#and also fellow architecture lover ^^

[askfordoodles]

That one Emmrich banter with Neve about how someone in Minrathous sold him fake talismans and he's just incredulous that someone would even think to do that :0 😅

He really was pulling full 'do you really think someone would just go on the internet and tell lies???!' meme energy, like oh my sweet summer child, who always assumes the best in people...

Neve be like, 'oh yeah that guy lol, I know him'

and Emmrich is in full 'why are there no regulations for this? I thought mages were respected in Tevinter???' >:0

Neve just countering with the ole "why do you think I'm always so busy" xD

[sunnami]

❝we can't be friends (wait for your love.)❞

[credits to @artofpan for the lovely art! title is taken from ariana grande's song, we can't be friends.]

summary. fortune favours the bold, so they say. but you're an awkward ravenclaw in yearning.

pairing/s. poly!marauders x reader (james potter x reader, lily evans x reader, remus lupin x reader, and sirius black x reader.)

word count. 11.4k

tags. childhood friends to ex-friends to lovers, fluff, minor angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like remus and tonks, also a bit of spice ;3

note. asdhjf while im working on the last part of the time traveller au pls enjoy this fluffy piecee ueueue

‘TIS THE SEASON OF raucous jeering and gaudy paraphernalia in the corridors, the unmistakable scent of overly-polished brooms, mud trekking through the cobblestone floors, and jerseys soaked in sweat, rain, and grime after hours of vigorous training. The dreaded second week of school where arrogant fledglings end up in the infirmary on account of broken noses, dislocated shoulders, or sprained wrists.

In other words: Quidditch tryouts. 

You’re just not fond of the havoc wreaked in every corner and alcove of the castle. But to your relief, the library remains untouched through it all. 

Needless to say, you absolutely hate Quidditch. 

It is a fact you simply will not elaborate on. The skies are blue, the grass blades are green; you and the Marauders are as different as night and day. 

On your way to the library, the last bastion of academia, you weave past the crowd in the courtyard corridor, ears ringing from the shouting match earlier in the Great Hall for breakfast—something about the Cannons versus the Magpies. There’s a pile of books shoved inside your leather satchel, painfully bumping into your hip with each step you take. You traverse through the Romanesque architecture, blissfully unaware of the misfortune to come. 

“If I study for Charms now, I can take a nap for the rest of the day,” You say to yourself, pensively tapping at your chin. 

“Watch out!” 

You barely have any time to react before a Quaffle comes crashing straight into your face. 

“Merlin’s hairy arsehole—fuck!” There’s a sicky sound of bones cracking, a dizzying flash of white before your eyes, and something viscous trickling from your nose down to your lips. Your hands fly to your face—instantly flinching when you catch a glimpse of your fingers dipped in blood. Your eyes grow wide in panic, chest rapidly heaving—it’s only now that you realize that you’re sitting on the ground, textbooks laying haphazardly around you, shoulders quivering from the adrenaline. The crowd’s concerned murmurs are lost in the cacophony of hysteria. 

“Move!” 

To your rescue, is Alice Fortescue, a fellow prefect. She cuts through the onlookers of petrified first-years and nosey fifth-years. You have no doubt this incident will grace the school’s gossip column for the next few days. She grabs your arm and wraps it around her shoulder with ease. You’d write poetry of her gallant display, but you were too busy moaning in agony. She utters a few incantations to stop your nosebleed from worsening, though there’s not much she can do to help with the possible concussion. 

“Did you know Bludgers used to be called blooders?” You mumble languidly, nearly crashing into one of the knight statues. 

“I do now,” replies Alice, tightening her hold on your waist, the ghost of a fond smile on her face. (She’s missed you, actually—three and a half years of radio silence. There used to be a time where running into you in the Gryffindor common rooms was an everyday occurrence. Even the Ravenclaw prefects knew where to look first if they wanted to find you.)

After what feels like an eternity of trudging through the castle, you finally reach the infirmary. The matron, Poppy Pomfrey, shrieks in alarm at the sight of your soiled blouse and blood stained lips. She gently ushers you into her hold, guiding you to a vacant bed. Alice hangs back, awkwardly shuffling her feet, gaze worriedly trained on you. 

