#Harriet of the Crimson Shade

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hey Ellory! For FSF: Draco/fem!Harry maybe?

Hi Pages! 😊

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Lady Harriet Potter saunters over to the Slytherin table, mischief bright in her heart, and casually drapes herself all over Heir Draco Malfoy. She nuzzles her cheek against his, biting back hysterical laughter as he flushes a brilliant shade of pink; the pointy-faced prat is never more handsome than when he's flustered.

"P-Potter, what are you doing?!" Draco squeak-stutters.

She smiles at him and removes a gold and ruby hair comb from her pocket, deftly sliding it into his blond hair with a smirk worthy of a Slytherin as she says, "Offering you the traditional first courtship gift of a Potter, Malfoy; will you accept?"

As Draco wordlessly splutters, turning almost Potter-Crimson in the process, Heir Theodore Nott snorts and drawls, "Oh, he accepts all right."

[help-an-alter]

hello! I'm in need of a bit of identity help and from your previous posts you seem like the perfect option ^^

I'm an endfolk(aka enderman) with a love for botany, cartography, and general environmental study. I was never given a name or identity due to not being able to telepathically communicate with the others in my haunting.

something in remembrance to my home in the warped forest/mushrooms/the void/shadows sounds nice for both. thank you for you help!

[???], sem' system

heyyy anon! i hope i did your vibes justice :)

names: noctia, hazel, ivy, aspen, olive, sage, maple, briar, acacia, acacius, acer, adair, alemo, aletris, ambrosia, anara, harriet, belladonna, leif, bonsai, branch, brair, calla, coriander, elm, fig, flor, grover, hana, herb, lark, larkspur, mahogany, marlow(e), raizel, salix, senna, sycamore, tansy, meadow, glow, portal, magma, vine, nylium, crimson, shroom/mushroom, twisty, sprout, root, fungi, stride, abyss, twila, nebulon, ombra, ink(y), october, nox, noche, coal, nero/nera, rua, zero, ebony, dahlia, hadar, kage, morgana, morrigan, rhea, sable, sal, sombra

pronouns: shad/shadow/shadowself, warp/warped/warpedself, lava/lavas/lavaself, som/sombra/sombraself, vir/virid/viridself (from viridiplantae), pol/pol/pollenself, nec/nect/nectarself, bloom/blooms/bloomself, map/maps/mapself, ink/inky/inkyself, ink/inks/inkself, gra/graph/graphself, voi/void/voidself, abyss/abyss/abysself, an/lyze/analyzeself, clair/voyance/ clairvoyanceself, shade/shadows/shadowself, umbra/umbras/umbraself, dim/dims/dimself, pitch/pitches/pitchself, blight/blights/blightself, abstra/abstras/abstractself, for/fores/forestself, end/ends/endself, tele/port/teleportself, pearl/pearls/pearlself, eye/eyes/eyeself

comforts: collecting and taking care of numerous flora, read some plant books (the secret life of trees, gathering moss and from seed to seed are recommended online!), learning the basic plant diversity in your area, trying out geocaching, maybe you could map out your area or the innerworld if you have one, painting flora you see or enjoy

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Blanket and hug

A hug

Honestly I wrote like A LOT of hugs considering how un-touchy-feely the Isle kids are?? So, I'm sharing two, because I can't choose just one.

Ginny Gothel and Anthony Tremaine

„Ginny?“

She looks up at him, and abruptly stands up. Her world goes white again, and she tastes metal for just a heartbeat,

„Sunflower, what’s wrong?“

In another heartbeat, he’s hugging her tight, which is probably a good thing. For closely unspecified reasons.

She clings to his shoulders, tightly enough for her nails to hurt him even through all the layers he is wearing, and breathes in through clenched teeth. Then again. And again.

If she’d have to guess, she’d say that the world has returned to its miserable true colours by now, but, you see, checking would require her to lift her head from his shoulder.

Which would be a shame.

She breathes in again and loosens her grip on him.

„What’s wrong?“ he asks again, as if the answer wasn’t „Every-fucking-thing,“ or, alternatively, „Existence.“

Instead, she leans away a bit, his hands moving to her hips, and slowly answers: „I have such soft hair, Anthony–“

He smiles: „I know. I did your hair just this morning, remember?“

As if that was relevant just now.

