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averykedavra · 4 years

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This is a list of all my fanfictions and drabbles, loosely categorized by category, length, and pairing! You can also find them under the tag #averywrites. Feel free to prompt me if you want to see me write something! My Ao3 account is Avery_Kedavra.

Multichapter Fics:

Valley of the Dolls: Platonic DLAMPR. In progress. When Roman becomes a Dark Side, Remus is thrilled to have his brother around. But soon it becomes clear that without Creativity, everyone in the Mindscape is falling apart.

Leave No Trace: Romantic Moceit. Completed at 198k. Patton, his maybe-enemy Janus, and his best friend Virgil journey through a magical forest to rescue their friends from the dragons.

A Conversation I Overheard: Romantic LAMP. In progress. Roman attempts to support his friends’ new relationship, but struggles to get past his own feelings.

Events:

Soulmate September: A oneshot for each day, different pairings and different ways of finding your soulmate.

Whumptober: A oneshot for each day, different AUs and different hurt/comfort prompts (or just hurt, it depends!)

Holiday Exchanges: Yes, I entered enough to make a separate masterlist. Don’t judge me.

Oneshots:

Romantic:

LAMP:

Too Far Gone: Human AU. 16K words. Logan plays matchmaker for his three oblivious best friends. Then he realizes he doesn’t just see them as friends.

Logince:

Couldn’t Care Less: 4K words. Logan reluctantly agrees to accompany Roman on a quest in the Imagination, but after Roman gets hurt, Logan blames himself.

If Only To Say You’re Mine: Human AU. 2K words. Roman calls Logan late at night under the guise of conversation, but soon it’s clear that something else is going on.

Prinxiety:

Wherever We Are (It Feels Like Home): 8K words. When Virgil messes up and tries to apologize to Roman, Roman thinks something very different is going on--and they learn they might have some things to figure out.

Logicality:

Would You Be So Kind: Human AU. 4K words. Patton finally asks out his crush, but it doesn’t go as planned.

Loceit:

Enjoy This As Much As I Do: Human AU. 1.4K words. Logan doesn’t understand his feelings for Janus, but for once, he’s content with leaving it unknown. (Based off an AU by @/coconut-cluster.)

‘Cause It’s All About You: Human AU. 2K words. Janus might have made a mistake--but if he pretends everything’s fine, maybe they can forget about it. (Based off an AU by @/coconut-cluster.)

Dance With Losing It All: Spies AU. 3K words. After Janus gets hurt, Logan’s left struggling to help. (Based off a oneshot by @/coconut-cluster.)

Dukeceit:

Dry Ice: Human AU. 1.7K words. Remus has a terrible idea and Janus does his best to stop him.

Desleep:

The Days We’ve Been Waiting For: Human AU. 1K words. Remy attempts to cook breakfast for Janus on their anniversary.

Queerplatonic:

Dukeceit:

Will You Be There To Follow: Human AU. 3K words. Remus and Janus debate the merits of possible pets.

Platonic:

DLAMPR or DLAMPRT:

Make It Your Own: 3.9K words. Songfic of Streaks by ANIMA! The other Sides write stories but never Logan never participates. The reason why is complicated.

Come and Save My Day: 3K words. Since the last video, Roman hasn’t left the Imagination. When his brother drags him out, he receives the last thing he expected.

All I Want is Serenity: 13K words. Roman knows he needs to be perfect, but his persona is slipping, and he knows the other Sides will hate him when they find out how weak he really is.

Ready as I’ll Ever Be: 5.5k words. Post-FWSA. Roman and Virgil are excited about Thomas’ new date, but the other Sides raise some concerns.

DLAMP:

Aftermath: 2K words. Immediately after Putting Others First, Virgil deals with the fallout.

A Vision With Nowhere To Go: 1.7K words. Roman gathers the other Sides for assistance with picking his skirt.

LAMP:

Only Logical: 9K words. When Thomas is, once again, incapacitated due to his emotions, Logan takes the others to his room so they’ll finally listen to him.

Roceit:

Set All My Regrets on Fire: 10k words. Roman wants to apologize. Janus wants to explain. It's a shame neither of them can work up the courage to say hello.

Logince:

Our Bodies Made of Stardust: Human AU. 10K words. When Logan was six, he broke his arm trying to touch the stars. This is how he finally managed, twelve years later.

Logicality:

I Keep To Myself (I Want To Break Through): 10k words. Thomas worries that pursuing a relationship with Nico would be a huge mistake. When Logan and Patton try to help, they learn there’s something deeper going on.

Prinxiety:

Babysitters: Human AU. 600 words. After Roman and Virgil lose the kids they’re babysitting, they reluctantly team up to track them down.

Dukeceit:

No Longer Will You Deceive Yourself: 2K words. Remus knows Janus is going to leave. He just wishes Janus would get it over with.

Analogical:

Leap in the Dark: High school AU. 2K words. The last thing Virgil wants to do is talk on stage. But if he doesn’t, Logan has to, and Logan also doesn’t want to be seen.

Creativitwins:

Ever Slightly Out Of Reach: Ghost AU. 8K words. Roman doesn’t want to leave the house. Remus makes him a map, so he won’t get lost while Remus is gone. (Based off an AU by @/fanartfunart.)

No Pairings:

Scary: 500 words. Just a quick Remus angst drabble.

Honestly: 1.2k words. Virgil’s thoughts during Flirting With Social Anxiety.

Theories:

Paranoia Theory: Written on 4/22/20. Why Deceit taunts Virgil about his name in SvS. (Edit on 3/28/21: I should have written this earlier, but this theory wasn’t okay. ‘Paranoia’ headcanons misrepresent a serious symptom and experience of mental illness, and I was ignorant of that. I’m leaving the post up for completeness, but please know that I sincerely apologize and no longer stand by this theory.)

Orange Side Theory: Written on 5/5/20. My take on the possibility of Logan’s Dark Side.

Analyses and Metas:

SvS Analysis: My analysis of Selfishness v. Selflessness.

ATHD Analysis: My analysis of Are There Healthy Distractions.

Logan’s Apologies Analysis: How Logan apologizes in LNTAO and how it reflects his character.

Analysis of ‘You’re a Cad’ and Janus: An (over)analysis of the song You’re A Cad and Janus’ relationships with Virgil and Roman.

Headcanons:

“Tells” Headcanon: When one of the Sides is feeling down, they have a system to let the others know.

Pets Headcanon: What the Sides’ pets are and why.

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whenihaveyouromione · 3 years

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When I Have You - Chapter 14

Read on Fanfiction.net or ao3 if you’d prefer!

Also, if you didn’t know, this story has an Instagram account called whenihaveyou.romione and feel free to follow :)

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Chapter 14

In all the years Ron had known Hermione, he'd never seen her more frightened than when the memories of what had happened to her resurfaced. And resurface they did, mostly at night when she was trying to sleep.

Ever since the first time, she'd refused to stay anywhere unless Ron was with her. His presence didn't stop the nightmares, but she said that waking up and knowing he was there helped her recover faster.

Ron didn't mind, not one bit, but he also didn't know how to help her other than holding her, running his fingers through her hair and offering comforting words. Seeing her so vulnerable upset him more than he thought it ever could. She'd always been so strong, so tough, that to see her needing him so much didn't make him feel good at all. He'd always admired her strength. He loved that about her.

And he couldn’t help but worry what would happen when September came around and he couldn’t be there with her anymore.

The next month passed by in a blur, Ron splitting his time between training, Grimmauld Place and the Granger house, as well as his frequent visits back to the Burrow. It felt like he never stopped, and he was completely exhausted, but somehow he still managed to pass every test with flying colours. Well, all except the theory aspects. He wasn't the best at that.

Before he knew it, August thirty-first was upon them, and that meant (once again) his last day with Hermione before she went back to Hogwarts. It had been drawing nearer and nearer, but to Ron, it had never quite hit him that she would be going away again — for even longer this time, too. Hermione had promised to tell him when the Hogsmeade visits were so he and Harry could come and spend time with her and Ginny, but apart from them and the Christmas holidays, it wouldn't be until next June that he'd really see her again.

Ginny had suggested all four of them do something together on the final day, but Hermione had convinced Ron to agree to a dinner with her parents instead. He loved Hermione, and over that last month, he'd come to get along alright with her parents too. But... a dinner felt far too formal and much too intimidating for his liking. As he sat on her bed, watching as she finished getting herself ready (they were going out) he couldn't help but long for the comfort of the Burrow and his large family and the celebration Harry and Ginny must have been having with his parents and siblings.

He really did like Hermione's parents, and to his utter bewilderment, they had accepted him and welcomed him without any questions, but they were very different people to what he was used to.

He didn't understand Muggle money well, but he knew enough to know they had a lot of it and preferred to live a fairly comfortable life, which included fancy restaurants that Ron really didn't feel he had good enough clothes for — even the new ones he had bought with the money he'd earned as a trainee Auror.

"You know," Ron said, grinning from where he still sat on her bed, "I really like it when you dress up. You look… amazing."

Hermione flushed, her usual response to any compliment he gave her. "Thank you."

Ron stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her towards him. Her own arms snaked around his neck and he couldn't help but notice she looked even more beautiful when she was so close to him.

He kissed her, and she responded enthusiastically, pressing herself into him. He liked it when she responded to his touch like this, with her whole body excited about this kind of intimacy.

Pulling away, her arms still around his neck, she said, "You've surprised me, you know?"

"Surprised?" Ron asked, not sure whether he liked that term. He certainly hadn't been trying to surprise her in any way — he was trying to be as open as he possibly could with her, his new policy.

Hermione nodded, grinning. "You're attentive, affectionate, and you say all the right things. You're really good at this whole relationship business."

"Er… thanks?" Ron said, feeling slightly put out by what Hermione seemed to think was a compliment. "What, you didn't think I would be?"

Hermione hesitated, appearing as if she wasn’t sure if she should elaborate, and the moment she started speaking, Ron realised that was exactly the thought that had been going through her head. She went slightly pink. “Well, it’s just… I shared a room with Lavender while you and she were… you don’t seem to be the same Ron that she got.”

“It’s because I’m not,” Ron said shortly, pulling away from her. The last thing he wanted was to start talking to her about Lavender — especially knowing that Lavender had only just been released from hospital due to her injuries in the war. It didn’t seem right talking about her in a way that could only be negative.

“Ron, I didn’t mean —”

“It’s alright, Hermione,” Ron said, looking at her again apologetically. “I’d just rather not go down that road, you know? I didn’t handle it… all that well. But I am different with you, because I love you, and the last thing I ever want is to lose you. All very, very different to… Lavender.”

Hermione gave a half smile, one that Ron returned. He watched her for a few moments, noticing that she seemed puzzled. He sighed. “Er, did Harry ever tell you what happened when we destroyed the locket?”

Hermione shook her head, her curiosity now piquing. “He said it was your story to tell when you were ready. Ron… what did happen?”

Ron sat back down on her bed, her beside him. He watched her for a moment before speaking. “Did the locket ever… speak to you? When you were wearing it, I mean?”

Hermione nodded. “It tried to tell me all these awful things. Things that weren’t true, but it could be pretty convincing at times. It was quite —” She stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. “It spoke to you, too, didn’t it? Told you the same horrible things?”

“I dunno about the same, but you saw how it got to me,” Ron said. “I think it more so looked into what scared us the most and tried to find every way possible to convince us that those doubts were true. The reason it affected me more than you or Harry was because I already kind of believed those things. After a while, I couldn’t really tell if it was coming from the locket or me.”

Hermione was watching him as if this was completely new information for her, which Ron didn’t understand. Surely, she must have had at least an inkling as to what had happened.

“But it had a memory, too, just like the diary, and when Harry opened it, it sensed me there. It knew I was the most vulnerable to it, so it targeted me.”

“Targeted you?” Hermione asked with keen interest.

“It showed me and Harry everything that I had been thinking when wearing it, everything that it had tried to — and succeeded at — convince me of being true. It was one thing thinking it, but another actually seeing it. And even worse that Harry had to see it too.”

“See what?” Hermione asked, breathless.

At this part, Ron hesitated. He averted her gaze, instead focusing his attention on her patterned floor. “My, um, worst fears coming to life.”

Hermione watched him, waiting in silence for him to continue.

Ron shook his head. “You and… him.” Hermione’s eyes widened. “Among other things!” he added quickly. “Things… that sucked. Things that I don’t really believe anymore.”

“It… it showed you me and… Harry?” Hermione asked, seeming utterly shocked by such a revelation. “But Ron —”

“It was all in my head, I know that. But it was what resolved me, really. What prompted me to get up and destroy it. What made me determined to have you forgive me, to make more of an effort with you, and to stop feeling like second best — to Harry and my family. It was a blessing in disguise in the end. That is why you’re getting this Ron, and not the one you saw a year ago. A year ago, I was ridiculously in love with you, but had no idea how to tell you that, and the locket convinced me it wasn’t worth my time to feel that way anyway. So I decided to change that. Prove it wrong.”

There was a moment of silence in her room. Hermione looked at him with such deep affection that Ron had to look away, his ears burning red. There was a reason he’d never told her, until now, what had occurred during that time, and he was glad Harry hadn’t said anything either.

After a moment, he said, “So, what did it say to you?”

But Hermione shook her head, blushing. “I… I guess its memory stretched as far as knowing who we were exactly.” And without elaborating any further, she jumped to her feet. “Come on. It’s almost six. Mum and Dad said we’d be leaving now.”

"Well, that's just completely unfair," Ron complained as she pulled him up from the bed and led him from her room by the hand. "I tell you that my deepest fear was being rejected by you, and you think you can get away with just saying it had a really good memory?"

"Yes," Hermione said, amused. "I do."

"What did it say?" Ron tried again as they descended the stairs.

But Hermione was spared from answering with the appearance of her parents at the bottom of the landing.

"Not fair," he muttered into her ear, to which she smiled. And that, he determined, meant it wasn't nearly as horrible for her as it had been for him.

...

Dinner was in a fancy Muggle restaurant in the centre of London. Ron hadn't seen anything quite like it — wizarding or Muggle. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and other diners were dressed rather eloquently, making Ron feel inadequate.

Then, the menu had him gaping, but not for the food; even he could understand that the price of each item was expensive.

"Hermione," he muttered, wishing more than ever that he was at the Burrow enjoying one of his mother's home cooked meals.

Seeming to understand what he was looking at, Hermione covered his hand with hers and whispered, "It's okay. Mum and Dad have it covered."

Ron balked at her for a moment before returning his eyes to the menu, reading every item and ensuring that he would pick the least expensive there, whatever it was.

This dinner really was the most uncomfortable, and he couldn't quite believe the double life Hermione's parents seemed to live. At home, they were friendly and welcoming and Jane, Hermione's mother, reminded Ron in many ways of his own mother. But then there was this life, willing to pay exuberant amounts for a single meal. Though, if there was one consolation, the Grangers were by far the most casual out of the lot.