“You may return to your classes, Miss Fortescue, thank you,” says Madam Pomfrey, tipping your head upwards and grimacing.  “Oh, good heavens, what happened?” 

Your head droops in her palms, blood trickling from the corner of your mouth—you must have bit your tongue earlier. You blubber pathetically, “Got hit by a stray quaffle.” 

Wordlessly, Madam Pomfrey summons a vial from her stash in the cupboards. She hands the small bottle to you, uttering various healing spells under her breath with a deft expertise of someone who’s been doing this for years upon years now. “There,” says Madam Pomfrey, lips firmly pursed. “That should help with the fractured cheekbones.��

With—what?

As your eyes bulge out of your head, Madam Pomfrey looks over you once more, a floating quill at her side hastily scribbling on a parchment. “Concussion, mild blood loss, fracture in the cheekbones, broken nose cartilage.” She illuminates the tip of her wand, and moves it left and right in front of you. “Hmm. Any nausea at all, dear?”

“There’s a six point four chance I’m going to get amnesia,” You whisper solemnly, head hanging low as your voice cracks from the unbearable pain. “I don’t want to get amnesia.”

“There’s no need for you to worry about that while you’re under my care.” Madam Pomfrey gently nudges you to lay on the pillow. She hands you a folded blanket. “Rest now. We’ll keep you here until the morning in case your condition worsens.”

“I can’t.” You groan, sitting upright—Madam Pomfrey pushes you back onto the bed with a stern glare. “I’ve got to study.”

“And I’ve got three other students to tend to. Mister Lockhart has been dealing with food poisoning all week.” Madam Pomfrey places her hands on her hips, sighing sharply. She jerks her thumb behind her back—that’s when you notice that three certain people are staring back at you. Sirius Black and James Potter squeezing together in one chair—and miserably failing—and Remus Lupin, resting cozily on the infirmary bed with bandages around his arms and head. “And don’t even get me started on this one.”

“You love him, Poppy, don’t lie.” Sirius grins wolfishly at the matron. You make out the sunken bags underneath his gray eyes, pale lips and his unkempt heap of dark curls. 

Pomfrey huffs exasperatedly. “It would be easier to wrangle a hoard of Hippogriffs than to keep you three out of the infirmary past visiting hours.” She spares you one last glance, nodding when she deems you safe and healthy—as can be, anyway. Gilderoy Lockhart rolls out of his bed, his cries echoing around the room, threatening to barf up his entire breakfast, and Madam Pomfrey is gone in an instant. 

There is an awkward silence that envelops your side of the room—you roll over on your left, desperately ignoring the three of stares burning intensely into your back. 

THE STORY GOES like this: 

You know their names more than you know your own. Each morning finds them at the Ravenclaw common room’s doorstep—while waiting, Lily, Sirius and Remus try to figure out the password as James attempts to brute force his way in. (He had actually figured out the riddle minutes ago, James would just rather play along with his friends.) The blue-tied prefects watch endearingly as one of their first-years rush out of the tower, squealing deafeningly, and jumps right into the lion cubs’ embrace. (It’s not that Inter-House friendships are rare, it’s more common than one would think; usually, it just takes more time for the eaglets to break out of their shell.) 

“I got a hundred and twelve!” You exclaim merrily, hair in disarray and eyes puffy from having just woken up. Lily grabs your hands; together, the both of you jump up and down, excitedly giggling in celebration of the success of your History of Magic essay. (You had ignored them for a day to focus on your homework—Sirius did not like that at all. It wasn’t as fun to play if one of their friends were missing. Gone off to study, of all things.) 

The tale of your friendship may be an unsolved mystery to some, but to you, it’s like finding jigsaw pieces that perfectly fit together. Magic isn’t only centaurs in forbidden forests, or ceilings bewitched to look like the night sky—sometimes it’s stumbling into a random train compartment and shyly offering your bag of assorted treats. Next thing you know, Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon are constantly with you in the library, oohing and aahing over pages of the fantasy novels Lily had brought from the muggle world. 