She swats at his shoulder lightly – don’t interrupt me!

He presses his lips together in an exasperated expression, holding it only long enough for her to notice. Which is, of course, why she pretends she didn’t see.

„As I was saying,“ she starts again, „I have such soft hair,“ („Thanks to me.“), „And no one is playing with it!“

„Oh?“ he flashes a half-smirk at her and runs his fingers along her scalp, „That better, then?“

„Much.“

Harry and CJ Hook

On completely unrelated note, Remedial Goodness fucking SUCKS.

FG likes to pretend the world is black and white, good and evil, light and dark: CJ prefers to think of it as a place of countless shades of gray, swaying back and forth like wild waves on stormy sea, preferably illuminated by hellish crimson flames.

You know, red. Like her cloak.

Anyway.

Speaking of red.

There is another rather tall and rather familiar figure clad in red in between the trees and it’s rapidly getting closer.

„Harry!“ she shouts at the top of her lungs, „Harry is here! Do you see him, Freddie?“

She frantically looks at the Shadow witch to confirm she isn’t hallucinating.

(In her defence, it wouldn’t be the first party that had laced brownies. Well, it would be the first Auradon party, probably. These kids have no idea how to have fun.)

(...Ok, CJ’s taking that back. She definitely saw Chloe Trouillefou and Hailey of DunBroch high at least one time. They had pupils of the size of platters. On the other hand, FG was giving a two hour long course on internet safety, so CJ can’t blame them.)

„Yes. Harry. I see him,“ sights Freddie. Wonderful!

„Also Uma, Gil and Jane. I thought she fell asleep with everyone else.“

Freddie also grumbles something about where her sister, who was supposed to arrive from the Isle today with Dizzy Tremaine and the Smee twins, is, and that she has no idea how the pirates got here and yada yada yada, CJ’s already running to greet her brother.

She hasn’t seen him in ages!

Like, forever!

Not that she missed him. Or Harriet. Absolutely not.

She definitely doesn’t almost crush his ribs when he hugs him, perish that thought! Pirates do not miss anybody!

She squeals when he picks her up and twirls her around in the air.

When he puts her down, she pretends to straighten her skirt and puffs her cheeks, to show how annoyed she is at that treatment.

„You ungrateful little scallywag-“ whispers Harry without any real bite and she grins at him, before turning around and greeting everyone else:

„Hi Jane! Happy birthday! I saved you some, uhm,“ she looks around to check what foods are left, „…Cake pops? And the pumpkin muffins! You like those, right?“

CJ brightens up and waves at Gil: „Gil! You should absolutely try the cake pops! They’re awesome and fresh and sweet! And not poisoned!“

She hopes.

Gil gets a go-ahead from his Captain and CJ finally faces the Sea witch:

„Hi, Uma! Are you and Harry married yet?“

„CJ. There is more important stuff going on right now!“

„…So? Are you?“

A Blanket (share a scene where a character feels safe and loved)

Probably this whole story:

Does CJ feel safe here? Yes. And she will be a bitch about it.

Also, like, every single scene of CJ interacting with her siblings.

[helena-and-helena-meta]

Love and Bad Luck

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I wrote this at 12AM, please don't mind the mistakes! :3

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Qrow’s semblance has always been something he hated. In his own eyes, he was a bad luck charm. Whenever his emotions get the best of him, whether that be happiness, anger, or anything else, his Semblance activates and causes Qrow and everyone around him to suffer from the problems it causes.

Qrow sighed in annoyance as the glass he held slipped from his grip and shattered, small things like these kept happening, earlier it had caused Ruby’s Crescent Rose to jam while she was training and Harriet suddenly tripped and sprained her ankle while using her Semblance. In Qrow’s mind, it was all his fault, and at times like these, he would take a long swig from his old flask, but he crouched down to clean the shards of the glass he dropped.

“Son of a-” Qrow curses as a piece of glass suddenly slices his finger, his blood being another thing he had to clean. As Qrow stood to grab a towel before he could grab it, Qrow lost his footing, but before he could hit the floor, someone caught him.

Qrow opened his eyes and looked up to see James. The general sighed as he helped Qrow to his feet.

