#this is tugs oc Cassiopeia (NOT MY OC)

[superarti]

Atlas and the Ghost

Two ocs featured here with @6lovelytenders Ghostly Cassiopeia and the curious Atlas Star by Dem der Rocks shown in a piece of fanart.

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[lifeofkaze]

October Writing Challenge - Day 15

My favourite Ravenclaw Beater of all times Katriona Cassiopeia is the OC of the most wonderful @kc-and-oc 💛💙

Lizzie didn’t like the way she was being looked at, she didn’t like it one bit.

She was used to being looked at, of course; she’d had ample time to get used to it since joining the Hufflepuff Quidditch team back in her second year; now, almost at the end of her sixth year, she didn’t even notice it anymore when she was out on the pitch.

But still, the critical look in the dark brown eyes, that were usually so warm and twinkling with laughter, made Lizzie almost want to shrink into herself.

“Why are you so unhappy?” she asked meekly. “I think it looks fabulous.”

The dark haired wizard who stood behind her clicked his tongue impatiently as he stared at Lizzie’s reflection in the floor length mirror he’d set up in the Ravenclaw Common Room.

“Oh, my dress does look fabulous, darling,” Andre Egwu, self-proclaimed style wizard, said. “I really outdid myself with it, if I may say so. But this,” he sighed and tugged at the tangled mess that was Lizzie’s hair, “it looks like you hopped straight off your broomstick before coming here.”

He threw his hands into the air at Lizzie’s guilty expression. “The ball for the seventh-years is in an hour! Why oh why can’t my job be easy for once?”

“Can’t let it stand when Skye says she’s faster than me,” Lizzie muttered, but Andre wasn’t even listening anymore. He had turned around and was rummaging through a bag for a brush and hairspray, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “Obstinate badgers…”

Lizzie sighed and turned her attention to her reflection again; Andre was right, the dress he’d made for her was gorgeous.

The navy blue chiffon fell fluently from the fitted top, accentuating her waist; the back of the dress was left open, and Lizzie felt the tips of her hair tickling between her exposed shoulder blades every time she moved. The yellow topaz necklace she wore every day sparkled against her skin, accentuated by the neckline Andre had chosen for her.

Her hair stood in stark contrast to the sophisticated beauty that was her dress, however; it was tousled from the wind, but it surely wasn’t as bad as Andre made it out to be. She reached up to gather it into her signature ponytail again, when Andre suddenly looked up sharply.

“Don’t you dare.”

Lizzie winced when Andre had finally located his brush and set to work; he wasn’t particularly gentle as he started combing the knots out of her hair.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, we can just pin it up and - ouch!” she cried out when Andre made short work of a particularly stubborn tangle.

“Believe me sweetheart, it is absolutely necessary.”

“Orion prefers it like it is anyway,” Lizzie muttered defiantly.

“You know I usually don’t agree with Andre. But this time, I’m afraid, he’s right,” Lizzie heard the voice of her friend Katriona Cassiopeia behind her.

She turned to see her redheaded Ravenclaw friend step out from the staircase that led up to her dormitory; she looked breathtaking in her black fit-and-flare gown. The fabric sparkled like the starry night sky when she moved, and she wore her Golden Snitch pin at the tip of her V-neckline.

KC walked over to them and stood next to Lizzie. “On the other hand, seeing as your date probably won’t even bother brushing his hair, you’d at least match that way, just like you should. Look at me,” she grinned, “my hair won’t look any less perfect than Murphy’s.”

KC wasn’t exaggerating; much unlike Lizzie’s, her red hair fell in perfect curls over her back, not one single strand out of place.

The Ravenclaw Beater chuckled and playfully nudged Lizzie. “Murphy’s hair won’t be trumped tonight, but I guess you prefer the messy, dirty hippie hair anyway, so you’re probably all good.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her laughter.

“It’s not dirty,” she protested and playfully swatted KC, “stop saying that all the time. It smells very good if you want to know, and it’s very soft. But I guess you prefer the hairspray addict, so you’re probably all good, too.”

“I wouldn’t go near McNully with anything flammable, but his hairstyle is impeccable,” Andre offered his opinion, but was silenced by KC’s look.

“I definitely would go near you with something flammable,” she muttered, making Lizzie giggle again.