He looked around at the other diners, all in fancy cocktail dresses and the Muggle equivalent to wedding-esque dress robes. He looked at Hermione with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't make fun," she said with a small smile.

"I'm not," Ron said. "It's just hard to believe that you, who camped out with us in a tent for almost a year, had this life before that. Why'd you choose to spend your summers with my family, when you had this?"

"Why do you think, Ron?"

Ron opened his mouth to say he didn't know, but then a thought occurred to him. "You stayed because of… me?"

"Well, yes, and Harry, I guess. I don't really have many friends in this world. None, actually. And it can get pretty lonely not having any siblings to talk to either. I liked the homeiness of your place. All the people. And the fact that I was with others like me.”

Ron beamed at her, unable to help feeling rather flattered by her compliment. "Still," he said after a moment, "your parents clearly have a stack of money."

"Money isn't everything," Hermione said flatly.

"Yeah… right, well… that's easy for you to say…" Ron cast another glance around the restaurant. Perhaps he could consider taking up a Muggle profession just to be able to afford to eat here.

"What are you two talking about?"

Ron jumped, startled by Hermione's dad's question. He turned to face him, reddening slightly. Robert had a rather odd sense of humour, Ron had realised, where he made jokes but Ron was never sure if he was being serious or not until Hermione told him he wasn't. Ron liked him well enough, but he constantly felt like he was being scrutinised.

"Ron is just feeling rather bemused about being here," Hermione said calmly. "He's unfamiliar with… unmagical places."

"Ah, I see." Robert watched Ron for a moment, and Ron felt his whole face burn. This was exactly why he'd not wanted to do this. This was why he really wished they were all at the Burrow. If he'd thought about it sooner, his own father would have been thrilled to have Muggles around for dinner. They could have talked for hours about things that probably seemed trivial to Hermione's dad, but greatly intrigued his own.

Ron shifted uncomfortably in his chair, averting the man's gaze. Hermione seemed to notice because she said, "Dad!"

He smiled at her. "Sorry, was just curious, is all."

"Curious about what, exactly?" Hermione asked, almost sounding bored.

Robert's smile broadened. "Well, the two of you haven't actually told us if you're together or not. We've, of course, assumed, because you've spent every night together, in the same room, but you've never said anything to us…"

"Dad!" Hermione said again, going rather pink herself.

Ron shifted again. He'd been very careful to minimise his affection towards Hermione in front of her parents.

"Of… of course we are," Hermione said, turning to Ron who was intently staring at some other diners. She nudged him, and he had no choice but to look at her parents. He nodded.

Part of him expected some kind of interrogation after that — he'd regularly expected it — but her dad merely nodded and directed the conversation to other questions (quietly) about the wizarding world and what was happening now that there was no war happening (one they had only recently found out about).

Ron felt himself relax, finally able to participate in a conversation that didn't make him look or feel like an idiot.

In the end, the dinner ended up being rather enjoyable. The food was good, and the company even better. Despite making a pact with himself to keep his affection for Hermione to a minimum in front of her parents, he couldn’t help but place a kiss on her temple as they stood up and her father paid for their meals.

She smiled, turning slightly pink. If her parents saw, they said nothing.

He even dared to hold her hand as they exited the restaurant and walked back to where her parents had parked their car.

When they returned to their house, Hermione bade her parents goodnight and indicated Ron should follow her upstairs. Ron surreptitiously did as she asked, collapsing onto her bed the moment it was just the two of them again.

Hermione watched him from where she was returning her shoes to her wardrobe, looking amused. “You’re funny,” she said.

“What? Why?” Ron asked, wondering if he’d somehow blundered the evening.

“Because you’re not your usual ‘say-it-how-it-is’ self when you’re trying to make an impression.” She watched him for a moment, amusement in her eyes. “I like it… but I think I like the real you better.”

“The real me?” Ron asked. “What does that mean?”

“It means you really don’t have to resist kissing me when my parents are around,” Hermione said. "That's not who you are whenever other people are around."

Ron smiled at her, indicating she join him on the bed. She obliged, falling into his lap. "Well, they're the only ones I need to make an impression on, right? I mean, there's my parents and siblings… and they've got to like me, no matter what I do. Then there's Harry, and he really doesn't care. He likes me well enough, and he's told me himself he thinks we're good together. But your mum and dad…"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Like you a lot. Now, stop worrying about it. You're driving me a bit batty."

"Batty?" Ron chuckled, looking at her and grinning. "I'm driving you batty…" He laughed again, his affection for her surging as she looked at him, affronted. "And just when I thought I couldn't love you any more…"

…

"Never thought I'd be back here," Ron said, staring fondly up at the scarlet steam engine. "Well, not until I'd be sending my own kids off to Hogwarts, I mean."

Harry, who was standing beside him on the platform, raised an eyebrow. "Thinking about that, are you?"

Ron scowled. "You know what I mean!"

Harry smirked but had no chance to say anything else on the subject as Hermione and Ginny returned from putting their trunks away, tailed by Luna.

“Hi, Harry. Hi, Ron,” Luna said brightly, smiling at each of them in turn.

“Oh, hi, Luna!” Harry said, stepping forward to hug her. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Ron hugged Luna as well, and her smile even wider as she pulled away, she said, “Of course I will be finishing my final year. It’s important, you know?” When Harry and Ron didn’t respond, she added, “But I suppose it isn’t for you, when you have a good job already that would usually require lots of NEWTs…”

“Er, yeah,” Harry and Ron said together.

Ron glanced down at his watch. “You have three minutes, so I suppose you’ll want to be getting on the train now?” He said the last part with such contempt, that Luna gave him a very abrasive look.

“Oh, don’t worry about him, Luna,” Ginny said, chuckling slightly. “He just doesn’t want Hermione to go away for a whole year, where he’ll only see her sparingly. He, of course, supports her completely in this decision for her education.” She stepped forward and hugged Ron goodbye.

He begrudgingly patted her on the back, all the while thinking that of course he supported Hermione in her decision to return to Hogwarts. It didn’t mean he had to like it.

Once Ginny had turned her attention to Harry, Ron took that as an opportunity to pull Hermione slightly to the side. He’d not mentioned to the others that Hermione was still experiencing memories from Malfoy Manor, but now that he wasn’t going to be there to comfort her, he felt worried.

“Write to me whenever you want,” he said to her. “And, if you need me, tell me. I’ll… I’ll find a way to sneak into the school or something, alright?”

Hermione smiled, squeezing his hands. “I’ll be fine,” she said quietly. “I promise. Ginny will be there, and I’ll… let her know.”

Ron wasn’t convinced, and it must have shown, because she added, “I’ll write twice a week. Promise.” And then she flung herself at him, arms snaking around his neck, and kissed him so hard on the mouth that he might have felt embarrassed was he not going to miss her so much. This would be the last time he’d kiss her in who knew how long. May as well make the most of it.

The whistle from the train blew, and steam began billowing from the engine.

Hermione pulled away. “I love you,” she said, smiling.

“Love you too,” Ron said, forcing his own smile. “And good luck.”

And then they were gone, hurrying to jump into one of the carriages as the train began pulling away from the platform.

Ron and Harry stood watching until it was out of sight. Parents were beginning to head back through the wall, some looking very concerned, which Ron couldn’t blame them for. Hogwarts was safe once more, but the memories of what had happened there in May were still fresh in everyone’s mind.

“Well,” Harry said, turning to Ron, “I guess it’s just you and me until next June. What should we do?”

Ron bit his lip, turning and following the others back through the wall and onto the Muggle side of the station. “I dunno,” he said, and he meant it. He hadn’t faced the prospect of not seeing Hermione for this long since he was eleven years old. “Are you going to miss her?” he suddenly asked. “Ginny, I mean.”

“Every day,” Harry said.

“Me too,” Ron replied, and he wasn’t sure if he was talking about Hermione or his sister. Perhaps both.

They stood in silence for a moment longer, before Harry said, “I guess we could go for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron?”

Despite himself, Ron smiled. “Yeah, sounds good, mate,” he said. “I suppose there’s one good thing about them going away.”

“What’s that?” Harry asked.

“It means you and I can spend some weekends together, doing… guy things.”

Harry snorted. “Guy things. Yeah, alright. Yeah, it will be fun, won’t it?”

Ron nodded, smiling, and this time meaning it. “Yeah,” he said, “it will be fun.”

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jenniboo311 · 3 years

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Tag game

Thanks for the tag @real-turtle-bean ! 💜💜💜

1. why did you choose your url?

It's my username on AO3. My name is Jennifer, so that's half the nickname. And when I was a teenager years and years ago, trying to come up with my first email account, I asked a friend what I should put at the end of my email to make it unique (because what I wanted was already taken) and he said 311. So I used it and I asked him why 311 and he said it was the police code for indecent exposure. I was like 😶 excuse me, what? But it was too late and it just kinda stuck. He thought it was hilarious and here I am 🤷‍♀️

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

I have one side blog, @identity-reveal-bingo , that I created to host a writing (or drawing etc) prompt based on the identity reveal trope. If you're interested, check it out! The bingo is running until the end of the year.

3. how long have you been on Tumblr?

Since last September, so about 11 months. Oh hey, I'm almost at my 1 year anniversary! 🥳

4. do you have a queue tag?

I do not, as I only fairly recently found out queue was even a thing. I am neither hip nor with it, so you'll have to bear with me here.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I had been wanting to connect with the people in the fanfiction community for ages, to be able to talk about fanfiction with people who shared similar interests, as I don't share that hobby with anyone irl. I kept seeing notes at the end of fics on AO3 that the story was from a prompt on Tumblr, or to come check them out on Tumblr, so I thought Tumblr might be a good way to start. And I was right! Tumblr led to discord and I've got lots of fanfiction friends now. ✌️😎

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I don't feel comfortable sharing my pic online and I did a picrew and thought it was cute and figured it's the closest I'll probably get to sharing my real pic.

7. why did you choose your header?

Pretty colours 🤩

8. what's your post with the most notes?

Probably my digital portrait of RDJ at 30 notes. On my side blog, @identity-reveal-bingo , my most popular post is the FAQ post at 101 notes.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Like, 21 I think?

10. how many followers do you have?

64, but I'm fairly certain most of them are sex bots 🥴

11. how many people do you follow?

12. have you ever made a shit post?

Probably? I'm a highly sarcastic person, chances are high.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Some days a lot, some days not terribly often.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another lot once? who won?

I've gotten in arguments before, but generally I am highly non-confrontational and will avoid conflict if at all possible.

15. how do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

If it's because the post is really funny or something I'll check it out, but if they're legit trying to pressure me into reblogging something, to that I say "you're not the boss of me" and will not do it out of spite. Don't even get me started on chain emails and chain posts on Facebook.

16. do you like tag games?

Yes, absolutely! But don't be offended if I don't get to it!

17. do you like ask games?

Love them! But again, please don't be offended if I don't answer, chances are I forgot to respond and now it's been too long that it's awkward and I'm silently agonizing about it.

18. which of your mutual do you think is Tumblr famous?

They're all superstars to me 🤩

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I'm married, so no. But does a platonic crush count? I have platonic crushes on all my mutuals. You're all so talented 💜💜💜

20. tags?

No pressure tags @bumblie-bee @parsimmony @hale-13 @angeeelatin @inferno-ontherocks

#tag game #jenniboo311

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itsblissfuloblivion · 5 years

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Torch - Chapter 2: October

A/N: YES we have gotten this here AND early!! Enjoy October, HBP style.

Love,

@fightfortherightsofhouseelves

@gryffindormischief

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Torch: a Hinny canon compliant multi-chaptered fic featuring HBP missing moments. Updates every first day of every month, from September 2019 to August 2020.

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The Prince’s book has become something of a bed companion to Harry by now, perusing it at length again and again in his free time. The tips of his fingers lightly trace each scribbled note for the hundredth time, his lips whisper spells he’s never heard of.

It’s how Ron finds himself dangling up in the air from a freckly ankle and how, not much later, Harry lets himself be dragged into an ardent debate with Hermione on whether Levicorpus is or isn’t a jinx.

“Of course it’s a jinx,” Hermione scowls as the trio trots through the autumn wind to Hogsmeade, “Nothing benign would serve to levitate people and expose them like that.”

Harry knows she’s vividly reliving that night at the Quidditch World Cup, when Lucius Malfoy and his Death Eater friends had a laugh levitating Muggles in a disgusting demonstration of soft torture. If he’s honest, he’s also thinking about it and it’s vexing enough that he’d simply like to scratch at the back of his head, where those irksome little thoughts like to hide and play, scratch until they bleed away from him.

Yet more dreary musings come to bother him when the three of them happen upon the unlikely duo of Horace Slughorn and Mundungus Fletcher, and the annoying buzz turns into true Harpies’ screeches as Katie Bell is nearly murdered.

Harry doesn’t much remember a day when he felt he needed some peace of mind more than he does now as everything inside him cries and bawls that it has to do with Malfoy . That the Prince is somehow connected to this and not at all evil. That innocent lives are at risk if nobody’ll take him seriously when he says that Draco Malfoy is plotting something sleazy. Because he is and today is nothing but proof.

Unfortunately, nobody does, not even Professor McGonagall. Not like this, not without concrete evidence and Harry knows deep inside that he won’t rest until he finds some. He only hopes it won’t be too late.

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After Hogsmeade, Katie’s continuing stay in the Hospital Wing, and yet another unsuccessful attempt to convince anyone that Malfoy is plotting something, Harry somewhat glumly seeks solace in his studies - per Hermione’s advice. Which, in reality was more a long rant detailing exactly where he would end up should he forgo his schoolwork in favor of ‘cockeyed notions’ about admittedly morally grey classmates. For someone who punched said ‘morally grey’ classmate not three years ago, she can be a bit high and mighty at times.

So far though, burying himself in schoolwork has succeeded in keeping his mind occupied, at least in part. Besides, who knew if the secret to finally catching Malfoy in the act was - his eyes skimmed the page again - a perfectly executed Orchideous incantation? Perhaps the slimy git’s true weakness is hay-fever.

Harry’s considering whether Skeeter is right and he has gone ‘round the bend when Ron’s patience with studying silently seems to waver.

“What is it about girls anyway?” Ron huffs between the pages of his Transfiguration copy, his mind clearly not anywhere near the subject of their homework.

“What are you going on about?” Harry asks bemused. “Hope it’s not McGonagall prompting those shower thoughts,” he grins from behind his own textbook as Ron grimaces and closes the tome with a loud bang.

“I mean everyone’s a girl or talking about girls,” Ron carries on and sighs. “It’s absolutely mad, I’m telling you.”

Harry laughs wholeheartedly, following Ron’s example and putting a well deserved pause on his study. Well, not that well deserved since they’ve only been studying for about twenty minutes, but it’s late and they had Quidditch practice all day so who can really blame them.