“You could’ve asked me to help, Qrow,” Ironwood spoke as he grabbed the towel, handing Qrow a bandaid for his sliced finger. “Jimmy-” Qrow attempted to protest as the general cleaned the glass, spilled tea, and blood. Qrow sighed as he bandaged his finger and went to sit down on the couch.

“So… How long have you been here?” Qrow asked, looking down at his injured hand. “I walked in right as you cut your finger,” James spoke as he finished cleaning the glass. When he was done, James sat by Qrow on the couch. James went to reach for Qrow’s hand, but Qrow stopped him, a flash of frustration gracing his features. “I wouldn’t touch me. My Semblance has been giving everyone problems. I don’t want you to deal with them either.” Qrow spoke, gritting his teeth.

Instead of heading to Qrow’s warning, James carefully grasped Qrow’s injured hand and traced his knuckles, softly sighing as he saw Qrow’s frustration with himself. “I don’t care if I get bad luck by being around you. I still want to make sure you’re okay,” James whispered, almost as if he feared breaking Qrow.

Qrow watched as James carefully looked over his cut, he sighs in mock annoyance, “I’m not a damn baby, y’know, you don’t have to check over every cut and bruise I get.” James looked to Qrow, their eyes meeting. Qrow couldn’t help but get lost in the general’s beautiful blue eyes. Not even the prettiest of sapphires could beat them. “What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t?” James asked. When he finished checking over Qrow’s cut, he still gently held the hunter’s hand.

Qrow’s breath catches in his throat as James softly kisses his knuckles, his cheeks turning a soft shade of crimson. Qrow clears his throat, but he can’t find his words.

“Your Semblance may bring bad luck,” He speaks. James looks into Qrow’s red eyes. The deep shade of them could make any ruby jealous in the general’s eyes. “But I feel lucky when I see you.” He finishes, James softly caresses Qrow’s cheek as he smiles at his precious bird. “Love isn’t enough to express what I feel for you,” James speaks as he leans close. Qrow smiles as he attempts to kiss James, only to fall off the couch.

“BROTHERS DAMNIT!”

[late-to-the-fandom]

Last Line Tag

Thank you for the tag @indigocastor!

Tagging: @shipping-through-eternity @mousterian-writes @mysdrym @scourge-lover @diaryofomellas @autumnalwalker @tananaphone @elizaellwrites

"No, Renathal," said Harriet, pronouncing his name like it soured her lips (whose signature garish stain had earned her the nickname, "The Crimson Shade").

[ao3feed-todoroki]

Hellsworn

hellsworn by Grand Phoenix

There's a new soul in Sinfall.

(Or, the Accuser introduces herself to the man whose flame shines brighter than that of the former prince of Quel'Thalas: Todoroki Touya, Enji's firstborn son and greatest failure.)

[Shadowlands era, post-Nathria; post-War Arc What-If]

Words: 5578, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), World of Warcraft

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, The Accuser | Harriet of the Crimson Shade, Draven (Warcraft), Renathal (Warcraft)

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya & The Accuser | Harriet of the Crimson Shade

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Being An Asshole, Mentioned Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Afterlife, Denial, Character Death, minor Kael'thas cameo, would've put him as a character tag, but he's too busy going 'dude WTF is wrong with you' at Dabi in silence to count as one, Mental Health Issues, Traumatized Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45321514

[artistgem]

What did Renathal do? Wrong answers only.

[dewdrop-hk]

Friends!

My creative well has been pretty dry recently so I made this bit. It’s a bunch of hollow knight ocs I love the most. Hopefully this sparks my will to draw again.

Aria: @feedthechild

Amber Hal: @hk-charas

Heart: @heart-the-vessel

Crimson and Harriet: @cardinailed0

Dewdrop and little shade: (me)

[autumn-oceanopromises]

2/14 [1]

once upon a time i wrote a series of short stories, Called 14 reasons I love you and it was just pairing after pairing, so I thought, let’s do that again today. you like the worlds I’ve built, so these are 14 universes that i have written, and the people within:

--- 1. Tales of Taelwyn

“It’s been a long day,” I say, as I crest the top of the hill. Below us the herds of cattle with pearl-gems in their foreheads crush the clay into stone below, the late afternoon sunlight throwing up crimson patterns in the swirling dust below.