There’s rarely a day where you aren’t spotted in a sea of red and gold. Except when you’ve studied yourself sick—and the Marauders are never fond of that. 

(“I’m sorry, she can’t come down today,” says one of the fifth-year prefects, Lalita Burman, a rather tall girl with intricate curls, brown skin, and eyes that stare into one’s soul. She wakes up to banging on the tower entrance, not even eight o’clock in the morning yet—on a Saturday. It doesn’t come off as a surprise anymore when she opens the door to five red-faced children. “She’s come down with the flu. Most of the firsties have, actually. Madam Pomfrey says they’ll get better by tomorrow but Alex and I have been running ourselves ragged looking after them.” 

James Potter narrows his eyes at her. “Okay. Then we’ll go inside.” 

“Maybe we can help,” says Remus. 

Lalita holds up her hand to stop them from barging in. “That’s really sweet, but we can’t risk any of you getting sick as well.” 

Sirius stands on his toes to spy past Lalita’s shoulder, frowning when he finds nothing of importance—or really, when he can’t find you. He couldn’t wait to call you stupid for getting yourself sick—you just missed out on frog hunting. “That’s alright.” He huffs, shoulders slumping dejectedly. “Our immune system can take it. Will you let us in now?” 

Her eye twitches. “Come back tomorrow.” 

With that, she slams the door in their faces. 

The Marauders then declare you are never, ever allowed to get sick again.) 

Your second year in the castle creeps up on you without you noticing. 

“Remus Lupin, I am going to kill you!” 

No one bats an eyelash when you stalk up to the Gryffindor table, twelve years old and on a mission, fresh from the summer holidays. You slam your hands down onto the table, eyes ablaze as Remus stares at you, head resting on his palms, shaggy blond hair falling over his brows—no thoughts, head empty, just sheer adoration. 

“Hello there, stranger,” Remus says, grinning fiendishly. “You look rather lovely—did you have a good holiday?” 

You scoff, pointing an accusatory finger at him—Peter watches at the scene with wide eyes, slowly chomping on his shepherd’s pie, not an inkling as to what was going on. “Don’t try me, Lupin!” You exclaim sternly. “That book you gave me—you said it would have a happy ending! Tell me why I stayed up until bloody five o’clock in the morning crying me eyes out! You. . . you—!” 

“Wanker, dingbat, berk, git,” Lily supplies helpfully with an innocent smile, pulling you down to sit with her. “And my personal favorite—toerag.” 

You gape at the pretty redhead, jaw falling to the floor. “How do you even know these words?” 

She hums nonchalantly, spreading blueberry jam onto her buttered toast. “A lady must arm herself with the necessary ammunition.” Lily points to a certain pair of boys—James and Sirius are currently engaged in an eating contest, shoveling pancakes after pancakes inside their mouths; so far it looks like Sirius is winning. Lily sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes, “Especially if she wants to survive that kind of company.”  

“Him, even more,” says Lily, gesturing to Remus. “He may be Professor McGonagall’s golden boy but I see right through him.” 

“What can I say?” Remus smirks, helplessly shrugging his shoulders. “I’m a monster.” 

Lily glares at him. 

Then, you turn thirteen—the dreaded age. Suddenly, you’re dealing with oily skin, acne, body odor, hair growing out of places you didn’t even know could grow hair, hormones messing up the way you look at everyone else—something awakens in you the day you see Dorcas Meadowes in the Quidditch pitch wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck—and hormones messing up the way you look at yourself. 

Everything is starting to change. 

You usually never blink twice when James wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder. Except this time, he’s gone from a gangly bean sprout, to a heartthrob with perfectly messy hair, newly defined muscles from his countless hours of Quidditch training, charming smile, eyes that one could get lost into for hours, and a tantalizing scent of mint and bergamot. 

“Are you really not going to our game this Saturday?” James whispers in your ear—the five of you had been hanging out in the library. 

You sigh. “Can‘t. Sorry.” 