“No, mate, you’re absolutely mad. Now care to offer some context?”

Ron frowns, draws a breath, then takes a moment as if to ruminate on what he wants to say next.

“That git, Dean, he’s dating my sister,” he winces.

It��s Harry’s turn to scowl. “Yeah, noticed that much.”

“And Hermione looks - erm, so much like a girl now, you know? And less like our friend,” Ron elaborates, completely amiss of Harry’s snide remark. Which is all the better for Harry, really. Ron seems to have too much on his emotional plate anyway.

“You understand what I’m trying to say, right?” Ron hurries to add when Harry doesn’t say anything, his cheeks coloring faintly.

“Hmm,” Harry mumbles the best response he can come up with. It’d be rather awkward to admit that Hermione’s mostly the same to him, their best friend and somewhat sister to Harry. As opposed to other sisters he happens to know.

“It’s odd, ‘s all I’m saying. And my baby sister going on dates, probably snogging blokes -”

“Plural?” Harry blurts out before he realises what he’s doing.

Ron throws him an exasperated look. “Dunno, mate. She keeps everything very private but I don’t understand what’s all this sudden fuss ‘bout her. I mean why’s she so popular? Dean seemed alright, what does he see in her?” He shrugs.

“What does she see in him ?” Harry sneers, his lips morphing into a small pout.

“Dean’s a good bloke, I guess,” Ron shrugs again, scratches the back of his head.

“I guess,” replies Harry, rather reluctant.

“And he’s pretty smart, I guess?”

“I guess.”

“And I reckon he draws really well.”

“He does?”

“That’s what I remember. Girls like paintings and stuff. Mum has lots of them hanging on the walls,” Ron’s face lights up as if it all finally makes sense.

But not to Harry. Not if he takes into account the way his insides churn and boil or the way he simply feels a sudden need to shout at his best friend and maybe tell him that somebody else ought to bring Hermione a bloody drawing and then see how he likes it.

But right afterwards Harry feels petty, mumbles something about abandoning homework and sets off to bed, leaving a befuddled Ron behind wondering what he could’ve said wrong.

And by some odd twist of fate - or maybe some divine entity’s really prone on showing Harry that the worst is yet to come - the conversation he walks in on is no better than the one he’s rudely ended. In fact, on a scale from one to detention with Snape, what he’s currently witnessing ranks closer to the latter rather than the former.

Dean discussing his blooming relationship with Ginny.

Dean describing to Seamus the progress he’s making with Ginny.

Dean about to be pushed out the Gryffindor Tower window. By mistake, of course.

Sometimes, Harry muses, there are things he misses about living under the stairs. Well. Not exactly. His bedroom is loads better. But there are benefits to having your own room rather than a dorm full of loud mouthed complaining gits.

The real question is when exactly Dean became so irritating. Harry’s not incapable of tuning out irksome housemates - a certain ickle Diddikins and co. serve as ample evidence - so Dean must really be laying it on thick.

Recently, it seems that if he’s not outlining his ‘ intensive ’ physical fitness routine, he’s giving Seamus advice on the best way to ask out ‘birds’ and extolling the virtues of a certain shoulder slipping move that gets you ‘up close and personal’ with said bird.

Harry does his best to avoid the dorm when awake but it begins to feel like they’re waiting for him to arrive and saving the most obnoxious bits for his personal enjoyment.

It’s rather gross, to be honest, and he feels indignant - in a brotherly way obviously - to hear the highly questionable strategies Dean plans to use to further acquaint himself with Ginny.

Who knew two teenage boys could cluck like gossiping hens this long after lights out? Or talk so loud despite the whisper-like quality of their conversation. Harry sticks his arm out through a split in the curtains and brushes a few Droobles wrappings aside, well past eleven. Plain rude.

With a huff, he shoves the covers back, grabs his dressing gown, blanket, and wand, before storming toward the door. “You two are bloody lucky Ron sleeps like the dead.”

As if confirming, Ron - who’s also given up on studying and fainted rather than fell asleep within less than two seconds since closing the distance between his person and his bed, lets out a loud snore and sighs in his sleep.

Dean and Seamus blink at Harry, the former’s eyes narrowing and mouth opening as if he’s about to toss back some indignant response but Harry’s in no mood. He leaves the dorm with a dramatic swoosh of his blanket and stumbles his way down the staircase, only forgoing a very satisfying door slam in the name of inter-house courtesy. Unlike some people.

The last few steps meet with the unhappy, teen-angst thuds of his feet. All the while, he grumbles to himself in an almost unintelligible but heart-lightening manner so he’s feeling a bit less like dumping a shaker of salt in Dean’s porridge in the morning.

Still, that doesn’t make him any more eager to return to the gossiping hens upstairs and the fire does look rather inviting. Perhaps Dobby anticipated Harry’s midnight flight to the common room.

Or perhaps Harry’s off his rocker and somehow deluded himself into believing this picture perfect, cozy room isn’t quite as abandoned as he first assumed. Instead, a certain red-haired Chaser is tucked up in one of the armchairs closest to the fire, forehead drooping toward the crinkled notes in her lap, socked toes warming in the blaze’s orange glow.

“You’re up late,” Harry tries, testing the responsiveness of his hallucination.

Groaning, Ginny drops her head back on the cushioned chair. “Hermione made me a timetable.”

Harry laughs, claiming the couch closest to Ginny with a dramatic sprawl of his occasionally gangly limbs.

“And presented said timetable to me in front of mum , who thought it was the greatest idea in the history of ideas.”

Ginny twists her neck and stares at him expectantly, which Harry assumes is an indication she wants a response other than gawking at her helplessly. “So now you’re stuck, eh?”

She hums and scrapes her hair up into a messy bun. “Theoretically tonight’s study session should have been through,” she looks at her watch, “yesterday afternoon.”

The words have barely left her lips before laughter bubbles out of both of them, loud and surprising until they muffle their chuckles. Which, of course, only makes things funnier and the stopping that much harder. Ginny’s cheeks are rosy with happiness as Harry pushes his glasses up messily and swipes the tears from his cheeks. “Don’t tell me you’ve been studying for,” he pauses to do the math, “Twenty seven hours.”

“No - yesterday was so lovely - that sunshine on my face,” she sighs, “How could I do anything but go for a fly?”

Harry grins, dragging one foot up underneath him, “True enough - I had a good kip over by that tree. You know the one close enough to the water the firsties are too afraid to go near?”

She nods in recognition and tosses one leg over the side of the armchair, looking as if she’ll melt into oblivion right then and there. “Then I met up with Dean before dinner.”

Unable to bite back the grimace at the mention of his sleep stealing dorm-mate - not that he feels much like sleeping at the moment - Harry delivers some sort of non commital grunt that Ginny pounces on like a starved puma. Her dark eyes consider him from head to toe in a way that makes his cheeks heat. “How are things with Dumbledore, then?”

Harry shrugs, fiddling with the knobby blanket on his lap and feeling like a bit of a ponce for worrying about his loud-mouthed roommate when lives hang in the balance. Then he really does scowl as thoughts of Dumbledore, Death Eaters, Draco and his cronies, and about a thousand other dark things swirl through his mind. “No - no he hasn’t called me for another lesson yet.”

Ginny eyes him for another moment, lips twisted in a thoughtful frown before they quirk in a teasing grin. “Well he’d better get on it if you’re going to be the new Headmaster and Supreme Mugwump. Lest we forget your need for a long, luxurious white beard.”

“I would look damn foxy with a beard and you know it.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it - can you even grow facial hair baby Potter?”

Crossing his arms, Harry puffs out his chest in a show of manliness and narrows his eyes. A show which is slightly lessened by the smile that tickles his lips. “I will have you know I shave every morning.”

“With a big boy razor?” Ginny teases, but she nudges him with her toes, “All seriousness, I’m not sure the Hogwarts student body could handle ruggedly handsome Harry James Potter.”

“Mass hysteria, eh?” Harry laughs, though it’s a bit strangled in the wake of Ginny’s half admission that he could be considered handsome. Even in an entirely hypothetical situation.

Perhaps a beard wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Aye - Dad read all about Beatlemania. Like that, but with magic.”

“I’ll need a bodyguard or two.”

“Not to worry - we’ve got you covered,” Ginny assures him as she collects her things and rises tiredly. “I can’t study anymore. My brain’s turned to mush,” she pauses, “You never said why you’re up.”

“Eh - Dean’s a snorer.”

Ginny’s brows rise, “ Really .”

And Harry can’t seem to drum up a bit of guilt as he frowns darkly and nods.

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As October progresses, Scotland turns crisp, the air whips at bare cheeks turning them rosy and leaving Harry free to wander the grounds with few interruptions. Between Voldemort’s official return and everything that happened at the Department of Mysteries last year, Harry’s ability to skulk about unnoticed has been lessened somewhat.

It’s not adoring fans begging for autographs like Krum had during the Triwizard - more like quiet stares on some weird spectrum between mute terror and judgmental mutterings.

He is slightly more adept at tuning such things out than during the ‘Potter Stinks’ era, but it’s still nice to escape it and reserve the energy used for ignoring annoyances. Mostly he uses those reserves for lots of internal angst about feelings he definitely doesn’t have.

Nothing clears his head like a nice fly though and a quick check of the pitch schedule reveals an open afternoon. So his daily constitutional turns into a quick jog over to the empty pitch to take to the sky.

Truth be told, he desperately needs a place to simply forget about the current state of events, the feelings of uncertainty, the doubts he’s having as he wonders if the troubles and efforts they put into recreating Riddle’s pre-Voldemort life aren’t wasted.

His second lesson with Dumbledore, recently ended, didn’t do much to alleviate any of those feelings. Back through the Pensieve, to a twelve year old Tom Riddle this time, with a personality grim enough to signal chaos about to come. Can understanding your enemy truly bring you one step closer to defeating him? Harry closes his eyes, one palm lightly passing over the lightning shaped scar slashed across his forehead.

Wind chaps his face, makes his eyes teary as he increases his speed and clears the towers that surround the stadium. Clouds drift by overhead, a slow drag against brilliant blue compared to the streaking of his slim broom.

Clutching the handle tightly with his legs, Harry releases one hand, then the other and twists into a spiral. Once he’s right side up, Harry slows and swirls in lazy circuits until he’s back hovering over the pitch, descending to the sound of a slow clap.

“Nice moves, Potter.”

So much for clearing my head.

“Captain’s got to keep up his skills,” Harry says, easy.

“Didn’t know keeping them up involved so much showing off,” Ginny answers with a smirk, tossing a practice Quaffle high overhead and catching it deftly.

Harry’s feet find the fresh cut grass as he ruffles his hair in a nervous gesture that must be hereditary. “Is it really showing off if nobody’s around?”

“Am I nobody?”

“You weren’t expected.”

She tosses the quaffle again, higher, and catches it without a second glance. “I could just take my Quaffle and go home,” Ginny quirks her brow, “But since this is the Quidditch Pitch and I am looking to actually play Quidditch …”

“Excuse me - are you attempting to argue that flying isn’t a legitimate element of Quidditch?”

“Without balls it’s just a bunch of jocks performing high-flying acrobatics,” Ginny counters, another toss, this time over her shoulder. She catches it with a quick twist that sends her hair fanning behind her.

“And tricks like that aren’t showboating at all,” Harry drawls, “Is this some chaser superiority complex?”

“S’not a complex if it’s true - besides I can play all positions,” Ginny says simply as she drops to the ground, ankles crossed in front of her.

It’s really difficult being around someone so tempting. Since, he has to worry about her all the time, of course. Not because he is tempted in any way, despite what his dreams might indicate.

Blissfully unaware of Harry’s internal monologue, Ginny slides her palms out sideways until she’s fully reclined in the grass. “Speaking of - we are defending Quidditch Cup winners and the fecking Ravenclaw team have their sights set on taking it back.”

“I’m not planning on captaining the team to ruin,” Harry shoots back with a roll of his eyes.

“Have a seat Captain - let’s get strategizing,” Ginny says patting the ground by her side, “Got to protect my interests - Harpies like winners .”

Nudging her ankle with his toe, Harry does as instructed and tosses his broom aside. “That your plan? Go professional?”

Ginny glances up at him. “Oh yeah - though I don’t think I’ve said it to anyone aloud before.”

“That sounds brilliant - you’re uh,” Harry ruffles his hair, “You’re really brilliant.”

She kicks his shoulder. “Thanks.”

It’s quiet between them for a moment until she finally adds, “And as brilliant as it is to be successful as both a Chaser and a Seeker, maybe strategy number one could be you not getting kicked off the team again this year?”

“Pinky promise.”

“Secondarily - we really need a replacement for Katie,” Ginny says, “Not that - well Quidditch isn’t the biggest issue with all this - ”

Harry sighs, flops backward, and tilts his head upward so he can meet her gaze. “Gin - you don’t have to explain - ”

“Thanks,” Ginny tosses her arms overhead and lets her feet slide straight out, “I’d never - well. Anyway. We’re down a Chaser.”

Taking a fortifying breath, Harry reaches across the space between them and brushes the back of her hand with his fingertips. “What about Trenton?”

Ginny snorts. “Nah - have you seen his ‘fake out’ swerve. We’re never going to win with a lazy maneuver like that and I’ll be damned if Malfoy beats us this year.”

“Too bad Hermione can’t fly to save her life,” Harry muses, brain filtering through the rest of their housemates, “We’d have the most organized tactics and training schedule ever.”

“Nope - she’d spend the whole time telling us we should be studying,” Ginny answers as she pushes to her feet with a sigh, “Which reminds me, I’ve got to be off.”

“Timetable?”

“Nah - meeting Dean,” Ginny says easily as she brushes a few blades of grass from her clothes, “Though I’d never have made plans if I knew I’d have to ditch a good ol’ strategy session.”

Harry stands too, feeling as though a fist has clenched around his heart in a strange, painful way. “We - uh. Raincheck?”

“‘Course,” Ginny says with a crooked smile, “See you when I see you?”

He agrees with a quiet nod and mounts his broom, skating across the sky as the sun dips toward the horizon.

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It’s Monday and there’s less than a week till Saturday, November 2nd. Less than a week until they’re up against Ravenclaw on the pitch. And somehow, Harry doesn’t know why or how, but they’re still one player short.

(Technically, he does know but there’s a long way between knowing and admitting it, isn’t it?)

Now it’s Tuesday and, while Monday was spent focusing more on the greater good of the team and less on his inner turmoil, Harry still hasn’t managed to summon all his remaining will power (that’s not wasted on either Snape or homework or helping Ron and Hermione remain civil in the face of Slug Club party invites) and ask Dean to join the team as a third Chaser.

It’s pretty clear that Katie won’t make an overnight recovery.

It’s common sense to offer the role to someone who’s a decent flyer and is well acquainted with the game.