“Seriously though, I wouldn’t even know what to do with Murphy,” Lizzie said as she watched Andre putting pins into her hair. “I’d cut myself trying to run my hands though this marblework he calls hair. Orion’s hair, on the other hand, is perfect for messing with.”

“So his soft, soft, hair smells so good and you love nothing more than running your hands though it?” KC said innocently.

Lizzie blushed when she saw the knowing grin forming on KC’s face; that had come out all wrong.

“That’s not what I meant,” she protested.

“The lady doth protest too much. It’s totally what you meant,” KC laughed, “and you will spill all your secrets right now.”

Andre was satisfied with Lizzie’s hair by now and KC lost no time to pull her friend along to the exit of Ravenclaw Tower.

“The hell I will,” Lizzie laughed, the treacherous blush still covering her cheeks.

“Let’s see what you say after we get ourselves some drinks.”

“Then I propose information for information,” Lizzie smirked. “We wouldn’t want things to be unbalanced, would we?”

Both girls chuckled at Lizzie’s choice of words as they marched down towards the Great Hall to meet their dates for the night, the heels of their shoes clacking on the stone floor in perfect unison.

“Consider this a deal then, Jameson.”

[inakua]

A Yule To Remember

PART ONE

Request: Could you write about Lily Potter falling in love with Cassie Malfoy? - Anon

Warnings: N/A (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairing/s:  Lily Luna Potter x Cassiopeia “Cassie” Malfoy.

OC’s: Cassiopeia “Cassie” Malfoy, Nicki Nott, Hannah Walker

Words: 1,572

A/N: A little christmas two shot about Cassie and Lily admitting their love at the yule ball in their 5th year. Enjoy, reblgs and replies are appreciated! Part two will be posted soon.

Dedicated to @hpnextgensource ♡

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“Quick! Hurry up Cass, we’re going to be late for dinner!” Lily cried, dragging her best friend along by the arm as fast as she could.

Sighing, Cassie allowed herself to be pulled along, the corridor was empty after all. “We won’t be late Lils, plus Lucy saved us a seat so we’ll be able to sit with everyone,” Cassie reasoned, smiling affectionately at Lily’s enthusiasm.

“I don’t care! I want roast chicken! Nicki will’ve eaten it by now!”

At that exclamation Cassie couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, prompting Lily to drop her hand as she doubled over.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” Lily pouted.

“A 16 year old - chicken - you” were the only words coming out the aching mouth of Cassiopeia Malfoy. She honestly couldn’t believe that Lily Potter, a 16 year old girl, was getting so flustered because she wanted some roast chicken.

“Well, I’m going to go and complete my mission, a girl has needs you know!” She said, smirking at Cassie, who was still on the floor but seemed to be calming down.

“No - Lils wait. I - I’m coming,” Cassie replied, dragging herself from the floor, out of breath and bright red from lack of oxygen.

“You’re not gonna laugh again?” Lily asked.

“Of course not …” Cassie began, before turning to Lily, a wide smile lighting up her face, “my little chicken.”

Then, she ran.

“CASSIE!!” Lily cried, chasing after the girl in question, laughing as she went.

The two finally made it to the corridor of the Great Hall, Lily managing to catch up just after the corner.

“Got ya!” She yelled triumphantly, tackling Cassie to the ground and straddling her to keep her down.

“Hey, no fair! I was nearly there!” Cassie pouted, mischief in her eyes.

“You’re cute when you pout,” Lily blurted before she could even think.

“I - um,” Cassie stuttered, her eyes big and lips parted as she took in the words Lily had just spoken.

Lily simply started, shock evident on her face, her eyes locked onto Cassies, before moving around to take in the expression on her face.

As the girls sat there, both blushing profusely, they finally took in their compromising position.

Lily sat, straddling Cassie’s hips, her arms placed precariously on either side of her head. While Cassie lay flat, her white blonde hair flayed around her head like a halo, both hands on Lily’s hips, caressing them unconsciously with her thumbs.

Neither girl moved, both staring at each other, enamoured by the emotions in each others eyes.

It could’ve been a minute, it could’ve been half an hour, neither knew, but they were now barely an inch from each others face.

Cassie closed her eyes in anticipation …

Lily leaned in …

“There you guys are!”

As soon as the words hit their ears, the two girls sprang off each other, faces bright red, a metre gap now between them.

“We’ve been waiting for you for ages,” Lucy told them, walking over to them and linking her arms between the two.

