James, before he could help himself. "Fight all the time, just like Y/n and I."

Harry laughed at the expressions on Ron and Hermione's faces. "That's what I keep telling him."

"Oh, yeah?" retorted Ron. "What about you and Ginny, huh?"

The Boy-Who-Lived turned crimson. "What about Ginny and I?" he said carefully.

"Oh, pur-lease, Harry! I see the way you look at my baby sister."

"Who's Ginny?" wondered Remus.

"Oh, she's my little sister," informed Ron.

"What does she look like?"

"Bright red hair, brown eyes."

"You're a very cool kid, Harry," said James reverently. "Youngest House player in a century? Unbelievable."

Harry blushed. "Thanks, James—er—Dad. What do you want me to call you?"

"James would be fine. Or Prongs. You know about the whole—er—thing, right?"

"Yeah. It actually saved Sirius from rotting in..."

"Harry!" said Hermione, glaring at the messy-haired boy.

"Sorry, Hermione," apologized Harry nervously.

Y/n smiled. "How many O.W.L.s did you get?"

"I got fourteen," said Harry, "and so did Ron. Hermione got fifteen, the highest number."

"Oh, yeah," said James suddenly, "you're the future L/n."

"The future what?" said Hermione, confused.

"You're just like L/n: studious, top grades, perfectionist, stuff like that."

"You're a close second, Potter," teased Y/n, grinning. "Top Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts in our year."

"You're top Charms."

"You two don't hate each other," said Ron suddenly. He had been silent the whole time.

y/n and James looked at each other and shrugged. "We used to."

"Why?"

"Hey, we were first years," said James defensively.

"We still hated each other in our fourth year, too," admitted Y/n.

"But why?"

"I don't know! 'Cause we were stupid."

"We have to go soon," said Hermione sadly. "Dumbledore only wants us to stay for a few hours. Time-traveling is dangerous."

"Don't go!" said James, looking alarmed.

"We have to. I'm sorry."

"B-but you can stay here forever!"

"Voldemort's in full power now," said Harry softly. "We have to help defeat him. Or, at least I have to, in order to fulfill the prophecy."

"He's gaining power now as well," said Y/n, her eyes darkening. "I thought you defeated Voldemort."

"Well, he was never really defeated when I was a baby; he just lost his body. And now that he got it back, the dark times of twenty years ago are back."

"I'm sorry," said James, "for ever being a prat. I'm really sorry, Harry. I gave you the wrong impression of how a father really should be."

y/n's heart went out to him when he said this. She knew, finally, that James Potter had really changed, but she was still uncertain that she liked him, or if he liked her. Many people nowadays told Y/n that James loved her, but she refused to believe it more than just a simple teenage crush. How little did she know that she was extremely mistaken, but it would be a year from now before she would even consider her feelings for James as love.

"It's all right," said Harry. "I'm sorry that I thought you were an arrogant person. I didn't think. But it was wrong of you to bully Snape like that."

"Yeah. It was. But I just can't help it sometimes. I mean, he's a Death Eater, for Merlin's sake..."

"He turns to our side," interrupted Hermione. "He's a double agent, spying for us."

"Really?" James looked amazed. "Never knew Snivel—Snape had the guts to do that. Wow. He should be a Gryffindor."

y/n giggled. "I never thought I'd see the day when you said that, Potter."

"We have to go now," said Ron, looking downcast.

Hermione smiled, taking a small square from her robes and held it to Harry and Ron. The three of them grabbed it, and the same bright light bounced against the room, and disappeared along with the trio.

"I'll miss them," said y/n, sighing.

"Yeah. It was great to see Harry. He looks just like me, but he's got your eyes."

"Hey, guys." Arabella, Jennifer, Violet, and Peter came into the common room, looking rather disgruntled.

"Hey. How was detention?"

"Boring and futile. What else? We did it with Wickham, so it wasn't so bad. But imagine if it was Hurst, though; it would've been hell."

"What did you guys do?" asked Violet curiously.

"Oh, nothing much. Just talked."

"Without any pranks or insults?" said Jennifer, looking surprised.

"Yeah."

"Whoa! That's way too much for me to handle."

"Oh, shut it, Bella."

"Where's Pad—Sirius and Remus?" growled Peter. "I need to get revenge on them!"

"Don't worry Peter," said James airily. "I'll help you."

y/n looked disgusted. "I thought your pranking days were over, Potter."

James tutted. "My, my, l/n, I thought you would've at least known that my prank days will never be over." With a swish of his wand, y/n turned into a toad.

"Potter!" screeched Jennifer. "Turn her back! NOW!"

"Don't be a spoil-sport, Jennifer. After all, the color suits her, don't you think?"

y/n croaked loudly, her e/c eyes burning into James'. The latter could tell that she was angry, even if she wasn't human.

James laughed, and turned her back into a person again. When Lily was back to normal, she was about to through a diatribe at James, but seeing his head thrown back in laughter and mirth, she decided against it. After all, it would be a long time before they would be smiling again.

So instead, being the good sport she was, she laughed with him. This surprised their friends, who were expecting a full-blown tirade from y/n as soon as she turned back to normal.

"Well," commented Remus, "this is different. Y/n L/n not yelling at James Potter for a prank."

"D'you know what it means?" said Violet, her eyes shining.

"What?"

"Things are looking up for both of them, just like we always wanted it to be."

Y/n and James looked at each other again, fully aware of their friends' mutterings.

"Some things never change," said Y/n to herself, smiling.

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