It’s unreasonable to prolong the task of asking Dean much longer. All things considered.

So Harry spots him enjoying a bite of morning toast with pumpkin juice and perhaps a plate of hot gossip on the side, as Dean’s sat next to Seamus, who Harry has determined are attached at the hip. Sighing long and painful, Harry straightens his posture and prepares for whatever this is, a mantra of “I’m doing this for the team” on a loop at the back of his mind.

“Mornin’, Harry,” Dean greets cheerfully in between two swigs of fresh pumpkin juice. Of course, Seamus’ enthusiasm level lowers as soon as his eyes lock with Harry’s, but he’s starting to get used to it by now.

“Alright, mate? You look troubled,” Dean observes.

Harry waves him off and plows right in with another sigh, “Listen, we’re one Chaser too few on the team -”

“Yeah, I heard Katie’s still in the hospital -”

“Would you like to join?” Harry cuts him off before he can change his mind.

A pause and then both Dean and Seamus blink, confused.

“What?”

“I asked if you’d like to join the team as Chaser? Until Katie recovers, you know,” Harry hurries to add.

It’s Seamus who speaks first, elbow almost sending the porridge rolling off the table.

“Sounds mental to me, you and Ginny on the same team.”

Harry’s senses fire up and he holds his breath, silently urging Seamus to keep talking.

“‘S alright,” Dean shrugs, visibly bothered by his friend’s comment.

“Oh come on, mate,” Seamus grins, “it’s just Harry here. Last night you were going on and on about how she’s always so cheesed off ‘bout everything it makes you feel like you’ve botched every wee thing.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees weakly as just Harry experiences a violent urge to hurt both of his ‘mates.’ Maybe hit their heads together until they cry or kindly ask Dobby to wet their beds as they sleep.

Unfortunately, he has to shake it all off and attempt to bleach his brain later before he breaks and tells Ron. And the rest of the Weasley clan. Though telling Ginny might solve a good number of his problems - and make him something of a wanker.

“So?” He asks again. “If you agree, you’ll have to clear your schedule anyway. We have practice this evening, all evening,” Harry underlines through gritted teeth.

Dean scratches at the back of his head, muses a bit and then gives his final answer, “Yeah, alright. Can’t let Ravenclaw walk all over us,” he grins and claps Harry on the shoulder.

Harry can’t decide if he’s in a mood to shout at everyone who speaks to him because of Dean’s insolent comments and confidences about his relationship with Ginny or because of his implication that they won’t stand a chance against Ravenclaw if he doesn’t join the team. Either way, Harry takes it personally enough to grunt and snap at people all day.

And Quidditch practice doesn’t make it any better. He’d hoped that it’d offer the right outlet to clear the angst clouding his mind. But of course, he should’ve known by now that counting his chickens before they are hatched is completely useless.

In reality, Harry agrees that this practice session has been the worst so far, so much so that even Ginny looks forlorn and Demelza’s eyes water constantly.

Cursing under his breath, Harry shivers in the cold, biting October air and checks the time. It’s well past ten in the evening and there’s nothing more he can do for this lot than send them inside to a hot shower and a cuppa (or a long sleepless night sprinkled with self-loathing in his case).

He drags his feet next to Ron, uncertain if he’d rather smack him over the head to stop his complaining or to do it to himself. If Harry thinks about it, Ron’s performance seems to depend on his mood and Harry reckons he’s not quite yet recovered from their little Slug Club themed conversation from Herbology class last week. Hermione’d almost managed to invite Ron to join her at the Christmas party when Ron’s fragile ego got in the way.

Harry sighs for the millionth time, rubs at the prickling in his scar.

Perhaps cracking his own skull would represent the desirable option right now, between a best mate whose spirits are below sea level, conflicting feelings for a certain redhead and a probable defeat in the first match he’s ever captained his team to.

And speaking of redheads, there’s Ginny on her way to the castle, hand in hand with Dean. Harry doesn’t know what he was expecting exactly. That Ginny would hang back with him after practice, as she’s done till now? That she won’t talk to Dean or hug him or even kiss him during practice breaks? And why wouldn’t she? He is her boyfriend, even though Harry wouldn’t hurry to crown him boyfriend of the year anytime soon.

And who’s Harry to her? A mate. Her older brother’s best mate. That’s it, yeah. Just a mate. Just Harry.

He’s about to make peace with those thoughts when Ron’s face blanches and he stops dead in his tracks.

Harry has to squint to understand what’s prompted Ron’s reaction and for a moment he fears Viktor Krum’s back to kiss Hermione, tired of waiting for Ron to finally gather his courage and do it. But then the torch hanging over a small annex in the middle of the deserted corridor casts its gentle, quivering light over two people, tightly glued against each other, kissing fervently.

His heart sinks so low the Giant Squid might stumble across it when his eyes adjust to realise they’ve walked in on Ginny and Dean.

Ginny and Dean kissing like he’s never seen someone kiss, their hands in each other’s hair and their bodies pressed hard together. He’d probably blush if not for the growling beast in his chest, demanding that Harry do something fast.

Still Ron reacts faster and him and Ginny are in each other’s faces in less than a heartbeat. Weasley tempers are terrible on a good day and grisly on shite days like this. Harry’s confident they’d start hexing and kicking each other if not for his jumping between them.

It’s ugly and petty on both sides, both siblings pouring salt over open wounds, and Harry’s left to awkwardly say goodbye to Dean like nothing’s happened.

Later, alone in his bed, covers pulled up over his head, he’d have time to think about how he’d tear Dean limb from limb for kissing Ginny like that - or for kissing her at all. Yeah, later he’d have time to plan and imagine and probably work himself into a fit over the image of them tattooed on his brain. Indeed, there’ll be enough time to thoroughly hate himself and the world later.

#itsblissfuloblivion writes #itsblissfuloblivion #torch chapter 2 #harry X ginny #harry potter x ginny weasley #ron weasley x hermione granger #hinny fic #hbp fic

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2018 Fic List

Since I did this for 2019, I wanted to do one for 2018 because I guess I just love mucking around with lists XD

2018 was also the year harassment on my main account drove me to create 2 more separate AO3 accounts so I could continue to post non-drarry fics in peace until the drarry fandom found some chill, so around August/September is when links will start going to other accounts and I was super active there rather than my main.

(2019 List)

Note: All explicit rated fics on my main AO3 account are behind an account lock, that means only logged in AO3 users can read them. This is for a couple of reasons, but a big one is because those fics are the ones that I find reposted the most frequently. Don’t repost my fics.

Most popular fics of 2018:

(because I’m doing this now, I can’t get completely accurate for most popular within 2018, so it’s more like, which are my most popular fics of 2018 now)

Most Kudosed: ‘In the Ways That Matter’ (HP, Drarry, 1,260 Kudos, posted April) Most Hits: ‘Kinktober 2018′ (VLD, Multiship, 21,764 hits, posted October) Most Commented: ‘In the Ways That Matter’ (HP, Drarry, 83 comments, posted April)

This is an even longer list than 2019 (182 works linked), milestones, stats, fandom, ship, and fic lists under the cut:

Milestones:

Hit 100k+ words on VLD AO3 account Participated in Shatt Week 2018 (6/7 days done) Submitted a fic for H/D Consent Fest 2018 Submitted a fic for Chubby Neville Fest 2018 Completed Sheith Angst Week 2018 Completed Sapphic September for both HP and VLD on time (totaling 60 works) Completed James and Keith Week 2018 (in Sept, wow I was on fire that month) Completed Kinktober 2018 for VLD on time (and mostly writing things I’d never written before XD)

Stats:

Total number of fics posted: 182 Total word count posted: 210,601 Total number of fandoms: 4 Total number of ships: 52

Month with the most fics: September (70) Month with the least fics: July, November, December (all 0)

Most written fandom: Voltron (116) Least written fandom: Yuri On Ice (1)

Most written ship: VLD: Matt/Shiro (31)

Longest fic: In Pursuit of Red Wine (HP, Draco/Neville, 28,732 words) Shortest fic: Knowing When to Shut Up (VLD, Matt/Shiro, 88 words)

Fandoms herein: Voltron (116), Harry Potter (62), Star Wars (3), YOI (1)

Ships herein:

VLD: Adashi, Allura/Veronica, Alluracxa, Hance, Heith, Hunk/Keith/Lance, James/Keith/Shiro, James/Lotor, James/Shiro, Jeith, Katt, Keith/Anon, Keith/BOM, Keith/Tentacles, Klance, Kolivan/Shiro, Lancelot, Matt/Hunk, Matt/Keith/Shiro, Matt/Lance/Shiro, Romelle/Veronica, Romellura, Shance, Shatt, Shetih, Shunk, Uliro, Veracxa HP: Blaise/Pansy, Bleville, Dean/Draco, Delachang, Draco/Fred/George, Drarry, Drarryville, Dreville, Flonks, Ginny/Tonks, Ginsy, Hermione/Pansy/Tracey, Linny, Lunsy, Nottbottom, Padma/Pansy, Pansmione, Parvansy, Parvender, Pottbottom, Rarry, Star Wars: Skysolo YOI: Otayuri

And with all that out of the way, the fics:

January (2 fics, 1,993 words):

Made Real by the Speaking of It (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 1,147 words)

Untitled Prompted Work (HP, Neville/Theodore, Teen, 846 words, Ch 22 in ‘Neville/Theo Prompted Drabbles and Ficlets’)

February (10 fics, 34,721 words):

Broken Heating (Close Quarters #1) (Star Wars, Han/Luke, Teen, 435 words)

Decisions (HP, Blaise/Pansy, G rated, 604 words)

Untitled Prompted Work (HP, Blaise/Neville, G rated, 364 words, Ch 4 in ‘Blaise/Neville Prompted Ficlets and Drabbles’)

Banished but Not Alone (HP, Neville/Theodore, Teen, 965 words)

In Pursuit of Red Wine (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 28,732 words, for Chubby Neville Fest)

Scars (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 366 words)

Stargazing (HP, Neville/Theodore, Teen, 328 words)

Should Have Brought a Bag (Bookmarks and Chocolates and Dates #2) (HP, Hermione/Pansy, G rated, 1,032 words)

One Way or the Other (HP, Draco/Harry/Neville, Teen, 1,194 words)

Caught Singing (HP, Neville/Theodore, Teen, 701 words)

March (6 fics, 8,824 words):

Close Quarters (Close Quarters #2) (Star Wars, Han/Luke, Teen, 2,840 words)

The Perfect Morning (With a Rough Start) (HP, Harry/Neville, Teen, 968 words)

Getting in Late (HP, Neville/Theodore, G rated, 566 words)

Little Surprises (HP, Neville/Theodore, G rated, 555 words)

What Luck! (HP, Draco/Harry/Neville, Teen, 2,466 words)

Cloud Watching (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 1,429 words)

April (9 fics, 25,088 words):

Being Brave (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 4,053 words)

Just to Watch It Wriggle (HP, Dean/Draco, Teen, 609 words)

In the Ways That Matter (HP, Draco/Harry, Teen, 9,024 words, for H/D Consent Fest 2018)

Always with You, Even When the Dam Breaks (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 2,445 words)

To Catch a Ferret (HP, Draco/Fred/George, Teen, 1,271 words)

Dragons and Weasels (HP, Draco/Fred/George, Teen, 2,282 words)

Close Calls and Future Decisions (Otayuri Assassin’s Creed AU #3) (YOI, Otabek/Yuri P, Teen, 3,368 words)

A Delightful Turn of Events (HP, Cho/Fleur, Teen, 777 words)

Until It’s Old and Comfortable (HP, Harry/Ron, Teen, 1,259 words)

May (1 fic, 1,819 words):

A Familiar Ruse (HP, Ginny/Tonks, Teen, 1,819 words)

June (1 fic, 1,328 words):

A Snowy Getaway (Close Quarters #3) (Star Wars, Han/Luke, Teen, 1,328 words)

July: 0

August (48 fics, 54,308 words):

(Note: cross posting spree to a new account after deleting many voltron fics off main due to harassment from drarry readers salty I wasn’t posting their ship that year, all fics were still posted originally within 2018, after the Shatt spam everything else was posted originally in August on the new account)

After Training (VLD, Hunk/Lance, Teen, 1,068 words)

Good Enough (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 2,524 words)

Again (We’ll Figure It out as We Go #1) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,350 words)

Signal (We’ll Figure It out as We Go #2) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,021 words)

Problem Solving (We’ll Figure It out as We Go #3) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,397 words)

Slacking off Work (We’ll Figure It out as We Go #4) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Explicit, 4,022 words)

Not a Genius About Everything (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 274 words)

Snooping (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 539 words)

Not Very Leader-Like (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 174 words)

That Kind of Picnic (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 206 words)

Knowing When to Shut Up (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 88 words)

Poolside (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 260 words)

Accidentally out Loud (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 135 words)

Staying After (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 195 words)

Breaking the News (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 311 words)

Backseat Driving (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 203 words)

A Quick Dip (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 183 words)

Unauthorised Merchandise (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 112 words)

Finding the Words (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 2,415 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Different Perspectives (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 960 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Share the Load (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,800 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Wakey Wakey (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 699 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Going Back (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 876 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Lost in Dreams (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 835 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Staying Ahead (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 196 words)

Boop the Snoot (Matt/Shiro Crochet Verse #1) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 555 words)

Passing the Time (Matt/Shiro Crochet Verse #2) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,063 words)

Unlikely to Learn but Happy to Try (Matt/Shiro Crochet Verse #3) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 239 words)

Like a Damn Cat (Matt/Shiro Crochet Verse #4) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 255 words)

A Teeny Tiny Lie (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 213 words)

Telling Tall Tales (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 274 words)

Fine Art (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 98 words)

You Never Beg, Huh? (VLD, Keith/Lance, Explicit, 1,743 words)

Something Else Entirely (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Teen, 1,113 words)

Reaching Out, Not Letting Go (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 8,635 words)

Finding Time for Rest (Finding Time for Rest #1) (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 3,146 words)

Chasing Distraction (VLD, James/Keith, Keith/Shiro (one-sided), Mature, 2,864 words)

Making Time (Finding Time for Rest #2) (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Mature, 4,215 words)

A Tear in the Night Sky (VLD, James/Lotor, Teen, 531 words)

Pulled in by the Bond in Our Hearts (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Mature, 842 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

To See Your Face Again (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 420 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

Better Next Time (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Mature, 483 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

The Soul Knows Before the Mind Does (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 536 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

When Hard Choices Become Easy Choices (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Mature, 930 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

Focus on the Fire (VLD, one-sided Keith/Shiro, Past Adam/Shiro, Teen, 719 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

Can’t Wait to See Their Faces (HP, Draco/Harry, G rated, 298 words)

Nice Shower? (HP, Draco/Harry, Explicit, 1,871 words)