“Yeah, where have you been?” Nicki asked, walking to Lilys side, while Hannah walked to Cassies.

“Roxy, Brennon, Hugo and Fletcher were worried about the two of you,” Hannah added.

“Yeah, we almost had to beat your cousins off when we said we were gonna look for you, they all wanted to join in on the hunt!” Nicki chuckled.

“We were just running a bit late is all,” Lily replied, smiling weakly up at Nicki.

“Yeah - late,” Cassie said, her eyes staring off into space.

Hannah and Nicki looked at them funny, before shrugging and walking the two into the great hall. After all, they knew what this was all about, and they had a plan.

…

“Okay girls, we ready to initiate mission get Lily and Cassie to admit their love for each other?” Lucy asked, huddled together with Hannah, Roxy and Nicki as the four girls squished together onto Lucys bed, curtains drawn and wands alight.

“Ready,” The three girls chorused.

“Okay, so the yule ball is this evening, I know that they both have dates but we’re going to make them wish they were each others. Hannah and Nicki you two work on Lily, me and Roxy will work on Cassie. We need to make these girls look so stunning they won’t be able to take their eyes off each other!” Lucy said, nodding at each girl in turn, making sure they understood their mission for the evening.

“We’ll take Cass in the bathroom,” Roxy informed them, motioning to her and Lucy.

“We’ll keep Lils in here,” Hannah agreed.

“Have Lils downstairs by 7 and we’ll make sure that Cass is down a couple of minutes later, then we get the dramatic effect of Cass walking down the stairs!” Roxy said in excitement, her face lighting up at the prospect of finally getting their best friends together.

“Okay, let’s get ourselves ready, the girls should be up in about an hour, so we’ve got plenty of time!” Lucy added.

“Let’s Go!” Roxy yelled, causing the others to jump back, falling backwards out the bed at the rise in volume.

A chorus of laughter could be heard from the common room as the four girls laughed at the predicament they were in, before all went silent as they prepared for the mission in front of them.

…

“Argh, quit pulling on my hair.”

“Stop whining, I’m not even tugging that hard!”

“Close your eyes Lil, I can’t do your makeup if you keep twitching. Oh stop pouting, it’ll be worth it when you see how stunning you look.”

Huffing and crossing her arms Lily had to agree, as much as she hated getting dolled up, she knew that Hannah and Nicki were going to do a much better job than if she had to do it herself.

As soon as Lily and Cass had come up from dinner they were ambushed. Cass dragged into the bathroom by an already dolled up Lucy and Roxy, while Lily was pushed down onto the vanity stall by Hannah and Nicki.

Thinking back, they should’ve know something was up as they walked up the stairs, no giggling or loud chatting could be heard from their dorm.

“Okay, just the highlighter and we should be done!” Nicki squealed, a series of claps ringing in Lilys ears.

“I’m pretty much done with the hair back here,” Hannah exclaimed, placing the muggle curlers she’d bought on the vanity.

“Can I see myself now girls?” Lily’d been unable to look at herself the whole time because the girls had enchanted the mirrors, claiming they wanted it all to be a surprise.

“Not yet.”

“We need to get you in your dress first!”

“It’s in my trunk,” Lily replied, giggling into her hand at their excitement.

“Surprise!!”

Confused Lily turned around, a gasp escaping when she laid her eyes on the dress in their hands, “bu - but? That’s not my dress?”

Almost as if in a trance she walked over, hands gliding through the silk as if water, a green almost as deep as her eyes shimmering in the lights.

“Well, we knew you were just gonna wear the same dress you wore last year,” Hannah began, looking to Nicki.

“So we all chipped in and bought this for you from gladrags.”

“Really?” Came the choked reply from Lily.

“Really,” Hannah said, fanning at her face frantically, as she saw tears pool in Lilys eyes, “stop, you’re gonna make me cry.”

“Think of the makeup!” Nicki hollered, holding back tears herself.

Lily threw her arms around them as she attempted to control her emotions, “I love you girls.”

Squeezing her tight Hannah and Nicki replied, “we love you too, Lils.”

After clinging to each other for a minute, Lilys attention focused back on the gorgeous dress, “Well I best put it on!”

While Lily and the girls were doing the final touches, Cassie, Roxy and Lucy were waiting patiently in the bathroom.

“We’ve been waiting for 15 minutes, remind me why we can’t just go wait with Lils and the others?” Cassie asked, head balancing on the palm of her hands as she stared at the door.