“Scared your House is going to lose to us, pet?” Sirius teases from where he’s sitting backwards on the chair next to you, engrossed in twirling locks of your hair around his finger. 

You bristle at the nickname—they have been brazen with the endearments lately, you’ve noticed. “It’s not like we’re going to win anyway,” You mumble, tapping your quill on the empty parchment—there’s never any work done while they’re around. “There’s only a sixteen point seven percent chance of Ravenclaw winning against Gryffindor.”

James wrinkles his nose, now sitting on the edge of the table. “Percent, shmercent. What matters is how everyone plays that day.” 

He kicks his legs against yours, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “So, will you come watch?” 

“We have that History of Magic project, remember,” You say defeatedly. “I need to get started on it this week otherwise I’ll be behind all the electives I signed up for this year.” 

Lily frowns, looking up from her own homework to glance at you in concern. “How many did you even pick?” 

“All of them.” 

“What?” Lily screeches in terror, suddenly rising from her seat to lean over the table. “How is that even possible? How did McGonagall even allow that?” 

“Professor Flitwick,” You correct, wincing when Lily and Sirius glare at you. “It took a lot of convincing, but eventually I wore him down. All I had to do was rework some of my class schedules and promise him over a thousand times that my wellbeing wouldn’t ever be compromised by my studies. Otherwise he’d take back his decision.” 

Remus doesn’t seem all too happy. “No wonder we don’t see you at Transfiguration anymore.” 

“Or in Kettleburn’s class,” Peter pipes in. 

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to be taking that many classes at once?” Remus grimaces, sharing a worried look with James. “The limit is three, and even that is too much to handle.” 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” 

(Peter knows a lie when he hears one.) 

James tenses up, jaw tightening. “So you’re saying you’re going to miss a game because of school? Like all the other times? That’s bullcrap!” 

Remus hisses his name in warning. 

Tears prick your eyes instantly—you’ve heard him speak like this when quarreling with Slytherins, but never to your face. “That bullcrap means a lot to me, Potter. You’d understand that if you took your studies seriously more than just going around and playing silly pranks on everyone!” 

James scoffs. “Like how you take us seriously? Did you know that Lily is the youngest ever to be invited to Slughorn’s club? Yeah, she got the invitation last week. Did you congratulate her for that when she was staying up late with you to revise for your practical test in Herbology?” 

“I—” You stammer, guilt pooling in your stomach. 

“No, you didn’t.” James sneers. “You only see yourself. Do you know what Remus has been going through? Do you even care?” 

“That’s enough, James,” Lily says vehemently. 

“Well, if you think like that, maybe we all should just stop being friends!” You retort.

Before anyone else can reply, Madam Pince comes around the corner, and everyone falls silent—a tense atmosphere that threatens to choke you. With a heavy heart, you gather your belongings and run out of the library. 

The months pass by, and Frank Longbottom wonders why he doesn’t wake up at midnight anymore to find five students having a sleepover in the common room with a certain eagle, each of them trying to contain their giggles and  failing. (One time, the Prewett twins had run down the stairs in panic, only to find you and Peter screaming from Remus’s theatrics in telling his ghost stories during an awful thunderstorm.) You no longer visit the Gryffindor table at breakfast, and they no longer wait for you after your classes. 

“It’s probably just a tiff,” says Alice to Mary Macdonald. “They’ll make up—they always do.”  

Mary nods, though unsure—while Peter is gut-wrenched about it all, the other four in particular seem like heartbroken puppies when you enter the Great Hall and barely acknowledge their presence. 

The snow melts and time catches everyone unaware.

“I can’t believe I’m going to graduate and you idiots haven’t made up yet,” Lalita sighs as she pulls you in for a hug. In a few weeks, she and the other seventh-years are due to leave; you’ve grown real close with her over the past few terms. Her departure is going to be truly difficult for you to handle. “Just talk it out with them, okay?” 

You sniffle, holding onto her robes. “I’m trying, but they’ve been ignoring me, too.” 

Lalita squeezes you tighter. “Don’t worry. These kinds of things have a way of sorting themselves out.” 