Is That How You Want It Then? (HP, Neville/Theodore, Explicit, 1,422 words)

September (70 fics, 49,790 words):

(Sapphic September for HP series with prompt list, Sapphic September for VLD series with prompt list)

Just Like Every Other Night (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 712 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

Breakfast Smoothies (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 301 words)

Worth a Shot (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 628 words)

Waiting for so Long (HP, Ginny/Luna, Teen, 1,210 words)

Alone for Long Enough (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Mature, 254 words)

Nothing More Beautiful (HP, Cho/Fleur, Teen, 1,097 words)

Don’t Mention the Robots (VLD, Allura/Romelle, Mature, 525 words)

Standards (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 701 words)

Wondering (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Teen, 456 words)

Childhood Games (HP, Luna/Pansy, G rated, 805 words)

Yours, Always (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 720 words)

Night Flight (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 389 words)

The Bad Guy (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 406 words)

Latest Acquisition (HP, Pansy/Parvati, G rated, 348 words)

Misplaced Focus (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 435 words)

Pancakes (HP, Cho/Fleur, Teen, 298 words)

Purple Flush (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Explicit, 3,621 words)

Bringing Work Home (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 1,056 words)

A Sign of Affection (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 251 words)

A Tough Day (HP, Hermione/Pansy/Tracey, Teen, 817 words)

Lines, and Crossing Them (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 2,808 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Sharing Customs (VLD, Allura/Romelle, G rated, 296 words)

Be Careful What You Wish For (HP, Ginny/Pansy, Teen, 770 words, for hpcupminifest September)

Wanting Out (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 1,220 words)

Missing Her (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 322 words)

What a Night (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 2,378 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Cutting In (HP, Cho/Fleur, G rated, 385 words)

Call It Pilot Solidarity (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 2,525 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Teach Me Everything (VLD, Allura/Romelle, Mature, 268 words)

Need More Tea (HP, Hermione/Pansy, G rated, 916 words)

Familiar Souls, Familiar Faces (VLD, Allura/Romelle, G rated, 308 words)

Checking In (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 2,583 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Hot Chocolate (HP, Hermione/Pansy, G rated, 792 words)

Trying Chocolate (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 410 words)

Late (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 492 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

It’s Only Goodbye for Now (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 1,241 words)

Agree to Disagree (VLD, Acxa,/Veronica, Teen, 249 words)

If Only Wishing Made It So (VLD, James/Keith, Keith/Shiro (one-sided), Mature, 394 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Another Kind of Magic (HP, Hermione/Pansy, G rated, 357 words)

Battery Acid (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 315 words)

Setting Out to Win (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 644 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Nothing Is Certain (HP, Padma/Pansy, Teen, 715 words)

Remaining Calm (VLD, Allura/Romelle, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 655 words)

Persuasion (HP, Cho/Fleur, Mature, 259 words)

Fascination (VLD, Allura/Veronica, Teen, 813 words)

Ready? (HP, Ginny/Pansy, Teen, 1,037 words)

Stolen Thunder (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 735 words)

More Than Just Maintaining Cover (HP, Ginny/Tonks, Mature, 1,440 words)

Beginning with Marriage (VLD, Allura/Veronica, Teen, 843 words)

How Convenient (HP, Ginny/Luna, Teen, 548 words)

For as Long as You Need (VLD, Allura/Romelle, G rated, 338 words)

Settling In (HP, Fleur/Tonks, G rated, 532 words)

Home Is with the One You Love (VLD, Acxa/Allura, G rated, 304 words)

Traps and Revelations (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 594 words)

More Than Mercy (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Teen, 1,112 words)

Mistakes Made In Anger (HP, Draco/Harry, Teen, 191 words)

A Rock Big Enough for Two (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 621 words)

Unlike the Bananas? (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 232 words)

No Monsters Here (HP, Lavender/Parvati, Teen, 262 words)

Diplomacy (VLD, Allura/Romelle, G rated, 210 words)

Don’t Ever Forget (HP, Ginny/Luna, Teen, 357 words)

Worship (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Teen, 427 words)

If They Only Knew (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 660 words)

Not So Blind (VLD, Romelle/Veronica, Teen, 556 words)

Don’t Lose the Dream (HP, Ginny/Luna, G rated, 449 words)

A Wrinkle in Her Plans (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 418 words)

Loving the Clumsy (HP, Fleur/Tonks, Teen, 276 words)

Should Have Used Blue (VLD, Allura/Veronica, G rated, 272 words)

A Race Just to Ask (HP, Ginny/Pansy, G rated, 277 words)

Veronica and the Beast (HP, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 254 words)

October (35 fics, 32,730 words):

Kiss Cam (VLD, Allura/Veronica, Teen, 391 words)

Green Means Go (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Explicit, 1,824 words)

Start the Chase (HP, Draco/Harry, Explicit, 4,015 words)

A Visitor With a Key (HP, Draco/Harry, Teen, 303 words)

+ 31 more works in ‘Kinktober 2018′ (VLD, Keith/Blade of Marmora, Keith/Shiro, James/Keith, Hunk/Keith/Lance, Hunk/Lance, Lance/Lotor, Mat/Shiro, Hunk/Keith, Matt/Keith, James/Shiro, James/Keith/Shiro, Matt/Hunk, Matt/Keith/Shiro, Adam/Shiro, Shiro/Ulaz, Hunk/Shiro, Kolivan/Shiro, Lance/Shiro, Matt/Lance/Shiro, Keith/Lance, Keith/Anonymous Stranger, Keith/Kolivan, Keith/Tentacles, All Explicit, total word count 26,197)

November: 0

December: 0

Notes:

-What the hell was I on in September and how do I get my hands on it again XD I went fucking insane that month doing Sapphic September twice over + a ship week. YIKES. But also like, NEVER AGAIN, I remember I was so burned out halfway through Kinktober after that and struggled to finish kinktober’s list, then I went offline for a few months and didn’t write for just as long, but also some real life shit was going down so it’s all blurred together XD

-Aaaah, look at all them rarepairs, I do so love my rares!

-Still kinda bummed that S8 killed my VLD buzz cos writing for that fandom was so much fun and I miss it, I was gonna try get back into it this year, but then found out that even previously non-toxic corners of the fandom are toxic now and nope, killed my buzz all over again.

-STILL NO BBC MERLIN?!?!?! omg was 2017 really the last time I wrote for that fandom??????? Also no Star Trek, I really thought 2018 was the year I wrote that but I guess my memory is still shit XD must have been 2017 wow, but at least there’s still new fandoms for when I get around to making a 2017/2016 list XD which will luckily be smaller cos I wrote fewer but longer fics in 2016/2017

-Overall, like 2019, 2018 was a bad year for me in terms of word count. I guess it was the beginning of my health really affecting my ability to write and my shift to accommodate for that by writing shorter things instead of trying and failing to write long fics like I used to (altho actually I think that started in 2017 really, guess I need to make the list to see XD). I’m still pretty proud though, cos I always wanted to write more sapphic content and doing sapphic september was something I didn’t think I’d manage but I did it 2x over =) and then off the heels of that success, I did Femslash Feb for HP in 2019 and some of Sapphic Sept 2019 too

-Kinktober was also super fun, even though I was a big ball of anxiety the whole time and burning out pretty badly after September. But I really got outside of my comfort zone to write several things I not only hadn’t written before, but also don’t even personally like XD I wrote a couple of my squicks and that was an interesting experience. I also gained a few new kinks, also an interesting experience XD

#*#my fanfic #2018 master list #what an insane year #this took hours #but better this than stare blindly out my window cos I can't seem to focus on doing anything else #at least a 2017 and 2016 list will take less time #far fewer fics just each a lot longer #if i do lists for those years #not sure yet #kind of want to just so i have a list for each year #but also it's a bit depressing going backwards and seeing my yearly word count go to insane highs i will never reach again #one if not both of 2016/2017 were 500k+ iirc #kinda sad i'll never write that much in a year again

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eleanor-writes-stuff · 5 years

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a language that i never knew existed before - Day 12

For @dawninthemtn, who asked for a modern AU in which “Ben Solo keeps trying to cancel his Book-A-Month subscription service, but just can't seem to say no to the friendly customer service agent”.

This was so much fun to write, especially since it allowed me to sneak some epistolary storytelling into this collection. Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy the ficlet!

Reylo fam! ‘Tis the season for giving, so come get your very own holiday ficlet right here!

25 Days of Reylo Also available on AO3

JUNE

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Cancellation/refund

My friend used my credit card to sign me up for a one-year YA subscription as a prank. I didn’t realize until the first box arrived today. I’d like to cancel the subscription and just pay for the box I’ve already received, if that’s okay.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Cancellation/refund

Hi, Ben! I’m so sorry to hear about your experience with our service.

Our refund policy allows you to change your mind anytime and get a full refund for boxes not yet received. But might I suggest changing boxes instead? At $29.99 per month for a box of three books with a combined retail value of up to $59.99, we’re the most affordable book service in the country! If YA isn’t your thing, we offer eleven other standard boxes, along with an option for customization.

If you’d like to give us a second chance, please take this quick quiz to determine the best box for you. The results will automatically be emailed to me upon completion, and I’d be happy to guide you through the selection process.

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

JULY

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: First box!

Hi, Ben!

Your first sci-fi/fantasy box just shipped out today, and should reach you within three working days. I hope you enjoy the selection, and thank you again for choosing to stick with us!

If you have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me!

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: First box!

Hi, Rey.

Three working days, just like you said. Everything looks okay, thanks for your help.

Regards, Ben.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: First box!

Hi, Ben!

I’m glad to hear the box arrived on time! If you don’t mind, please keep me informed on how you like the selection. I’ve got a few other suggestions for you based on your quiz results, and I’d be happy to switch your subscription if you’re not absolutely pleased with the sci-fi/fantasy box.

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Re: First box!

Hey, Rey.

I think that might be for the best. Sci-fi just isn’t what it used to be. Or maybe I’ve changed; it’s been a while since I last read anything in that genre.

Of course, if that’s too much trouble you can always just go ahead and process my refund. I’d hate to take up more of your time.

Regards, Ben.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: First box!

Hi, Ben!

It’s no trouble at all! I first joined Resistance back when it was an actual store, and I’ve always loved matching readers up with the right book. As long as you’re okay with it, I’d like to keep going until we find you the right match.

My next suggestion for you based on your quiz results is one of our non-fiction boxes, the history/anthropology combo. Please let me know by the 23rd of this month if you’re interested in that so that I can arrange for the switch and shipping.

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

AUGUST

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: New box

Hi, Rey. The box just arrived today, and the selection is perfect.

So perfect that I already pre-ordered all three of them earlier this year.

I think it’s pretty obvious that this service and I just aren’t meant to be, as great as it is. I really do appreciate all of your help, especially you taking the time to discuss books with me off the clock, but it’s probably time to call it.

Unless you’ve got a third suggestion?

Sincerely, Ben.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: New box

What can I say? I’m good at my job – too good, in this case.

I’ve got at least three more suggestions for you, if you’d like to keep going. And your box should have come with a return ticket, if you’d like to send it back; I don’t see the point in you keeping the duplicates, unless you have a friend with the same unique taste in books? I’d be happy to process the return and credit it to your account. Same goes for your first two boxes; I’m sorry I forgot to mention it earlier.

I’ve actually really missed talking about books with someone, so really, thank you for humoring me. If you ever feel like debating the SWEU again, feel free to reach me at 555-3494. I like that things can get heated when we talk about those books, but it’s probably for the best if I don’t argue with a customer on my work email.

Best regards, Rey Niima, Customer service representative, Resistance Books.

SEPTEMBER

Rey: So technically we’re not supposed to tell anyone about this yet But Wait You still collect comics, right?

Ben: You make me sound like a teenage boy. I collect graphic novels, yes. Why?

Rey: You say potayto, I say potahto ANYWAY I know you’re not 100% happy with the customized box

Ben: They’re your picks for me, of course I’m happy with them.

Rey: Ben

Ben: I am! I’m just not happy with the fact that I barely get any time to read. And when I do get an hour to myself, my brain is too tired for anything intellectual.

Rey: You cutthroat lawyers and your ridiculous endless work Back to my point

Ben: You have one?

Rey: Very funny, Solo Okay so next month we’re announcing a special new box Limited time only And we’re only opening it up to 200 subscribers

Ben: Sounds like a big deal. What do we get, hand-bound manuscripts?

Rey: Even better Two trades and a hardcover, no extra charge

Ben: You’re kidding me.

Rey: Nope Completely serious You in?

Ben: Hey, Rey? No offence but that’s the stupidest question you’ve ever asked me.

Rey: Whatever, nerd I’ll sign you up

Ben: You’re my favorite person right now, thank you.

Rey: Careful, Solo Keep saying nice shit and I might actually start to like you

Ben: And we wouldn’t want that, of course.

Rey: Of course

OCTOBER

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Congratulations!

Hi there, Ben!

Your assigned customer service representative recently entered you for a chance to win one of our 200 limited-time-only comic box subscriptions.

We’re very pleased to let you know that you made the cut! As of next month, you’ll start receiving two trade paperbacks and a hardcover volume each month for the remaining duration of your subscription. We also noticed that you have seven months left with us, and as a sign of our appreciation we’d like to offer you the chance to add on another five months at the standard rate of $29.99 per month in order to receive a full year’s worth of comic boxes. If you’re interested, please contact your assigned customer service representative by the 31st of this month.

Congratulations again, and we hope you enjoy your boxes!

Best regards, Paige Tico, Head of customer service, Resistance Books.

Rey: Did you get the email???

Ben: Just read it. Can’t wait for the first box. Thanks, Rey. By the way, sign me up for the extension thing.

Rey: Can you believe how far we’ve come? It feels like just yesterday that you were trying to cancel your subscription at every turn

Ben: For what it’s worth, I’m glad I didn’t. So fucking glad. I wouldn’t have gotten to know you otherwise.

Rey: Stop, you’ll make me cry Ben? I’m happy we’re friends too

NOVEMBER

Rey: Is it there yet?

Ben: Rey. It’s been two hours. I haven’t even left the office yet.

Rey: Okay, NOW is it there yet?

Ben: Still at work. You’re the one who shipped it, can’t you track the package or something?

Rey: I could But I think I prefer it this way

Ben: Of course you do. You’re lucky I have no other friends.

Rey: As if you’d stop talking to me even if you had a hundred other friends I’m your favorite

Ben: Says who? Maybe Poe’s my favorite. I’ve known him since childhood, after all.

Rey: Poe is a prankster and you fucking hate him

Ben: I wouldn’t say hate.

Rey: Ben He stole your credit card and signed you up for a year’s worth of YA books

Ben: And if he hadn’t done that, you and I would never have met.

Rey: We haven’t Met, I mean Shit I don’t even know what you look like BRB, I’m gonna go stalk you on social

Ben: Honestly, I just assumed you already did.