“Well … um, you see,” Roxy began, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

Huffing at her cousins attempt, Lucy moved from where she was perched on the sink, to stand in front of Cassie.

“Hannah and Nicki thought it’d be a fun idea to get ready in groups, so that we can all surprise each other with our looks. Also, I kinda wanna be surprised by the dress we all bought Lily, don’t you?”

Blushing subtly Cassie nodded, “yeah, I suppose it’d be nice to see Lils in the dress, I know she’ll look amazing no matter what …” Roxy and Lucy shared a secret grin, missed by Cassie as she trailed off, looking longingly at the door. Knowing Lily was nearly ready on the other side.

Thinking of Lily made Cassie go all funny inside, it made her wish that her date were someone else. A small, cute, ginger someone else.

“Okay we’re ready girls! Come downstairs in like 2 minutes!” Nicki called, scaring Cassie out of her daydream.

“Ready Cass?” Roxy asked, hands ringing in anticipation.

“Ready. Let’s go.”

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[hhanahakii]

Petals.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Jacob’s sibling

Warnings: Hanahaki disease, unrequited love, angst.

Cassiopeia (my OC) has fallen hard for the oldest Weasley brother, but after several weeks of not talking to each other and a nasty encounter in the courtyard it seems that her feelings aren’t returned. Instead of moving on she develops a illness that may threaten her life.

Crisp autumn air brushed Cassie's cheeks the first time her heart broke. Chilly wind played in her slightly untidy hair as she watched the boy she loved love someone else. Diamond teardrops from the fountain fell gracefully on her back, where she sat on it edge with her legs crossed elegantly, when Bill met her gaze for the first time in weeks, and his smile turned upside down. The bow Penny had given her on her birthday didn't seem as pretty anymore, as the ginger boy looked her up and down and frowned. And her silver locks was suddenly ten times more horrible than what she usually found them.

Barnaby touched her arm, prodding her to see if she was still listening to his and Charlie Weasley's conversation about bowtuckles. He didn't see Bill, and the tall and lovely girl he had leaning against his arm. Darling raven locks fell down her back, bangs held back by a royal blue diadem, matching her lovely eyes. Cassie felt sick, and she tugged absent minded at her ghost coloured ends. At that exact moment she felt uglier than she ever had in her life, when Bill escorted by the girl across the Clock tower Courtyard. "That damn prick." Charlie whispered, angrily, eyes narrowed. "At least now we know why he hasn't been talked to us in weeks. Been busy with Missy Landon." Charlie was lying, he had been talked to the gang, just not to Cassie. Charlie didn't know that Cassie was in love with Bill of course, Cassie had refrained from telling everyone except Penny and Ben, who weren't there to witness her first ever heartbreak. "Wasn't Missy a prat to you last year, Cassie?" Barnaby said, and watched as she nodded soundlessly. She had been bullying Cassie about her brother, like most people, saying how she would end up like him. She had gotten so used to it by then that she hadn’t really acknowledged Missy, but seeing Bill with her was like having a bucket of ice water dumped over her head. Charlie growled. "That bloody wanker." And Cassie smiled for a moment,  before she remembered the situation. "I think I'm going to go..." She began, quietly, but was stopped when Charlie hooked his fingers into her blazer. "The hell you are. Do you know what we should do?" Cassie didn't want to know. "Talk to him." Before she could stop him, Charlie rose to his feet, cupped his hand over his mouth and yelled. "Hey, Billy Willy!" Bill turned to look at the trio with a scowl so cold Cassie felt a chill go through her body. When the older boy and his companion started walking towards them she forgot how go breathe for a moment. It had been so long since she had heard his voice, felt comfort in his nearness.