You look at me, shading your eyes from the sun, and give me a smile.

I’ve loved you for years now, it seems like: ever since our travels across the world and worlds, I’ve just learned to love you more and more. We are adventurers proper, you and I - five years now since you took up the bow and I the sword. Our close friends trudge up behind us; Clark with his staff and Harriet with her propeller-chakrams. Clark, ever calm, is wheezing for breath slightly, so I turn and smack him across the back of the head.

He smacks me in the side in return, and I start roughhousing with him as you sigh. Harriet walks up to look down at the drop below.

You are beautiful, Rachelle: strawberry-blonde hair, long, with arms muscled and lean. I am unashamed of staring at you until you fidget and smack me, and indeed I do it a few times just for that reaction.

“...And it’s even longer when you make it longer,” you mutter, and turn to look out on the vistas below.

On the horizon is our latest home; Clark and I carved it out of the mountains ourselves, using only water and earth - water to cut and earth to shape. Harriet and you made the furniture, air to smooth and fire to varnish, and we have sat and eaten - vegetables and grains from the roof garden, meat from the cattle below. Soon there may be a trade, or we may travel from world to world - I feel like seaweed and seafood, so perhaps we return to the endless ocean worlds tomorrow?

Righting wrongs, killing demons; I don’t need artifacts and magic items, I only need more time and adventure with you, exploring to see beautiful sights, memories to make together.

There are many reasons I love you, and the fire that licks at the head of your arrows is only one of them: your internal fire and drive is another. I can only wish that I can support you up and buoy you, with all the ocean and water below.

“Let’s get home sooner,” Harriet says, looking at the far-distant sun. Already, it is sinking below the horizon, while the gems below on bovine foreheads begin to flicker in anticipation of the night.

She leaps, all at once, off the cliff, the chakrams on her wrists swelling in size and spinning, until she generates wind currents of her own that bear her into the sky.

Clark sighs. “I swear, sometimes she doesn’t appreciate a good view -”, then throws his staff off the cliff, taking a running jump to ride on top of it, plants growing all at once to hold his feet to the staff.

You look at me. “I could sleep,” you admit, yawning. You take a running start, and leap off the cliff’s edge, transmuting into a phoenix of fire, your wings beating as you fly towards the horizon, and home.

I look down at the world below, the swirling red sands, the lines of cattle. Already at home there are a hundred carcasses, meat of every kind, and Clark is meticulously tending to the herb garden. If we need ice, no doubt Clark will make me do so - but I want my bed too, and you, and I want days where we don’t have to do anything, just spending time with the people we love.

I draw my sword - and then the other one too, and I take a running leap off the edge of the cliff. White energy cascades from edge to tip, becoming light so bright it would blind, and with that, I feel the wind rush through my hair and beat at my face.

All at once, as I look upwards, watching you fly, fire spouting from every wingbeat, brilliant and incandescent, I feel weightless, as though all the years have passed and come to one singular point, and I want it to never end. I want love from you and love and love and love, and happy, free days to forever last, eating good food, sleeping long hours, just being with you.

I hope to be with you forever, my love.

[mysdrymmumbles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Accuser | Harriet of the Crimson Shade/The Curator | The Harvester of Avarice Characters: The Accuser | Harriet of the Crimson Shade, The Curator | The Harvester of Avarice Additional Tags: Fluff Summary:

As the Accuser comes to terms with her life as a venthyr, she finds herself drawing the attention of the Harvester of Avarice at the different soirees and get togethers held in Revendreth.

[thearcanachronicles]

Happy Anniversary!

It had turned dark already, having departed from Seattle for almost four hours, the car filled with silence while April stared at the naked trees from the forest passing fast against the window. The almost full moon shining near the horizon drowned the view into a magical silver light, filling her heart with comfort. The last time they took that road, they were into a much more rushed and unexpected situation, both having started the day with other partners, her to be married and he dating an unsuspecting intern.

A small smile crept over her lips while she reminisced the memories of the best day of her life, slowly turning on her seat to look at the man driving. For a second, her hazel eyes met his green ones. April was aware that he had been staring at her from time to time, distracted from the path in front of them, probably wondering why she was acting unusually quiet.