Rey: Wow, I’m offended HOLY HELL, BEN

Ben: So you’ve found me. If this is about the ears no, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on there either. No one in my family does.

Rey: What ears? Your ears are FINE, silly I was talking about your hair Christ, do you shampoo with unicorn blood or something???

Ben: That would be very soulless lawyer of me, wouldn’t it?

Rey: Shut up, you’re not soulless Funless, maybe, but I’d like to think I’m helping with that

Ben: You are. In the interest of fairness, I’m going to stalk you too.

Rey: Not much to see, but go right ahead Ben? Wow did I scare you off already? And here I thought that was a decent picture

Ben: Shit, sorry. Got pulled into a meeting. It’s a great picture.

Rey: You don’t have to say that

Ben: Well, it is and I mean it. And… I hope this isn’t creepy but I love your smile.

Rey: Not creepy at all By the way I like your eyes

DECEMBER

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Come celebrate the holidays with us!

Hi, Ben!

Did you know that before Resistance Books went online and became the #1 book delivery service in the country, we were a tiny little indie store known as Gatalenta?

This holiday season, we’re returning to our roots – and we’d love for you to join us! Resistance Books will be participating in the annual Coruscant Christmas Market with our very own pop-up store from the 15th of December onwards!

This is a great time for you to come on by and check out the full range of our diverse offerings. And if something catches your eye, you’ll be able to bring it home with you for the same incredibly reasonable rate you know and love – pick any three books from our store for just $29.99!

We hope to see you there!

Warmest wishes, Amilyn Holdo, Founder and president, Resistance Books.

Rey: Hey, did you get the email about the pop-up store?

Ben: Yeah, I was just about to text you. I just realized your boss is a friend of my mom’s. Anyway, this is probably extremely unlikely but Will you be there?

Rey: Seriously?? That’s so weird And yes, actually I’ll be helping out 21st-25th, 11AM-8PM

Ben: You’re working on Christmas?

Rey: You know me Not like I’ve got anything else to do

Ben: Okay, feel free to say no but… What if I go on Christmas? We’d get to discuss books in person And maybe after your shift we could hang out? I haven’t been to the CCM in years, but Maz’s Cantina used to make the best hot chocolates.

Rey: Books, hot chocolate, and finally getting to meet my mysterious Internet stranger? Ben Solo, you’ve got yourself a date

Ben: Great! I mean Cool. I can’t wait. See you then.

Rey: See you!

Ben: Hey, so I just woke up and you’re not here Which is fine, it’s your choice to make And last night can be whatever you want it to be But… Rey, I know what I want it to be I know we moved fast, but yesterday meant a lot to me You mean a lot to me I just… I just want to make sure you know that before you make a decision And the decision’s yours to make, completely I’ll go along with whatever you want As long as we’re at least still friends Because I don’t think I could bear to lose you entirely, Rey Fuck, I don’t think I could bear to lose you at all Shit, sorry, that’s too much I’ll stop now Just… text me back, please?

Rey: Babe I’m in the kitchen Hurry up, breakfast is getting cold And Ben? You mean a lot to me too ❤

This is a little over two thousand words and stopped being about tsundoko about halfway through (if it even was in the first place), but it was such a fun idea to play with and I hope the format doesn’t get in the way of the story. I thought emails and texts would help me keep things short, but obviously that didn’t pan out.

Anyway, thanks for reading as always and I hope you liked it. Please don’t hesitate to like/reblog/comment!

#reylo #reyben #kylo ren/rey #rey/kylo ren #rey/ben solo #star wars #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #ficlet: language that i never knew #my fics

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kurojiri · 5 years

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I know the sound of your heart

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy Summary: Between the orders he had received, and the ones directly from his heart it had drastically made it harder to stay optimistic. CLASS/CATEGORY| Potions (Angst) Prompt: Rolled 1 - Prompt A Harry and Draco think they know each other. One day, they’re tasked with bringing each other down. Choose either: 1) undercover Aurors -OR- 2) war spies -OR- 3) cell mates - Minimum: 300 words - Maximum: 1301 words. Must have at least one Harry and one Draco POV section. A/N: @gameofdrarry Word Count: 1,077 Or read on ao3

Sixth year was predictably, going splendid.

Each day Harry woke up early (because who needed sleep when all he could dream was that night when he lost his godfather), ate what he could (since it was not appropriate for The Chosen One to starve himself) and to try in completing some of his homework without tipping off anyone how stressed he felt. It had been a long summer. Packed in with a longer break since he had any contact with Malfoy that used to involve snogging. He wanted to stop feeling so glum, so useless, and full of too many expectations that the whole wizarding world placed onto him. It didn’t help that besides playing the savior, The Order had become lenient in giving him a mission, technically a small one, but still potentially important if he played it right. Being the Gryffindor that he was, he took it.

September had barely started with the cold weather and quizzes that their professors were itching to squeeze into their classes. Harry’s own timetable wouldn’t have been that hard if he liked all his classes, but he did complain on the account that potions was still slotted because he said that he wanted to be an Auror after Hogwarts. The only refuge he received was that he had not been completely alone when it came to heartbreak. Hermione’s own luck sucked too, yet, when he had told her about Malfoy, she had been wary and sympathetic about his feelings. He liked the git, but as their history went, it had been too unstable for anything to remotely come into fruition in a healthy dose.

It went in hand that Draco Malfoy would never leave his mother’s side. (And Harry understood, because he had known that he himself would protect everyone he loved. The Weasleys, Hermione, Ron, Remus, and, Sirius—he just wanted to help, to survive the war.)

He knew that Malfoy didn’t want anything to do with him. He should have respected his wishes. However, the thing about being a Potter was that he couldn’t let Malfoy go. Not from his thoughts, his dreams and heart.

He wanted to build a bridge back, to construct something that could mend their mistakes from before. Harry’s own selfish desires could backfire on him if Malfoy found out what The Order wanted from them, he knew; but that had been what made him Harry Potter. He took the risks nobody wanted to make. Carved out his grave where he stood when he slipped the cloak to track down Malfoy. It hadn’t been that hard to find him during Prefect duties late at night. It had been effortless to slip into old habits when he called out his name, to reveal his body and have a half-frozen Malfoy in front of him. Practically gapping. In seconds, he enveloped Malfoy inside the cloak for both privacy and desperation to maintain his attention.

They didn’t kiss, even if he missed it, Harry just felt too self-conscious of being so close to the boy he was in love with. The same one that The Order wanted Harry to get cozy again in order to find any leaks of information from the other side. The levels of drama and angst that could loop around his shoulders was astonishing, heavy too when all thoughts centered to pleading if Draco changed his mind and join his side. They could talk it out (because he badly wanted an excuse to have Malfoy in his life again), to make a plan that would ensure Malfoy’s mother safety now that his dad was out of the picture momentarily, he just needed to say the right words. To have the courage to stitch together his mission while still staying true to his heart.

“I know you’re up to something.”

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed, his lips turned thin. Harry could see how much he wanted to deny the accusation as his body leaned away from Harry’s. (But they knew that he couldn’t. Not when it had been public knowledge about the downfall of the Malfoy name.)

“We both know that you want sanctuary for your mum. I can give it to you.” Malfoy’s scoff hadn’t hid how skeptical and a cynic he was to hearing that. “Malfoy—” He got cut off.

“Potter we both know that’s rubbish. If we’re going to be candid about this, I doubt you have that much influence in your little club against him to invoke a deal that would give my mother clemency.”

“Do you always have to be such a pessimistic git? Malfoy, I know a thing or two about families with a bad history. I know you weren’t exactly that close to your dad compared to your mum. I’m giving you a chance.” For your pardon, for us, he wanted to add.

Malfoy crossed his arms against his chest as a gust of chilly air blew through them. “Regardless of how distant I’ve been with my father, that doesn't equate that I would leave him behind to the Dark Lord’s wrath. Malfoys pride themselves of being loyal to family. As such, your band of fans and bodyguards wouldn’t let my family in without something equal to exchange.”

“Information.” Harry admitted. “They would want an insider to spy and give intel.”

But that would be too dangerous for any grown adult let alone someone who was still in Hogwarts. He couldn’t gamble Malfoy’s life like that. Not when he was losing too many people from all sides.

“Potter, just give it up. Leave me alone and keep your head down for all our sakes. What’s done is done.”

Harry stepped closer. “You can’t mean that. Malfoy, don’t walk away from this.” He grabbed one of Malfoy’s hands and placed it over his heart. “I know you want this.”

Malfoy’s hands were cold, shivering from contact. “No, you don't.”

He stuttered. Looked so ready to give up, empty. Harry leaned further and angled for his lips to touch Malfoys when he whispered to him. “Don’t lie to yourself. I want you too.”

“Don’t. Potter you don’t know what you’re starting.” Please almost escaped from his mouth.

He trembled when Harry kissed him.

“I have been told you have acquired Potter’s affections.” His robes slid over to his shoes. In close proximity his red eyes pierced straight to his heart. “Good. Use that to your advantage and your mother will stay in perfect health. Is that understood?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

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The Girl From The Village part 1

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Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Cheating. Death by car accident, and by infection. Physical assault, breaking and entering.

Word count: 5k

Summary: Still grieving for her husband’s death, Captain America is the last person Y/N expects to show up at her door. Their fate is connected in a peculiar way, one that sparks an unusual friendship. Yet Y/N still isn’t sure she wants to be included in this particular narrative.

A/N: written for @nataliarxmanxva and the prompt is in italics. I know this first part is extremely heavy, but the second part will be much lighter, I promise!

Series masterlist can be found here

I married young, fresh out of high school with my prom dress as inspiration for my wedding dress. I married the first fool that told me he loved me. He was a car freak and tweaked at his father’s vintage car collection over the weekend. Some say I married up, with a real gentleman that treats me like a queen. Others say he married down, and even though I’m a beautiful butterfly, our love will only last a couple seasons before the butterfly gets stripped of her wings.

So it’s only fitting that for this year’s Halloween walk around town, I dress myself up as a dark forest nymph, with withered, ghostly butterfly wings. As an annual tour guide, I escort the kids, teenagers and other youngsters around different haunted locations. At the end of the night, there’s a party for those who can’t get enough of the nightly terrors and an open bar for the other who, like myself, just need a drink to come down from all the screams.

As I sit down on one of the long bar stools, waving over the bartender with a kind smile, I check my phone for any missed calls or messages. There’s one from my mother-in-law who tried to reach me about an hour and I cringe at the reminder of our last conversation, a neat little bruise high on my cheek bone where she slapped me right in the face, now covered up by a thick layer of make-up.

She had already warned me that she was going to do that if she ever saw me again. But I just wanted to return our wedding album I borrowed from her husband, my father-in-law, last spring. He seems the be one of the few people that understand my situation, having experiences the very same emotions I went through. Of course he’ll never talk to his wife about this, or she will be just as ‘sympathetic’ to him as she is to me.

“Why the long face, Y/N?,” the bartender comments on my sullen appearance as he makes me a Bloody Mary on the house.

Sighing while I cup the glass in both my hands, I take a sip from the red liquid. “Family issues. As usual.” The bartender, Jimmy, tells his colleague to take over for a minute as he leans on the counter and listens to what you have to say.

“She still thinks it’s my fault. Everything is always my fault. Last Monday she gave me a shiner. But how else was I going to give back our wedding album to her, hm? Mail it to them? Come on…”

“Don’t, Y/N. Jared would want you to be happy.”

“She was the one that set me up with her son in the first place. I mean, she probably regrets that now. She regrets many things, she told me. Yet she makes it look like I don’t regret anything at all. I’m fine with taking the blame because I deserve it. But I refuse to be her patsy, I can’t control every element of her and my life.”

“Of course you can’t, sweetie, you’re only human.” Jimmy squeezes your shoulder. “I gotta go back now, I’ve got customers waiting, but I’m always here if you wanna talk. And remember sweetie, you’re a wonderful human being and you’re gonna get through this.”

The walk home is silent, with my headphones on and in comfortable loneliness. These last few weeks have been nothing but comfortable loneliness. I have gotten used to being on my own so I don’t feel as lonely anymore as before. But I still clearly remember a time when I was surrounded by people, when I was loved by everybody in this little town instead of shunned by half.

That night, you don’t even bother to take off your make-up properly, not yet ready to see the blue-ish bruise on my cheek shine in the soft bathroom light. It’s only when morning comes that you regret ever not taking it off, scrubbing and rubbing at the best of your abilities until your face is red and swollen from the exertion. Exhausted again, you crawl onto the couch with a warm blanket or two and some Halloween-themed cornflakes, reminiscing about Jared, and Tom.

A strong knock to the door startles you as it disrupts your trail of destructive thoughts. Getting up with a heavy feeling in your bones, you drag yourself from the safety of the couch and towards the front door. When you open it, it’s like the wind is knocked right from your lungs.

“Hi,” the blond says shyly, giving you a warm half-smile as awe transforms his face. “I’m sorry to show up here unannounced, but I was hoping to talk to you. You’re Y/N right?”

“And who may you be?,” you ask a little defensive, your evident surprise putting you straight on edge.

“I’m Steve, Steve Rogers,” he replies as he goes through his hair with long, slender fingers.

Steve Rogers. You’re going over in your mind where you’ve heard the name before, until it finally clicks and recognition dawns on your face. “Captain America?,” you whisper under your breath, a couple curses on the tip of your tongue. “What is Captain America doing on my doorstep?”

“Like I said, I wanted to talk to you. I saw you in Brooklyn, like a month ago, is that possible?”

You nod since you have been in Brooklyn for a baby shower last September, but unfortunately you don’t remember running into none other than Steve Rogers. If you had, surely you would remember? “Come in,” you offer hesitantly as you size him from head to toe. He’s just like the news reports show, tall and muscly and all bulging biceps.

He waits for you to sit down before he takes a seat opposite of you, wringing his sweaty palms together. “So I’m just gonna… say it,” he chuckles wryly, embarrassment rolling off him in thick waves. “I was in Brooklyn getting some groceries when I saw you walk up to one of the apartments across the street. You were wearing a soft blue dress with a red bow in your hair. Your hair was pinned up like they did back in the forties and you looked very classy.”

As he finishes his appreciative description of your vintage outfit and matching looks that day, you’re already blushing like a lobster. But Steve isn’t finishes yet. “The resemblance was uncanny,” he gushes softly, taking his wallet and fishing out an old photograph. Steve shows it to you and you take it in the palm of your hand, very carefully.

Tentatively you speak with a quiet voice and tender eyes. “She does look like me. A lot.” Your thumb smooths over the black and white surface. She’s in some kind of uniform, ready to salute, her red-painted lips holding a perfect smile while her eyes glisten with genuine heartiness.