He reached them, and Missy was clinging to his arm, sharp blue eyes narrowed into slits as her gaze landed on Cassie, a look of distaste forming on her face. "What is it, Charlie?" He tries to sound as tough as he can, but he isn't mad at his brother, even though he wants to be. He's angry at Cassie, for a reason she can't seem to figure out, and the only reason his brother is getting cold looks is because he chose her side, not Bill's. "I was about to ask you the same thing." Charlie spat, with real anger, because his brother was hurting Cassie. It was painful to see them against each other, especially because of something she did, or didn't do. She hadn't figured out which. "I thought it was strange that you had stopped speaking to us." Cassie. "But now I see that it's because you've found new play mates." Play mate. Singular. Missy. Cassie holds her breath, lowers her gaze. Raises it again and sees Missy smirking at her. She has toned out from the boy's argument by then, focused on the gorgeous girl that was looking at her like she's just cracked the joke of the week. It made her uneasy, it made her blood boil. She doesn't know whether she should punch Missy or run away crying. "What's so funny?" She hissed quietly, so that the boy's didn't catch her speaking. "Nothing." Missy replies in a silky voice, mockingly. "Only that you we're bragging on and on last year, about how great friends the two of you were. And in my experience great friends doesn't run around talking bad about you behind your back. I can't blame him of course, I am much prettier than you, and I'm not mental." Cassie tried to reach for Charlie's sleeve, wanting to get the he'll out of there, but ended up nudging her wand. This contact made small orange sparks sprout out of her pocket, one hitting Missy on the hand. She screamed. The boys got quiet, and Bill rushed to check on Missy's ever so slightly reddened hand, as big fake tears filled her eyes and coated her long lashes. "That little wrench cursed me!" She screeched, pointing a blue painted nail at Cassie. "Look at my hand, Bill. She's bloody mental!" Her yells we're shrill and exaggerated, but the eldest Wesley boy didn't seem to notice that, when he threw a hateful look at Cassie. It hurt, a lot, when he asked the question she would be asking herself many times after that. When his baby blue eyes shone like hard ice. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Cassie wished that she had attacked Missy then, so that Bill saying that would not have been for nothing, so that there were a reason for him to hate her. Perhaps then she might have found some satisfaction, that it hadn't been just her that had gotten hurt. Was she an awful human being for thinking that? "Why don't you ask your girlfriend, she seems to know a lot of them." She thought she heard Missy saying something about her being 'insane' and 'just like her brother', but all she could focus on that Bill hadn't denied her accusation. Not that she had expected any less. "I'm going to see to it that you're expelled!" Missy cried, pointing her long dainty finger at Cassie. Her face was still dry, even though she was seemingly sobbing unevenly. Bill was in love with Missy. He hadn't spoken to her because he was with someone he'd rather to spend his time with. Someone taller, and older and prettier. Someone who's brother wasn't mad and who's mother wasn't dead. Someone who wasn't going to get him killed in her mad persuade for the cursed vaults.

Cassie didn't know what made her run after that. Or why her lungs burned so. But she couldn't stand and take Bill's cold stare any longer, or the shock of Charlie and Barnaby. Like they too believed that she had attacked Missy. And she couldn't take that the older girl looked so pleased with herself. So she ran, fast. Perhaps hoping the heartache wouldn't follow her inside.

The next morning Cassie was alone in the dormitory, heaving. Coughs wracked her small body as she choked on the contents in her throat. Red petals was scattered over her sheets. Amaryllis, poppies and azalea tangles in her hair and sticks to her uniform, while tulips got stuck between her teeth. Her lungs hurt so badly, but she is too exhausted to cry. She tries to stand, knowing she'll have to eat if she's going to make it through the day. Cough. She caught a rose in her  shaking hands. The common room is quiet too, but there was Bill, holding a book about arithmancy. He hadn't seen her yet, but he will if she moved, so she stayed still as long as she could, until a sweet pea stuck in her bangs fell before her and she's coughing again, until another set of poppies litter the floor, and she had to quickly get out of there before he could look at her so coldly again. She already knew that he hated her, she didn't have to see it again. So she didn't meet his gaze when she passed, slightly out of breath from the blossoms clogging her throat. He doesn't say anything, she didn't let him before she stormed out through the portrait hole.