"I thought you would be more excited with the prospect of this trip…" He arched his eyebrows while facing forward again, this time keeping his eyes on the road. Even though he was trying to not express concert through his words, the redhead could see the apprehension deep in his orbs.

"What makes you think I am not?" Her smile grew, crossing her heels, now full body facing him.

The man shrugged while tightening his fingers from his right hand around her left ones. Since they stepped into the car and Jackson turned it on, they had never stopped holding hands or touching in a way or another. Quick kisses had been stolen, hands creeping up the other's tight or face, all caress slowly delivered, filled with devotion towards one another.

"I can feel your heartbeat… It's quiet…You're quiet… Just not the usual when only the two of us are involved…" He smirked, turning to her again while she faced the other side, trying to hide her crimson cheeks. April was well aware at how Jackson' single presence affected her body. Sometimes merely hearing his words inside a near room or on the phone did the job, but being reminded that he had too perceived this along the years and held it against her every chance he could was too much, especially when they were alone and so close. "Ah, here it is…"

Her eyes rolled while closing them, chest and face hotter with her growing embarrassment. The redhead untangled their hands, hitting his chest with hers. He scoffed, pretending to be hurt, but the full laugh that followed it only made April angrier at her body for so easily cheating her mind.

"Stop. Laughing." She finally turned at him again, now hitting his right arm and shoulder, hands fast while Jackson tried to hold them both and keep driving at the same time. When he finally managed, locking them under his arm and consequently pulling April near, in order to silence her complains he dove in a swift motion and sealed her lips with his.

The woman resisted for a second, but before she could release herself, Jackson rose his right hand to her nape, interlacing his fingers with her red curls, freeing her arms but keeping her at place, his tongue slowing crossing her low lip before entering her mouth and touching hers, swallowing one of April's moans. When he felt her starting to reciprocate, he stopped touching her entirely, both hands at the steering wheel, focusing on driving, a smirk at his face.

"Jeez, so much for complaining." He relaxed on his seat while April kept staring at him, confused and frustrated, mouth still slightly open. "But I didn't know you had changed your mind about keeping the BDSM limited to our room…"

"Just…" She raised her hand, motioning him to stop, facing forward too, lower lip between teeth while trying to contain her smile. She hated how he could get her going so easily.

"And usually I'm the one doing the spanking..."

"Can you shut up, please?" She was now fully smiling, unconsciously turning to hit him again, except this time he was quick and held her hand, kissing the back of it before resting it between them.

"See? If I only knew beforehand what I was getting into…"

"Well… You can always fill for divorce papers…" It was her time of rising eyebrows, still smiling, but a challenging look in her eyes. It had cost them time to be comfortable enough with their past to crack jokes about it, but they had reached it. Now their view over Jordan and the divorce was of a break needed from their relationship in order to recognize the other. Losing Samuel had forced them on learning again how to survive, and only after their pain over it and what they caused upon each other had healed they could finally reconnect. After the incident in Montana, they talked a lot, not to rebuilt their previously relationship, but to cement their new one. One between people who had gone through terrible tragedies, discovering that no matter what faced them, in the end, they would always need one another. Their love was so huge that even after changing so much in the course of a decade, they still recognized the other as each other's person. They would always fit, like the perfect puzzle.

"To my mother declare us insane and run away to Boston with Harriet? Nah, I think I'm staying with locking us both somewhere till I ease you into my way... Might get some marks in the process, but It always leaves a good taste in my mouth…" His eyes, a shade darker than a moment before, crossed her entire feature before setting on hers. She felt a shiver run up her spine when he started to caress the palm of her hand with his forefinger, eyes slowly changing focus to her lips.

"Jackson… Stop the car…" Her voice was barely a whisper, and for a second he could not understand it, too focused into the motion of her lips.

"What?"

"Stop the car, Jackson." His brain processed what she meant but the meaning of it only sank when he felt her free hand touching his right knee, slowly moving up inside his tight, and by the time she reached his groin, teasing him with the tips of her fingers, he had already slowed down and reached the roadblock. They were crossing a forest, so the chance of being seen was slim, and even if another traveler found them, they would not stop check.