“She was a chorus girl. Her name was Naomi.” His eyes dart from the picture in my hands to mine and back. “She was one of the brightest souls I’ve ever met. Really talented performer, so good they sent her with me to the battlefield to cheer up the men.”

Your eyelashes flutter softly as you try to hold in your emotions, moved by how his voice seems to break under the pressure of his words. “She was special. Bucky and I, we were smitten by her. When I rescued him from where they held him imprisoned, she was there to nurse him. Bucky… He – euhm, he was a little infatuated. But Naomi, she only had eyes for me.”

With a little laugh, he accepts the picture as you give it back to him. “Naomi stood up for me and kind of… tamed the other girls. One guy taking on at least a dozen show girls… that’s just too much oestrogen for little Stevie here to handle. Even though I wasn’t so little anymore.”

After pocketing it back in his wallet, he fidgets with his hands in his lap. “Some of the girls didn’t have lads at home and could get a little handsy from time to time, but it was always very innocent. They missed having a man around, so I sort of became their man. But Naomi… With her it was different… She – euhm, she was my first.”

Your eyebrows knit together as something snaps inside of you. “If you’re here hoping to get laid by a lookalike of your forties sweetheart, then you better get out of here before I kick you out.”

Steve gapes at you, his pupils flared in surprise as he stutters and stammers to correct himself. “No, no that’s not why I’m here at all. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m just here to talk, promise.”

The corner of your mouth twitches as your lips are set in a thin, stern line, jaw still clenched tight. You believe him. “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to be so rude. I jumped to the wrong conclusion.”

The colour slowly returns to his face as you relax your shoulders, a flush creeping up on you as a more positive connotation settles in your thoughts. This chorus girl, Naomi, who looks so much like you, was Captain America’s first time fooling around. That must be a compliment in that, right?

“What happened to her?,” you query gently, noticing the Captain’s cheeks are turning from pink to pale white again.

The Captain is fighting back the tears and he squeezes them shut as he remembers her, clearing his throat first before answering. “She took a hit when Bucky fell of the train. Naomi had caught some kind of infection from the battlefield and when she heard about Bucky… She lost her will to fight. She was devastated.”

You get up from the couch and join his side once you notice how hard this is on him. Placing your hand on his knee, it gives Steve a little boost to continue. “Yet we made each other a promise. I’d get back from the war and she’d get better. She’d hook me up with Peggy and I’d find her a nice lad, too. But instead of keeping that promise…”

“You ended up in the ice, trying to save the world,” you finish his sentence for him. “I’m sure she knew. I’m sure she knew you did what you had to do.”

“Naomi was one of the first people to ever appreciate me for me. To her I wasn’t just some bulky and weird science project, but a real man. She didn’t know me before I became Captain America, but she assured me she would’ve loved me just the same.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Steve,” you whisper softly. “I know what it feels like to lose someone that special.”

Steve shifts his body towards you, interest peaking his ears. “My husband, Jared, died last year,” you explain as an uneasy mood strikes you. This is the first time you’re actually willing, prepared, just ready to talk about it.

“Jared and I, we were everybody’s favourites, so naturally we were bound to fall in love. High school sweethearts, you know...” Your mouth has run dry so you run to the kitchen and fetch yourself a glass of water, offering Steve a drink too.

“We got married shortly after we finished high school, before we were supposed to go to college. Jared had already procured his placed at an Ivy League University and soon thereafter I earned a scholarship to the same one, too. I didn’t want Jared’s help, I didn’t want to thrive off his last name. I insisted on earning my place.”

Returning with two glasses, you sit cross-legged next to Steve, holding on tightly to both your glass as well as your heart. “We had a solid relationship. We had a good marriage. But we married too young, there were others things we still wanted to do other than being married. Sure, we loved each other and wanted to grow old together, but after a while there was no passion, no excitement, no sparks flying anymore.”

Steve listens intently, nodding here and there whenever he believes it’s most constructive. The sound of your voice is somehow soothing to his own grief. He wants closure just as much as you do. he thought that by going to see you, he’d be able to turn the page. But one page can wait a little longer if he can help you move on to the next chapter, too.

“Two summers ago, I met another guy, Tom. Jared had flown to Europe for his internship and would be away for two full months, maybe longer. We’d just graduated and the whole world seemed to be at our feet. Tom was here visiting some family and one of my friends, his cousin, brought him along to a party.”

Inhaling deeply, that night’s events still freshly engraved in our mind, you attempt to suppress the flashbacks and the memories by holding your breath. Steve tells you it’s alright, his hand rubbing circles on your back to help you level your breathing. “It’s okay. You can tell me, I won’t judge.”

“Nobody ever talks about summer love like it’s going to last, you know? You don’t expect a summer fling to last. But Tom… he took me hiking one day and we’d just lay in the grass looking at the clouds changing, holding hands. Tom adored me. He was so easy to adore, too. So we kept it going for longer than just the summer, long after Jared had returned...”

Your glass is empty and it’s like you’re staring into a bottomless pit. “Tom got a job here, because I asked him to. Jared never suspected anything. Of course I still loved him and Jared still loved me, but the chemistry between us had long died down. The most intimate moments with Tom were our hikes, when we could just… be together. Period. It wasn’t about the sex, it was about something much deeper.”

Looking up into Steve’s baby blue eyes, you recognise the same remorse, the same regret that’s flooding your system as we speak. He was in love with Peggy, yet allowed himself to fall for Naomi as well. “If you don’t mind me askin’… How did Jared die, love?”

“Jared was supposed to take one of his dad’s vintage cars out for a spin. He wanted to take me with him and maybe organise a little picnic with just the two of us. He got home early from work to prepare for everything. I knew Jared inside out and he probably thought he should do some warming up first so he could impress me with his driving skills. But the car hadn’t been out of the garage for ages and didn’t receive a regular check-up either. Jared crashed into a tree because the brakes didn’t function properly.”

Crying softly into the blond’s shoulder, the super soldier wraps his arm around your waist and comforts you silently, giving your emotions free reign. “His mother likes to blame me for what happened. She needs someone to blame.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N,” Steve whispers into your hair. “None of it is your fault.”

“If I hadn’t been in the woods with Tom, I would’ve had reception and I would’ve heard my phone ring.” Detaching yourself from his sturdy frame, you try to make yourself look presentable again by wiping away the tears and putting your hair up in a messy ponytail. “The whole town soon found out. She made sure of that. I’m the town’s sweetheart that became the town’s scapegoat.”

“Y/N…, don’t think like that, doll. You can always move…”

“I can’t move. Everything reminds me of Jared and I wanna hold on to his memory. At one point, I couldn’t take it anymore and considered going back to New York where I did my internship. But if I move back to New York, I risk running into Tom again and I can’t… Too much has happened.”

Your red-rimmed eyes find his and as they lock, his phone rings loudly, breaking the tender atmosphere surrounding you like a safety net. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I gotta go. The team is wondering where I am. I wish I could’ve stayed longer to talk. Maybe I can come over again? Somewhere next week?”

“I have a day off on Wednesday and I can start later on Thursday, so then we have plenty of time to talk.”

Steve nods softly, making a mental note of your appointment. “So I’ll see you next Wednesday.”

“Thank you, Steve, for listening.” You don’t feel exonerated, but there’s a small sliver relief at the end of your tunnel, guiding you to a better mindset, helping you grieve. All thanks to Steve.

“Thank you, Y/N, for your trust. And for not screaming when I showed up at your door.”

You both chuckle at this and after watching Captain America get back into his car and drive back towards the highway, a warm and fuzzy feeling has lit up your chest. You didn’t hear from Steve anymore as you forgot to exchange numbers. But figuring that he’s Captain America, an Avenger, working together with Tony Stark, he would’ve found a way to contact you if he needed to. Next Wednesday couldn’t be here fast enough.

So to ease the nerves, you started baking as early as Tuesday morning. You worked at the shelter and the adjoining pet store and had an hour lunch break during which you made the decorations and toppings for your cupcakes. And when you got home around half past five, you started baking even more; from cookies to pie to even croissants for breakfast should Steve show up as early as eight a.m.

Steve arrived a little after eleven in the morning and he also brought a guest. When you opened the door this time, you expected to see just the blond super soldier, and not a certain metal-armed assassin that’s been all over the news as of late.

“Y/N, I know I should’ve called or at least texted you, but we were sent from one mission to the other and…” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration with himself. “I’m so sorry, that’s not an excuse. But I still hope you don’t mind Bucky tagging along. I let it slip that I tracked you down and he kind of wanted to see for himself.”

By now, Bucky’s jaw has gone slack, his mouth agape as he sizes you up. “She’s just like Naomi, Steve.”

Unsure of how to react, you invite them in, Steve pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek as a greeting and Bucky giving you an awkward wave. “I told ya, didn’t I, Buck?,” Steve chuckles to his friend as you show them inside.

“I doubt that I look exactly like her. I mean, I don’t have the size of a show girl let alone the legs for it,” you mumble as you neatly arrange all the pastries on your kitchen table. The two men protest and assure you’re just as stunning as Naomi, no matter your size.

“Did you make all this just for us?,” Steve asks you as he sits down closest to the apple pie, the scent tickling his nostrils with delicious intent, exchanging an impressed look with Bucky.

“Well,” you blush shyly, “I actually made it just for you, since I didn’t think you’d bring a guest. But I think there’s enough to feed two mouths. If not, I can always bake more.”

Bucky shakes his head, grinning boyishly at you as his flesh hand reaches for one of the chocolate chip cookies. “This is more than enough, Y/N, thank you so much.”

You spent the rest of the day talking to the two super soldiers, enjoying the fruits of your labour with their stomachs filled to the brim and crumbs everywhere in your kitchen.

“So what do you do for a living?,” Bucky inquires before taking another forkful of his plum pie with dark chocolate topping.

Putting down your cherry and cream muffin, you take a napkin and dap the corners of your mouth clean. “I’m actually a vet. I work at the pet shelter and help out at the pet store on the regular. I used to have a dog, Sam. Well, actually she was Jared’s dog, a black Labrador. She died after our first year of marriage.”

The table grows silent, Bucky’s heart aching for Y/N as he envisions how much it would hurt if his own service dog died. “Steve’s been thinking about adopting a dog,” Bucky blurts out all of a sudden, taking Steve by surprise.

Sure, he’d been thinking about getting a service dog just like Bucky. But then again, he didn’t think he’d have the time to take care of the little fella if he did get one. For now, it’s been a constant game of pro and cons in his mind. His heart, however, tells him to just do it and adopt.

Your eyes light up at Bucky’s comment. “You can come to the shelter with me some day, if you want to?”

Bucky nudges Steve’s side, giving him an encouraging sideway glance. “Y-y-yeah,” Steve stammers softly, “That would be great.”

“I don’t mind walking around town a little while you guys go to the shelter,” Bucky announces a little too quickly and too eager for Steve’s taste. He’s trying to play matchmaker, a role solely reserved for Nat. But Bucky wouldn’t be Bucky if he didn’t at least attempt to be a good Cupid.

The shelter appears to be a lot smaller on the outside than it is on the inside, providing enough space for the pets to roam freely. The owner, Jensen, greets you with a big, toothy smile and gives Steve a firm handshake, patting his arm as he remains completely oblivious as to who he actually has in front of him. Maybe it’s for the best, you reason.

“Steve’s interesting in adopting a dog,” you pitch the idea to Jensen, your shoulder brushing briefly with Steve’s as you both try to follow after Jensen. He apologises immediately, as do you, and like a true gentleman he allows you go to first.

“Awesome! I also just had an elderly lady in that was interested in adopting three cats!,” he boasts while he guides you around the desk and out back where the dogs out. “She’ll come back on Saturday. I won’t be in on Saturday, gotta keep the wife happy and take her and my little girl to big city for some shopping. But you’ll be here, so the shelter will be in very capable hands.”

At the moment, there are fifteen dogs at the shelter. Steve’s interest is instantly captured by one of the smaller dogs. “Hey there buddy,” he coos at the little pup, scratching behind its ear. “I like this one,” he smiles up at you with matching puppy dog eyes. He’s already head over heels for the little golden retriever.

“Ah yeah… that one’s name is Scout. One of six puppies that came in about a month ago. The owner couldn’t take care of six pups and asked me if I could take on four of them. Scout here is the smallest and we believe he won’t grow up to be a very big dog. But don’t be fooled by his size, this fella’s got a really big heart.”

You could sense by the way Steve interacted with Scout that it was a match made in heaven, so it didn’t take the blond long to decide he wanted to adopt the little pup. After making sure the papers were all signed and in order, Steve and Scout were now a fact. Bucky was overjoyed when he saw Steve approach with Scout asleep in his arms. You wanted to invited them for dinner, but Bucky and Steve kindly turned down your offer as they still had a long drive back to New York.

“I promise to take good care of Scout.”

“I’ll hold you to that promise, Cap,” you hum warmly as you hug the two Avengers goodbye.

“And I’ll call you, too. I have your number now,” Steve winks and prompts a heavy red blush to tint your cheeks. He pecks your cheek one last time before disappearing into the car and Bucky insisted joining him on the driver’s side since Steve had already driven all the way out here.

With Steve and Bucky gone again, you had nothing left to wrap your mind around anymore. You fill your days with the same activities and the same thoughts as you have done before the blond arrived. He calls you every now and then, and even lets Scout take over his cell phone. But it just isn’t the same anymore. Your friendship with Steve, if you can call it a friendship at all, is solely based on your resemblance with Naomi, Steve’s chorus girl. There’s no way a man like Steve would ever be friends with a woman like you if it wasn’t for that particular reason.

So when Steve invites you to spend a few days with Bucky and him in New York, you feign illness and tell them you’ve been taking ill by the flu. When a second request arrives, another excuse is made up. Until Steve offers it a third time and comes to get you in person.

He doesn’t expect to find the house in a complete state of utter disaster, your door ajar and your walls clad with red spray paint. There are words scribbled on the front of your house, such as ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, and once he walks inside he sees the true damage that has been done. Your house is no longer a house, it’s a wreck, overtaken by the work of vandals.

You’re huddled in the corner of your bedroom and when you hear footsteps approaching, you crawl in your closet, afraid the men who did this have come back to hurt you even more. You’re wearing your pyjamas, or what’s left of it, and are extremely cold since all your windows have been shattered and the icy winter wind has full access to your chilly bones.

Steve crouches down next to you, embracing you in his strong, warm arms in an attempt to get your temperature up. He asks you what happened, but you refuse to reply. He asks you if you want to see a doctor, but you shake your head no. So he’s left with no choice and hoists you up in his arms to take you the shelter where he knows Jensen will be able to help you out.

The first thing that comes to Jensen’s mind is “not again”. Steve gives him a puzzled and baffled look, which he answers with a regretful smile. You’ve passed out on the couch in Jensen’s private quarters at the back of the shelter, giving the doctor time to assess your injuries.