Ben and Cassie sat huddled up in the sofa in the common room when Bill entered, out of breath and hair ruffled. Ben was reading her poems aloud from a book he had brought from home, and Cassie found herself enchanted by the words of the muggle writer. He had just begun to read about a rose garden when the red head made an appearance, and it made Cassie taste poppies in the back of her throat. He looked disheveled, wild, and she swear that she saw a cherry blossom on his shoulder. A gift from Missy, most likely. She thought, picking a rose petal from her lips. “I don’t want to talk to him.” She whispered in Ben’s ear, who nodded in understanding. He looked around for a short moment, searching silently. “Rowan and Charlie isn’t here, unfortunately. Do you want me to hex him?” Cassie scoffed at him, licking her lips with a reddened tongue. “As much as I’d like to say yes, I can’t.” She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Just please tell him to sod off if he goes here.” She really didn’t want that, but she couldn’t take him being there, near her. “I’d rather want to hex him.” Ben joked, at least she thought he did, almost hoped he didn’t. She stopped smiled however, when Bill did make his way over to the two, and her heart stopped momentarily. His jaw was stiff and he looked a little too serious for her taste, but at least there was no hate in his eyes. She didn’t know what was worse though, the anger, or the indifference. He reached them in seconds, but it felt like minutes worth of anticipation was building in her chest. “Why are you looking at me like that.” Was all he said, and Cassie let out the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. Ben was the one that answered. “Because I want you to bugger off, Weasley, we’re reading.” Bill didn’t move, instead he plopped down on the sofa next to Cassie, close enough to make her skin tingle. She clung desperately to Ben, who didn’t seem to know what to say. He didn’t have to say anything though, because like a knight in shining armor, Charlie appeared in the portrait hole, eyes fiery when he saw Bill, and when he noticed the discomfort on Cassie’s face. “You don’t get to just talk to her after what you did William, sod off.” Bill scowled at Charlie, as if to challenge, but decided against it, deciding that it would be better to just leave. But when he went to sit with some other Gryffindors she coughs up some rose petals. “He’s such a prick.” Charlie said once Bill had left, taking his place her. “Yeah.” She agreed, exhausted.

“Hey.”

In two weeks time Cassie could have sworn that she had produced an entire garden. Ben and Penny brought her dental floss, but it barely helped at all. The flowers kept coming, more and more frequent as the days passed. They clogged up her throat until she couldn’t breathe and she sat heaving and choking panicstricken, holding her throat, watching the floor getting painted red. Rowan had read and read on about diseases, symptoms, flowers, and neither Madam Pomfrey or Professor Sprout knew what had happened to her. Only one thing was certain, it was suffocating her.

She liked being alone on her free time, or with Ben and Penny, away from the rowdy halls of Hogwarts, and the stress regarding the cursed vaults. Sitting by the great lake with one of Ben’s books got her mind off of things, but the poems was often describing love, and what not, and that made her think of Bill.  Bill, who could not even get near her without Charlie or Barnaby, or Tonks and Tulip warding him off. It was little comfort knowing he tried making an effort to talk to her, after ignoring her for so long, but every time she saw his face his chest hurt, and her mouth tasted like flowers.

Now he was there, in front of her, a lopsided smile on his handsome face, that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hello.” She said shortly, removing a piece of dental floss from her mouth, stained red. “Can I sit down?” He asked, politely, but when she didn’t answer he did so anyways. When he was sitting next to her Cassie could feel his scent, like mint chocolate and cologne. It was such a long time since she had smelt him, and now it felt like it would be impossible to part. “I’m sorry.” He said, sounding genuine. “I know you surely must hate me by now, but I had to say that.” She didn’t hate him, and she did hate him. She just hated how he made her feel, and that he didn’t feel the same way. She hated how unfair it was that she had to suffer while everyone else went on with their lives and Bill fell in love with someone that wasn’t her. Cassie wheezed and caught a few petunias in her palms. “I also wanted to see how you were doing. Penny said that you haven’t been coming to classes.” She had been skipping lately, to go to the lake, or lie in her bed until she until she thought that she would explode out of boredom. She wasn’t exhausted from whatever was happening, it just got worse when she was around people. “I’m fine.” Bill winced. He knew she was lying, and he knew she was lying because it was him. Because she did not want to speak to him. “I’m sorry, Cas, if I’m being selfish. Like I said, you probably hate me, but I need to be here right now.” The spot? By the lake? “I need to be with you.” Oh. The sentence made her heart warm. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t just let him waltz in on her again, so that he could walk out whenever he pleased. “Why is that Bill?” She spat. “Why do you need be with me? You didn’t even look at me for weeks, and now you suddenly have to be with me!” Cassie paused and turned to look at Bill, who looked dumbstruck, before she stood up. “What if I needed you?” The look he was giving her was made her heart twist painfully, like she had just kicked him. “That’s why I wanted to apologize, Cassie, for not being there for you. I feel terrible.” He was standing now too, towering over her. “No, you don’t. You feel guilty, and lonely, because that prat girlfriend of yours probably figured out that you leave the people you care about when they need you.” He looked appalled, sad, frustrated. Bill looked like he wanted to slam her into the tree or run away crying. He didn’t do either. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He said, lowly, cheeks as red as his hair, his blue eyes shiny with unshed tears. “Merlin Cassie!” Cassie backed away a step at his outburst, unconsciously. The fact that Missy wasn’t Bill’s girlfriend should have made her more happy, but she was angry, and unreasonable. “I know I was in idiot, I still am. But I figured if you’re going to hate me either way, I should tell you why.” She nodded reluctantly. Whatever he was going to say couldn’t possibly feel any worse than she did at the moment, then she did when all he would give her was cold glaces. “Are you in love with Ben?” The question came as a shock to her, it was the last thing she expected him to say. “Because if you are, I think my heart will explode.” Another pang of shock, an unexpected statement that she never thought he’d say. “Cassiopeia, I’m not in love with Missy, I’m in love with you. It just took a few white flowers to figure that out.” He pulled a white cherry blossom from his front pocket, and set it in her equally white hair. Cassie opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. So instead she reached to kiss his lips, as tenderly as she could. He kissed her back, hands cupping her cheeks. And for the first time in weeks, she didn’t hurt.