Jackson did not turn off the car completely in order to keep the heating system running, but it was the exception. Their only illumination came from the moonlight patches against the tree branches, the noises from their own bodies. Immediately after having stopped, he pulled the driver' seat all the way back, letting April, who had unclasped both seatbelts, sit on his lap with one leg at each side of his.

His hands went for her neck, thumbs caressing her cheeks, while April held his face the same way after running her hand up all of his chest. For a second they only stood there, breathing each other's air, eyes filled with love and desire. One of her hands found his nape and, slowly, April descended her lips upon his, merely brushing, and when he parted them whispering her name, she took advantage to touch the bottom one with the tip of her tongue for a couple seconds before pulling it between her teeth.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, cracking a smile on her, quickly undone by his hands resting on her hips only to come up by her sides until the bottom of her breasts, his thumbs reaching over her nipples, friction them over the fabric. He smirked up at her when she closed her eyes at the sensation, her hips slowly rolling over his. This made him descend one of his hands down her spine until the end of the dress, its skirt covering his legs, to come under it and find the curve of her ass. The fact that he could not see, only feel, her thong, made him shiver, and he traced the small piece of clothing with his fingers before going under it to cup her behind, his finger's tip almost reaching her folds. He was back at staring at her when he pressed her against him, his point finger reaching between her long lips and stopping at her entrance.

April had now rested her elbows at his shoulders, kissing the side of his face until his chin, descending to his neck and up to his ear lobe, sucking the skin behind it while moving her hips again, letting his fingers reach further. Jackson circulated her entrance before penetrating her slowly, caressing her insides. April reached for his free hand, guiding it to her lips, kissing each of his fingers before pausing at the forefinger, contouring her mouth, to finally suck it.

Feeling her tongue caressing his skin, Jackson could not hold any longer, moving his hand from her mouth to her hair, pushing her down to his mouth into a deep kiss, stealing a moan from the back of her throat. Her hands ran against his chest, quickly unbuttoning the shirt. While she unbuckled his belt and zipper, pushing down both pants and underwear, the man lifted his hips to help her, taking hers down her knees and legs, holding it up at the same time April held his member with her delicate hands. He hissed, throwing his head back against the seat for a moment, eyes closed while feeling her fingers softly over his head before pumping him.

"April…" He looked at her and bit his lower lip at the way she stared down at his penis in her hands, enjoying herself just as much as he was. Knowing he needed to be inside her, Jackson gave a quick look at the thong in his hand, recognizing the white lace as the one he picked especially for her when they went shopping a couple weeks before, and shoved it inside the back pocked of his jeans. His hand found her ass again, this time rising her up. She immediately understood what he wanted, supporting herself on her knees before guiding him to her entrance. Before she moved further, Jackson tightened the grip on her nape, fixing her eyes on his, only then letting her sink him into her. Seeing April not being able to keep her eyes open while he stretched her insides, mouth open in a silent moan, made him almost go over the edge. He waited a couple seconds for her to get used to him before starting to pump in and out, the redhead matching his rhythm, open her knees slightly more to allow him to sink further into her.

Their pace quickly increased, with April's hands over his shoulders, supporting her movements, Jackson's on her hips, taking more control as he hit a certain spot inside her, making her head rest against his, moaning against his ear. Knowing she was close, feeling her nails on his back, he pumped slower and harder, making April plead for him to make her cum before his thumb going down between her legs to touch her clitoris, teasing and then finally touching it while fastening his pumps once again, bringing her over the edge with himself.

Taking some deep breaths for a couple minutes, April brought her forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes, both smiling with joy. Jackson caressed her forehead, pushing back some locks of wet hair, before pulling her down to a slow kiss.

"We have to keep going if we want to make to Lake Tahoe until tomorrow …" She said smiling between kisses, hands holding his open shirt.

"Are you sure? For me, we could spend all our anniversary right here…"

The redhead rolled her eyes, pecking his lips before lifting from him and moving to the passenger's seat. After cleaning the best they could and putting clothes back on place, Jackson turned the car on, putting it on the road again.

"Have you seen my panties?" April had not yet fastened her seatbelt, body curved over the passenger' seat to look at the back of the car. Jackson couldn't stop his eyes from wandering at the curve of her ass, up at his side, the soft fabric from the dress getting up with the movements of the woman. He would rather die than tell her that the white thong was inside the back pocket of his jeans, well aware of the fact that April spending the rest of the trip without wearing anything under her clothes was inflicting torture upon himself.