“She’s fine. They tore her clothes apart just to scare her, but her injuries show no signs of a sexual assault. Well, we won’t know for sure until she’s ready to tell us what happened, but they didn’t rape her last time, so I don’t think…”

“Wait, this has occurred before?,” Steve interjects, smoothing over your hair.

“They’re trying to bully her away. Some guys from the edge of town who heard about her history with Tom.” Jensen runs a hand down his face and groans. “They never entered her house in the past, they’d only mess with her garden or the outer skeleton of the house. But things have… escalated since people spotted you at her place.”

“So this is all my fault,” Steve concludes from Jensen’s words, cradling your body against his as he notices the goose bumps rising on your skin.

“Hey, man,” Jensen rests his hand on Steve shoulder as a sign of comfort, “That’s not true. Those kind of people… they don’t need much to start a riot. Y/N has been keeping to herself since Jared died. Once in a while a friend would pay her a visit. Sometimes this friend would be a guy. And they know he’s just a friend, but that doesn’t stop them.”

Steve gets the bigger picture and is even more adamant than before to get you out of this town and give you the life you deserve. He keeps watch by your side for the rest of the afternoon, until you wake up in the middle of the night crying out his name and he has to console you until the early morning light sets in.

“There were three of them. Again the same guys. They broke into my house, expecting me to be still at work. But I wasn’t feeling very well so I took half the day off. I walked in on them and they just…” You bite your quivering lip, crossing your arms over your chest. “They just lost it. They attacked me on the street once before and just bruised my face, cut my hand, tripped me on the sidewalk… Yet this time, they made sure to beat me up real good.”

“Please, Y/N,” the captain pleads with you, “This has to stop. Come to New York with me.”

He can see you’re in doubt, the memory of your late husband fighting to stay in this little, wretched town where it all began. But there a part of you that’s crawling its way out of the deepest, darkest depths of your disgrace in an attempt to find the light again. And it’s Steve that awakens that part in you the most. Whenever he’s around, you don’t feel the pain or the heartache as much anymore. It’s like he’s a catalyst of better times ahead. It’s like he’s your antidote to the sorrow threatening to swallow you whole.

So you agree to come with him to New York.

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cyjprojectarchive · 7 years

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choi youngjae fic fest ‘17!

[Youngjae voice] Hello everyone!

I am here to present a project to celebrate the 22nd birthday of the main vocalist of our generation [winks excessively], Choi Youngjae! I think it’s safe to call myself a GOT7 fic writer by now, and with that I decided what better way to bring the GOT7 fandom, specifically lovers of Youngjae heh, together by creating a Youngjae Fic Fest.

Of course, you don’t have to exclusively be a fan of just GOT7. If you love Youngjae and are interested in writing, then go ahead! The more the merrier. ^^

One thing to note: I am organizing two fests! One on tumblr which would be the Youngjae x reader insert fics, and the other on Ao3 (archiveofourown) where all the Youngjae x GOT7 members will be posted.

Same rules apply to both to avoid any confusion! Some writers only write one or the other, and I wanted everyone to have a chance to join in!

So without further ado, here are some general rules to follow:

READER INSERT FICS: A. Minimum word count: 500. There will be no maximum word count because I, myself, like to write really long fics, so go ham if you want to! If you work does exceed 500 words, it must be put under “Read More” to avoid really long scrolling on the dashboard. B. It can be any genre you’d like for as long as you include some type of warning if it’s going to be NSFW or just any potential triggers that may harm anyone reading your fic/s. C. The posting date is on September 17, 2017. Now I know a lot of us are going to be in different time zones, and there is no guarantee that everyone can post their work on a fixed time, so you can publish your fic on tumblr in different ways i.e:

1) The week leading up to Youngjae’s birthday, September 17. Some writers might want to create more than one fic, so they can try posting one fic per day until his actual birthday comes up!

1.1) If you’re only making one, and you’re not sure that you will be able to post it on his birthday exactly, you can post it on any days of the week prior to his birthday. (Specifically, that’ll be within September 11-17).

2) You can try to match his time zone (in South Korea)! For example, I have PST, so when it’s 12 AM in South Korea, I will post my fic at 8 AM. Of course, this may sound extra heheheh, but it also seems really cute and special!

3) Or you know, you can just post it whenever it’s September 17 in your time zone. As long as all the fics have been posted by September 18 (some difficulties might arise, so I’m making this an exception. And this will be measured in PST), we’re all good!

D. I think it’s a given that it should be Youngjae x Reader. Buuuut, just to be sure. :^)

E. Last but not the least, please tag your fic with ‘cyjficfest2017′ in the first five tags in order for me to see them and reblog them! We want every entry shown and given the much deserved appreciation it needs! :)

YOUNGJAE x GOT7 MEMBER FICS: Rules A and B apply here as well, but the posting date is an exception.

You need to have an AO3 account in order to post your work on there. If you have finished your work earlier than the due date, that’s okay! When publishing your work, go to ‘Collection’ and type out ‘CYJFicFest2017′ and the collection name will pop up. Once you click that, and you post your work, you will see that it hasn’t actually been posted yet because it has been sent to the collection, and I will be revealing all the fics submitted on the same date, that is 17 September 2017 at 8 AM PST.

Here is the link to the collection. Same rules will be posted on there so you can always return to the page if you need any clarifications instead of going back to this tumblr post.

PROMPTS: I have compiled a list of prompts from several people and I want to thank them for their great contribution! Without their help, this fic fest wouldn’t have surfaced at all, so just a quick shout out to: Ana, Aubry, Fawn, Maram, Aliza, Kai, and Ash for giving me their much needed inputs! ^^,

There are 22 main prompts. The reason being for the specific number is because that will be Youngjae’s age in Korea on his birthday this year! Having said that, I have received more than 22 prompts and I couldn’t possibly let some of them go. Eventually, I decided to make subcategories that fit the main ones that could help you, as a writer, polish the plot of your story even more!

Notes:

1.) You can use more than one prompt in one fic 2.) Your fic does not have to have a “birthday theme.” Ideally, that’d be great but we don’t want that much of a similarity with the fics submitted, so go crazy with your imagination! 3.) You don’t have to include all of the subcategories in your fic. For example, you had a totally different vision in mind when you think about “Han River,” so feel free to take your fic wherever you want it to go. 4.) If you feel as if any of the prompts do not work for you, send me a message and we can figure something out! :) 5.) These prompts will be used for the reader insert fics and the x member fics!

1. Birthday—parties, drinking, cake, candles, balloons, secret, piñatas 2. Puppies—Coco 3. New York—traveling, exploring 4. Food—Chipotle, chicken feet, cucumbers, mandarin oranges, cotton candy, ice cream 5. Singing—Karaoke, ARS, ballad, piano 6. Radio DJ 7. Modeling 8. Mokpo—home, parents, siblings 9. Christmas—winter, presents, fluffy blankets, fuzzy socks, coffee 10. Sunshine—“Just smile, I really need your smile right now.” / clear days. Waking up at noon 11. Zoo—otters 12. Han River—picnic, stargazing, clouds 13. Sleepyhead—rain, teddy bear, sharing headphones, waking up at noon 14. Amusement park—rollerblading, carousel, sore bums, the feeling on top a Ferris wheels 15. Gaming—avatar, Overwatch 16. Honey 17. Angel—wings, feathers, halos 18. Beach—ankle high waves 19. Laughter—cheeks, silly faces 20. Gold—shiny, glowing 21. Accessories—hats, piercings, rings 22. Hoodies—oversized sweaters

If there are any other questions, concerns or clarifications, please don’t hesistate to send me a message! Thank you to everyone who will show interest, and I wish you all the best. Happy writing~! ^^

PS. Banner made by a really good friend of mine. Check her tumblr out. Thank you, again! ^o^/

#got7 #choi youngjae #got7 imagines #choi youngjae imagines #got7 scenarios #choi youngjae scenarios #im jaebum imagines #park jinyoung imagines #mark tuan imagines #jackson wang imagines #kim yugyeom imagines #bambam imagines #cyjficfest2017 #emchats

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thegingerwrites · 5 years

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My Year In Writing 2018

I’ve been meaning to do this since December, but only now do I have enough time to actually look back at all of the fic I wrote last year (I guess we’re halfway through the year, it’s an appropriate enough time to look back). I took this format from @saltandlimes back in 2018 who used a version of the meme is from @alaeaureae. I’m taking into account everything I’ve posted online, so everything on my ao3 and ficlets on here.

Total Word Count: 102,753

Total fics written: 16

Fandoms written in: Star Wars, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Supergirl, Killing Eve, and Voltron

Chronological list (by date completed):

January:

Look But Don’t Touch, 4k, M, SuperCorp, Pining, Masturbation

March:

Light On The Horizon, 56k, Complete, M, Reysma, Canon divergence

Baby Mama Ficlet, 1k, G, Reysma, Modern AU

As A Hello Kiss Prompt, -1k, G, Reysma, Coffeeshop AU

April:

Chocolate Chip Kiss Prompt, 1k, G, Reysma, Modern AU

A One Time Thing, 4k, E, Reysma, Canon divergence, Vibrator

Dreams Ficlet, 0.5k, G, Kylux, Canonverse

May:

Ultralife, 3k, G, Loki-centric, post-Infinity War fix-it

June:

Don’t Be A Stranger, 8k, G, Villaneve, Killing Eve, Post Season/Series 1 Finale

So Much More Than This, 4.5k, G, Lotura, Allura-centric Season 6 Angst

September:

The Boys Are Back, 20k, WIP, Clone Lotor fic, Eventual Lotura

Behind Glass, 6k, kylux, Ex Machina AU

December:

Be Gentle, 2.5k, E, SuperCorp,

Opera d’arte, 5.5k, E, villaneve, one-shot at the opera

Domestication, 5.5k, E, villaneve, weight-gain, post season/series 1

Heart of Gold, 25k, kylux, skating au

Did you write more fic this year than you thought you would, less, or about what you’d predicted?

I think I wrote way more than I expected to and for more fandoms than I expected. I think that’s mostly how a managed to reach my word count goal was writing a 5k fic here and a 2k fic there for fandoms I dipped my toes in.

What’s your own favorite story of this year?

Light On The Horizon was the first long fic that I finished and really enjoyed so it will always have a place in my heart. I think The Boys Are Back was probably my favorite fic idea because I love Lotor’s character and I have so much fun writing five different Lotors. But honestly, I have a lot of love for most of these because they spend a fun few weeks (or months) in my head before I set them loose on the internet.

More thoughts below the cut:

Did you take any writing risks this year?

Definitely! I was extremely nervous to post Domestication because chubby kink and weight gain was something that I had never written or posted before. I wasn’t sure how it would be received. Even though I’ve been with Killing Eve since the beginning, I’ve had trouble really getting into the fandom. My first fandom here on tumblr was kylux and they were open to all kinds of stuff, but I wasn’t sure if this new fandom would be as accepting. I think it turned out alright though!

Do you have any fanfic goals for this year?

Not really? After finally hitting my word count goal of 100k last year (and writing over 100k of original stuff in addition) I’m taking a break, trying to work more on writing an original novel and just writing whatever seems like fun to me.

What was…

My best story of this year:

I’m not sure! I think it's possible to see how much my writing has grown throughout the year, each fic highlights a different aspect of my writing so that, by now in 2019, I think I’ve gotten even better. If I had to pick one, I think I might pick Heart of Gold, its the one that feels most like a novel to me. While it's a Yuri!!! On Ice au, its also based a lot on my own experience, so I think its really grounded in a way that some of my other fics are not? I also spent a very long time on it (and it's still not technically finished) but it has a special place in my heart.

My most popular story of this year:

Look But Don’t Touch was my most popular fic based on kudos coming in with 198 kudos. Light On The Horizon had the most hits and a decent amount of kudos. Those stats might mean even more to me because to me that says that people really did stick around to read every new chapter.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe (in my opinion):

If I’m totally honest, I think The Boys Are Back is criminally underappreciated. I love that fic so much and have so much fun writing it but literally no one has read it or come to yell at me about how great Lotor is. I did have trouble tagging that fic though, because I wasn’t quite sure how far I wanted to take the premise so I get that it might not have been everyone’s cup of tea.

Most fun story to write:

The Boys Are Back because most of my fics are usually a bit more angsty. This one had a really fun premise.

Hardest story to write:

Probably The Light On The Horizon just because of the perseverance necessary to finish that fic exactly the way I meant to and within a reasonable timeframe. Other than that, I don’t know if I would say that the rest of my fics were especially hard to write. Most of them are one-shots, usually some kind of character study.

Biggest disappointment:

I don’t think I was really disappointed by any of the fics I wrote in 2018. If they did poorly it was mostly because I wrote gen fics and when fics aren’t about a popular ship they don’t really get many hits. But that’s okay, I felt like they needed to be written so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Biggest surprise:

I was so pleasantly surprised by the reaction to Domestication. I was nervous about writing chubby Villanelle and about weight gain, and a part of me was worried that I would get hate or something if I posted it, but it was received with genuine love and appreciation and I’m so glad it's out there now.

Favorite opening lines:

“The scent of ozone fills the air and Haggar takes it in with deep, labored breaths. The crackle of electricity and magic has ended with her efforts, but the room’s silence seems weighted with potential, poised to begin again.

Her chest aches as she steps forward to the body of her son. The bodies of her son, but just the one in the center really matters now.

She has to marvel at the perfection of the clones. The perfect image of her son lies before her, though she has never seen him look so at peace. Haggar wonders if that will change this time around, with this second chance she has seized for herself. Perhaps this time he might even look at her with kindness in his eyes. Perhaps he will call her ‘mother’ instead of ‘witch’.”

-from The Boys Are Back

Favorite closing lines:

“Her life didn’t have to be boring. It didn’t have to be ordinary. She could spend her whole life trying to understand all of Villanelle’s idiosyncrasies and at this point, that was what Eve wanted to do more than anything. They had already developed a partnership over weeks of living together and last night they made it official without saying a word.

Perhaps what they had was temporary. Perhaps it was strong enough to weather the differences between them. The future promised to be exciting and Eve knew that somewhere in it, lay more of this to come.”

-from Domestication

#my fic #year in review #my writing #i can't believe i've waited this long

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fleetofshippyships-archive · 5 years

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Fanfic Author Meme

Tagged by @diligent-thunder and @rockmarina =)

Okay, so I’m me, and I talked way too much, so I’m putting this under a cut to save your dashes. You’re welcome 😘

Please do not reblog this post.

Author Name:

Fleetofshippyships + Knowyourincantations + Legendaryroar

Fandoms You Write For:

(in order of decreasing # of fics) Harry Potter, Voltron, Merlin, Yuri on Ice, Star Trek, Star Wars and then a few one-offs that aren’t really worth mentioning.

Where You Post:

AO3 primarily, Tumblr, trying to post more on Pillowfort, I also post on a couple of sites for knowyourincantations