[lets-get-sirius-about-stars]

In Ruins

OC(s):

Heather Fae Qin (Belongs to @the-singing-canary)

Cassiopeia (Cas) Daniel Vance

Mary Anne Bethany Vance

Schninner: *Laughs bitterly* I STAYED UP UNTIL 4 AM WORKING ON THIS. I AM NOT OKAY.  Cas and Mary Anne are Makayla and Sirius’ future children while Heather is Alice’s daughter. OOH! And All that italicized paragraphs below? They were a collaboration with me and @the-singing-canary, So this is a collaborative piece of sorts

Warnings: SADDNESS

Word Count: 1440

Tagging; @maruthor @the-singing-canary @cuddles-for-cassie @royslittleharper

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Cas weakly lifted his heavy head up slightly feeling his wet platinum blond hair stick to his forehead. Eyes caught sight of the limp light blue arm lying not too far from him. and his older sister’s crumpled body lay soaked on the ground.

“Kuiper,” His voice called out, sputtering and choking on the boiling water in his lungs. He hacked, the salty water draining, and he called out again, louder this time

“Kuiper!”

No response, he dragged his water-logged body over to his sister’s, “Mary Anne Please!” he held her close and felt for a pulse, and sighed in relief when he felt the faint beat of her heart under his fingers.

“Sorry it had to come to this Pulsar.” A voice came from the shadows that Cas knew too well, the voice of his best friend, the woman he loved, Heather.

Cas gently set his sister’s head down, whispering an apology to her before lightly kissing her clammy forehead. He felt the ruin that was seared into his arm burn every step he took to get closer to her.

“If you were truly sorry,” he started, tugging his sleeve to hide the glowing ruin, “you would stop this.” he took another cautious step forward, Heather giving him a look of warning and flicked her wrists up ever so slightly raising several turrets of water.

“Please Heather, “he raised his hands in surrender, “I don't want to fight you! We can work this out, nobody else has to get hurt!”

His gaze shifted to Mary Anne, who still laid unconscious in the floor, and Heather’s gaze followed his, her frown deepening at the sight of her best friend.

“I didn't want to hurt her…” she shook her head, the abundant black curls bounced from side to side, her voice almost… small…

“It’s never too late Heather,” he subtly took a step closer to her, the ruin released a fresh new wave of agony.

He had asked Zatanna, begged her to save her. But Zatanna had merely replied that “no magic could fix a broken mind” But he was persistent, and sought out the demon Etrigan. He had done the research, she had carved the ruin into the young star’s arm, and Cas was going to pay for it, whether it worked or not.

A mind for a mind.

He stepped forward.

She didn't stop him.

He took another step.

She was now in arm's length, her bright blue eyes staring deeply into his purple ones.

“I’m still your friend, right?” his voice cracked as he reached his hand out to hers, the turrets of water threatening to crash down on him, “please, talk to me!”

She ignored his hand going straight into his arms tightly embracing him.

He hugged her back without hesitation, the pain in his forearm was unbearable. The turrets of water spread out, encasing them in a hollow dome.

“I just want my mom's back Cas, I just want my family.”

“I know Heather, I know.” he watched as the dome’s size slowing began to decrease, the walls getting closer to him.