At the end of the term, you present your final project to Professor Binns. The ghost nearly returns to life. It was a research study on the Evolutionary Analysis of Magical RNA Manipulation in the Catalonian Fireball. Days after your paper is published, you’re featured on the Daily Prophet; dragon tamers and professors from Spain are owling you letters of praise and congratulations. It goes without saying that such a feat had naturally catapulted Ravenclaw to the top, ultimately winning the House Cup. 

(But what you don’t tell everyone is that you’re so severely burnt out after that—to the point where you didn’t want to ever pick up a textbook again. For the first time in forever, learning had become a chore, not a passion. You’d been puking out of anxiety, hands trembling as you forced yourself to write on the parchment, the sides of your fingers constantly swollen and raw. You’d study until four o’clock in the morning, and wake up an hour later to complete all of your homework. You’ve begun to masquerade as the ghosts of Ravenclaw Tower; lifeless and indifferent. Xenophilius and Pandora fuss over you, but you just lock yourself in your room and say: “I’m tired.”

Perhaps, it is why Professor Flitwick isn’t surprised when you withdraw from most of your electives. 

“The pursuit of knowledge is a rewarding journey,” says Professor Flitwick on the day you visit his classroom—hours away from needing to be on the train platform. He sighs and sets his spectacles on the table. “But it is a perilous one, too. I trust that you have understood the consequences of your actions. As a teacher, I can only offer guidance when it is needed. The other professors may disagree, but I find the best learning method to be, what is it the kids say—fuck around and find out.” 

You snort. 

Professor Flitwick chuckles, quite pleased with himself. “If I may be so bold as to leave you with another piece of homework, I would like to ask you to truly enjoy the holidays. I hear the summer is a time for discovering new things about oneself, for new beginnings and growth. After all, learning does not happen only within the castle grounds.”) 

Later that day, you board the express, purposefully choosing the farthest compartment where you know they’ll be staying in. You share the cabin with two people whose names are Regulus and Narcissa Black—this is the first time you’ve ever met them. Narcissa shares her green tea flavored candy with you.  Afterwards, you spend the rest of the ride back to King’s Cross asleep. 

(Right before the train arrives, Remus is nervously searching for you in the crowd of people. 

“We’ve got to say goodbye, at least.” Lily nibbles on her lower lip uneasily. She once joked that she could find you anywhere—as if you two had a red string tied around both your pinky fingers. Now, it seems you’re too far away for her voice to reach you. 

James drops his head down in shame. “I never got the chance to apologize.” 

“She’ll appear somewhere,” says Sirius unwaveringly with a nod, taking Lily’s heavy suitcase from her as steam whistles are heard in the distance. “She could be in our special compartment, waiting for us right now.” 

“Are you sure?” Peter questions dubiously. 

“Of course I am, she’s my best friend,” Sirius counters resolutely. “She’s there, I can feel it.”)

You’re fourteen when you return back to the castle—you hadn’t touched a single book throughout the summer, but you find yourself well-rested; you learn how to swim from your mother; staying up all night to accompany your family dog as she gives birth to seven beautiful puppies, and scratching yourself on the bark of sycamore trees with your poor attempts at climbing.

You find out that you don’t like Arithmancy at all, strongly preferring Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. You’ve also garnered a curiosity for Ornithomancy, the oracle reading of birds. 

This year, you signed up for the Gobstone club, despite your unfamiliarity with the game. It’s led by a Slytherin girl named Haerin Seong. (It’s properly read as Seong Hae-rin.) She has pin-straight hair, a sharp nose, and the mouth of a drunken sailor.

You also decide that you want to become a professor after Hogwarts. The groundskeeper, Rubeus Hagrid, belly laughs when you declare this to him one afternoon, right in the doorway of his hut. 

“Well, go on then!” Hagrid bellows, patting you on the head. “Anyone who tries ter stop yeh has got ter go through me!” 

On the dawn of your fifth-year, an owl delivers a prefect badge to your doorstep. Your father, born and raised as a Muggle, doesn’t understand the significance of this, but he cries harder than you on that Sunday morning. (“My child is a prefect!” He sobs into the telephone after dialing your aunt’s number.) 