After a minute, in which Jackson strongly considered stopping the car for a second time that night, April gave up on her search and sat back, accommodating comfortably at the seat. Jackson arched his brows at her in a teasing way, only receiving as answer a shrug of arms followed by a yawn.

"Take a nap… It's going to take a while till we arrive."

"I know…" She curled on her side, looking at him, hands holding his once again. "I just wanted to keep you company…"

"Don't worry, I'm not sleepy at all…" He gave her a side grin, making her giggle.

"I love you… You know that right?"

"Wow, I bet that was one great orgasm…"

"Shut up…"

"Don't worry babe… I love you too."

April was surprised by the car slowing down and stopping. She knew Tahoe was still too far for them to have arrived already, not being possible that she had slept for ten hours, even if it was a very comfortable car. She opened her eyes at the same time Jackson turned it off, turning to her with a awkward expression. That made the redhead immediately sit right, hands rubbing her face to shake off her remaining sleep, and look around. It was darker than when she fell asleep and not even the strong lights from the gas station could mask it.

"Okay, before you freak out…" He held his hands up, what only made April more apprehensive.

"Why did you turn off the car? Where are we?"

"Cottage Grove, Oregon, apparently."

"What?"

"This light turned on at the panel and I thought it could wait till Tahoe but a few miles ago the car started to lose power and… I really want to see if I can find someone to check it up…"

"It's the middle of the night…"

"Fifteen past midnight…"

"In the middle of nowhere!"

"As I said, Cott…"

"Oh, shut up! I'm not wearing any panties!"

"You brought this upon yourself, babe…"

He pecked her lips, quickly getting out of the car before she could answer him. For an instant, April considered turning the car on and leaving him behind, but as she went to look for the keys, as if reading his wife's mind, Jackson tossed the keys up in the air, only to pick them up again, to finally turn his back at her frustrated expression.

April following actions resumed at locking the doors and keep an eye at her surroundings. She could see that across the road there were some small business places, all closed. The town apparently had no living soul, maybe was even locked up in time. The only movement was provided by the million naked trees and its dead leaves pilling up at the ground, not a comforting view either.

Turning her attention back to her husband, she was startled to find him talking to a middle aged bald man bearing an angry expression, saying something behind a glass window, probably not pleased at had been awaken by a foreign. She knew he was ready to leave when Jackson carefully pulled his walled from his back pocket and showed the man a hundred-dollar bill.

"Babe," Jackson approached the car by her side, moving away slightly when April opened the door. "Mr. Lucas will help us and check the car while we have a cup of coffee inside."

"Thank you Mr. Lucas. We are terribly sorry to disturb you at this hour." April slowly stepped out of the vehicle, putting her coat and hiding her hands inside her pockets, not only to keep them warm but to also make sure her clothes stayed in place. With a smile and Jackson's hand in her back, pushing her in the direction of the convenience store, they left the man alone with his job.

After ten minutes of standing in the warm room, savoring their midnight snacks, eyes shifting from weird souvenirs only found in Oregon, to maps, plates and pictures hanging on the walls, they heard the man close the hood of the car.

"You have an oil leak. It's not supposed to be hard to fix, but I would rather have my mechanic take a look at it. The only problem is that he went to Albany this afternoon and it's only supposed to come back in the morning."

"So… we have to stay here for the night?"

"Look, Sir, there's this B&B down the road, near the townhouse, that is highly recommended. I could call the owner to see if she can open for you. You can always take the car and try the next town, but chance is you are not reaching very far."

Jackson and April looked at each other with concerned expressions. Neither of them thought that their anniversary would have such unfortunate start, having expected for their first night to drink champagne, to make love in the Jacuzzi, and to sleep naked in the king side bed. Now, they were silently hoping for the place to be clean enough.

"It's only for a night…" April murmured, hands resting on Jackson's chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt, giving him a small smile. "Maybe it's for the best… You can rest too, and tomorrow we leave early, we'll make it on time." After some silent consideration, the man rose his green eyes to the citizen, agreeing to his proposition.