“Just like I know that you aren't hugging me out of the kindness in your heart.” his voice soft and he felt her body tense up underneath him.

“And that's okay Heather. “he gently pulled away from her, and could hear Mary Anne screaming from the outside of the dome, but he remained where he was. The water walls brushing against his skin.

“I forgive you, and I always will. And do you know why? “

Heather's eyebrows scrunched together in aggravation, and he looked deeply in her eyes, memorizing their color one last time.

“Because I love you. No matter what you do or say, I will always love you.” he moved his hands and cupped either side of her cheeks, the ruin visibly showing through his costume. “And I will always, may the gods forbid it, try to save you.”

He pressed his warm pale blue lips against her forehead as the waves came crashing down on them, followed by a blinding light that enveloped Heather in head to toe. The dome dropped around them, Cas dropping limply onto the wet pavement as Heather landed gracefully down to the pavement, the light dissipating and her mind feeling more clear than it had in days.

“Cas, what did you…” She turned, only to find Mary Anne cradling her little brother’s head in her lap as tears streamed down her face.

Heather’s mind went numb.

“He’s just unconscious,” She repeatedly told herself as she sprinted over to the stars, her heart dropping when Mary Anne weakly attempted to pull her brother away from her.

“I- I tried to kill him.” A sob rose into Heather’s throat as Cas’ limp head rolled to the side to reveal his dull empty eyes, once filled with so much joy and love.

“Oh gods,” Heather covered her mouth with both of her hands as new sobs racked through her body, “Oh gods, I killed him!”

He was five and proposing to her with a watermelon ring pop, she had agreed almost instantly for the candy while he squeaked in delight, running off to tell their parents the good news.

She reached out, Mary Anne had given up trying to move him, and her fingers brushed against his blackened forearm, and through the tears, she faintly recognized the ruins, the magic that had ended his life.

It was close to the super kid’s prom, Cas now 14 was pulling a wagon filled with the largest watermelon Heather had ever dared to dream and an abundant supply of watermelon candy. Cas handed her a plush puppy dressed as a watermelon. “Heather, will you do the honor of going to the dance with me?” Before she could answer, he let out a shrill whistle, and a small puppy came bounding out from behind him wearing a watermelon costume.

Heather gasped in surprised, and swiftly ducked down to catch the puppy that was charging straight for her.

“Oh, my gods Cas! This is the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me! What could I ever do to thank you?”

“Well… You could start by saying yes?”

Heather let out a jovial laugh before bending down and planting a kiss on Cas’ cheek, causing dark blue blush to rise to his face “Of course I’ll go with you Cas! Your like, my best friend!”

Cas’s smile faltered, only for a second before he corrected himself and continued beaming up at Heather.

“Cas, what did you do?” She whispered through the tears, “What did you do you dummy?” Her voice rose suddenly causing Mary Anne to flinch, “WHAT DID YOU DO?”

It was his high school graduation, Cas was now at the age of 19 and had managed to miraculously tower over her. Her heart sped up as his arms enveloped her in a welcoming embrace. This couldn’t be the same boy that had proposed to her with a ring pop, could it?

“I missed you star boy!” She told him as she stood on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek and laughed. “Congrats Cas! You actually ended up taller than me! I’m impressed!”

Cas smiled, revealing the two dimples on either side of his cheeks, “It was no easy feat, but I kept telling myself every day, ‘I have to be taller than Heather’ and sure enough…” He gestured to his height, “Tada!”

Heather returned his smile, “well, it obviously worked! Also, before I forget…” She reached into her pocket and began digging around for something, “I have your graduation gift - should last you through the ceremony… AHA!” She pulled out a watermelon ring pop and offered it to him. “There ya go!”

Cas eyes went wide in surprise, his violet eyes dancing in excitement as he grasped the ring. He tore open the package and slipped the plastic ring on. A sly smile played at his lips as he lightly nudged her jokingly, “Ya know, If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you were proposing to me.”

Heather chuckled, ruffling his hair, “Ha! You wish lover boy!”

Cas laughed with her as he attempted to smooth his hair down, “Ah, well, a tar can dream, right?”

He had saved her, her mind at least, but it was a save none the lest. But as Heather knelt their next to Mary Anne, gripping tightly to younger star’s hand, thinking about how much joy and love he had brought into this world; she couldn’t help but think “was it really worth it? Was I really worth this?”