The fresh batch of Ravenclaw firsties aren’t the only new additions to the castle. According to the gossip mill, James and Lily are finally dating, so are Sirius and Remus apparently. (Then, months later, everyone would be shrieking about how they’re all dating. )

You hear of the news as you guide the first-year eaglets to their next class. You’re climbing up the spiral staircase when you see the Quidditch pitch through the window. They look like flying ants from this distance. You can imagine the wind in their hair, the tense muscles as they chase after the Quaffles, the crowd roaring in their ears, victory within their reach if they just fly fast enough. 

You hate the way you envy them—how easily they soar up in the skies while you watch from below, much like a flightless eagle, shackled by your own shortcomings. 

You hate Quidditch.

It’s bound by no rules, unpredictable and barbaric. Most of all, it looks down on the cowardly. 

In your sixth year, you have your first kiss with a boy named Augustine Fenberry. It’s extremely short-lived and awkward. You date for three months until it’s unanimously agreed that you two are better off as friends—until you catch him laughing about you with his mates in an empty corridor, saying that you were clingy, too much, and needed to learn how to shut up. (You wonder if that’s why they grew tired of you, too.) 

You handle him with a quick, “Entomorphis.” 

It’s probably one of the more cruel jinxes; Augustine bawls piercingly as he grows antennas atop his head, the spell forcing him to get on his hands and knees; his friends hover around him in panic, but all Augustine can do is chirp like a grasshopper in the night. You wonder if you’ve gone too far, but Haerin tells you that’s exactly what Augustine is—vermin. 

You also, with great satisfaction, deduct thirty points from his House—which happens to be Ravenclaw. 

(Nobody knows this about Peter, but he’s nimble on his feet, a bit of a wallflower—and he is now the newest editor of Hogwarts’s newspaper column, The Golden Snidget. By the next day, everyone knows what he’s done. Argus Filch, who’s in charge of his month-long detention, should be the last of his worries. Peter sympathizes with the wizard—but only for a fraction of a second. Because it’s not even the werewolf Augustine has to be scared of, not the pureblood heir who could ruin anyone with just a lift of his finger; not the Quidditch prodigy with a sharp mind, knowing a thousand ways to seek revenge. 

It’s Lily Evans. 

“Go near her again and I’ll rip your balls off!” Marlene flips the bird to the group of cowering boys. “Matter of fact, if you treat anyone like that again, I will come for your bloodline.”

“Fucking toerag!” Lily wildly swings the Beater’s bat she had stolen from the Quidditch changing room. “If you even look at her, I’ll hunt you down and shove this up your arse—until you feel it in your throat!” 

Peter shivers in fear. He didn’t ever want to be on the receiving side of Lily’s wrath. 

“This is the same girl who cried for an hour when she saw the ducklings in the Great Lake separated from their mother,” says Remus, horrified. 

“Honestly, I feel so, so conflicted whether to find this terrifying. . . or attractive,” James whispers to Sirius.

“Attractive. Definitely attractive,” Sirius responds breathlessly, all eyes on Lily.)

Gryffindor wins the House Cup that year, to no one’s surprise. You find yourself clapping along with everyone else, but can’t help it when your gaze drifts to the left-side of the Gryffindor table. You watch as Sirius lifts Lily in the air, her giggles somehow louder than the thunderous cheering, pressing a loving kiss to her lips. James stands on the table, encouraging everyone to sing more of his praises—there’s a split second where his eyes find yours, you look away immediately—as Remus covers his face with his palms, flushed from all the attention. After James, Remus had won the most points for their House. 

They seem complete—a puzzle that never really needed another piece. (You miss them, heartachingly so.) Maybe it was for the best that all of you drifted further and further apart. You now forget the way they call your name.  

And so, the story ends just like that. 

YOU HAVE FOUND yourself in a very tricky position. 

It’s past midnight when you wake up—you nearly scream bloody murder when James, Lily and Sirius materialize out of thin air. They stare back at you, frozen in place, unblinking for the last twenty seconds. 