"Perfect! I'll open the garage so you can park while I make the calls. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay."

"Okay… it's not so bad…" April stated while they walked inside their new place. It was old and comfortable as the owner, reminding April of her own grandmother's house, filled with pictures, tapestry, and crochet. Their room was the biggest, as they were the only guests, and during their walk from the gas station till the B&B, the owner was able to set a romantic ambiance for them, putting new flowers, new sets of clothes, and even some porcelain set with warm tea. They could almost not smell of mold impregnated on the wood walls. "Actually, it's pretty nice for a night… I can't complain, I'm so glad that man helped us... What if we had to stop at the road?"

"It didn't bother you before…" Jackson smiled while setting their baggage on the floor, stretching his arms over his head, letting his body fall on his back at the bed. "But I'm not complaining either."

"Oh, now I am…" April smiled, resting her purse over a counter, pulling Jackson by his legs to get out of the bed. "You, sir, are dirty from the road, and going to take a shower right now."

"Don't think so." The large man made his body limp and turned around, now laying on his chest, hardening her job. "You will have to deal with all my manly smell and be nice about it. I got it from getting you happy, in many ways."

"Believe me, you are not getting any more of it tonight then." She heard him roll on the bed after she released his feet, but had already turned her back to him, not being able to see his expression while she slowly took off the white dress, letting it pool at her feet at the bathroom's door. April could feel his eyes absorbing her body while she walked and disappeared into the side room.

Before she could close the box glass door behind her and start the shower, she felt two strong arms around her hips, holding her back to a strong naked chest. She could feel his member pressing hard against her ass, and while he started the shower with one hand, the other grazed over her neck, being followed by open mouth kisses, making the woman press harder against him.

"You sure about that? Because I think it would be bad luck to break our track record in hotels, especially in our anniversary"

"Oh, then we are getting lots and lots of lucky tonight…"

A/N: HI AGAIN! Happy Anniversary Japril! It's been five years that my favorite couple of all time got together (April 26! Hey!). I want to thank you Shonda Rhimes for creating them and picking Sarah Drew and Jesse Williams to play them, for that's how I discovered my heroes.

To Sarah and Jesse, thank you for being these amazing human beings. Even if I've never met you in person, I can say that I love you, not because of the characters that you play, but for being these beautiful souls that I've grown to cherish and admire from afar. You are my heroes, people whom I look up to everyday, whom many times I mirror my actions as I hope to one day be as kind, loving, smart, wit, happy, beautiful as you. I wish you all the best.

To April and Jackson, thank you for being who you are. For being good, hard worker, honest people. For being best friends first, then lovers. For fighting for each other even when things got messy and dark. For giving me hope that one day I can love and be loved like you love one another. For making me believe true love can exist.

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You never truly stop being a mother.

A dynamic I have mentioned briefly but by only displaying one side of it.

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: World of Warcraft - Various Authors, World of Warcraft, Warcraft - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Renathal (Warcraft)/Original Character(s), Renathal (Warcraft)/Original Female Character, Nadjia (Warcraft)/Original Female Character Characters: Theotar the Mad Duke, The Accuser | Harriet of the Crimson Shade, Molly Mitchell (OC), Lilva (oc), Renathal (Warcraft), Nadjia the Mistblade Additional Tags: sibling dynamics, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Lilva has no self preservation, Can you tell Lilva is the "middle child"?, Naughty Venthyr get put in time-out, dumb jokes, Original Character(s), Chaos, mostly chaos, Venthyr zoomies, Tags May Change, Will add more when I add more chapters, Fluff and Humor, Attempt at Humor, Tea Trio, Lilva is the cryptid of Sinfall, Protective Renathal, oneshots, Wholesome couples, Affection, Renathal and Molly are soulbound because I say so, Lazy Mornings, Morning Cuddles, Ren and Molly are absolute dorks I love them, mentions of angst, Those two are soft and inlove your honor Summary:

Out of the four realms she has been to in the Shadowlands, Molly adores Revendreth the most and has pack bonded with half of Sinfall already. Yet, it seems chaos follows her every waking moment.

This is mostly a place to put filler stories whilst I work on bigger pieces. Most stuff here will be light hearted stuff but who knows...that can always change :)