“Oh God, I’m hallucinating.” You cry to yourself, wrapping your arms around your waist. “I hit my head and now I’m seeing things.” 

“No, no, no, no,” James stammers, shaking his head. “It’s an invisibility cloak—see?” He wears the cape, then abruptly takes the cloak off—his body disappearing and reappearing in time with his actions. “Not hallucinating, I promise.” 

“That’s even worse,” You say hoarsely, on the verge of hyperventilating. “Y-You’re out past curfew—visiting hours are over. Someone could catch you. Madam Pomfrey will have your heads.” 

Remus chuckles—he had missed your voice so bloody much. He barely contains his grin when you glare at him. (Finally, after three years, you look his way again.) 

“We snuck in here to see you all the time,” Sirius tells you, the corner of his lips tipping into an overfond smile. “At some point, Poppy just stopped trying to keep us out.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” Your gaze falls to the floor as you mousily toy with your fingers. The infirmary falls painfully silent. Again. You clear your throat. “Anyway, I–I should get going.” 

“Oh.” Lily’s expression turns crestfallen, words cracking from the thick lump wedged in her throat. (This is the first conversation she’s had with you in years—one that isn’t awkwardly bumping into one another with shallow, hesitant greetings, before you scurry off like a timid squirrel.) “R-Right. But why don’t you have dinner first? We brought some from the feast and—” 

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry,” You rasp, slipping into your shoes and throwing your cardigan over your shoulders. (More than anything, you want to hug Lily and congratulate her for making Head Girl—but you have to wonder if it’s too little, too late; if the distance between you and her is too great to try and  cross.) 

You toss Remus a wary glance. There used to be a time where you could say anything to him, and now it feels like ice-cold hands are stapled over your mouth. “F–Feel better soon.” 

“Thanks.” Remus coughs. 

Sirius’s eyes bounce from you to Remus, mentally ripping his hair out from exasperation—this whole thing is going nowhere. 

You sprint out of the infirmary without a word, hands trembling from the nerve-wracking encounter inside. You take a moment to catch your breath, to shove your heart back inside your ribcage, as you lean sideways on the wall. It’s like running into a pack of wild chimeras in the mountains bare-handed. 

“That was so scary.” You breathe out deeply, clutching the front of your shirt tightly. 

The loud call of your name slices through the hallway and you jump in fright. 

Luckily, it’s just James—but just James sets your heart aflutter and your knees wobbly even after all this time. He bridges the gap between you in quick, long strides; murmuring your name once more like a prayer. “Hey,” James says quietly, as if afraid to spook you off. 

You gnaw on your bottom lip anxiously, tucking your hands inside your pockets. “Hey.”

“Listen, I just wanted to say—back in the library, all those years ago. I’m sorry. Really bloody sorry. Sirius decked me in the face that day, which I definitely deserved.” James nervously scratches the back of his head. “It was stupid of me—and I never should have said any of those things. I know it’s been years since then, you don’t even have to forgive me. But I just wanted you to know—”

“It’s fine, James.” You cut into his rambling, having already forgiven him for that day. “Really. Water under the bridge.” 

In fact, some of what he had said made you realize how much you isolated yourself without even knowing. “And, I—uhm.” You take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, too.” 

James widens his eyes, then instantly shakes his head. “It’s alright. You’re alright.”

A dark red blush spreads from his neck to his prettily carved cheeks.  “So. .  . uh. . . are we okay?” 

“We’re okay,” You say and he exhales deeply in relief. “And James, I. . . I. . .”

“Yeah?” There’s a hopeful lilt in his voice as he takes one more step towards you—achingly patient, but there’s a sense of urgency and desperation. 

“I—” You look away and the words fizzle out in your throat. “Never mind.” 

I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what I said that day. I miss you more than life. Thank you for staying by my side all those years—for being one of my best friends. You make me feel safe, James Potter. You are one of the most intelligent and caring wizards I know. How  anyone can think otherwise is baffling to me. I’m sorry if I don’t let you know that more often. 

“See you around, James.” With that, you turn and leave. 

Perhaps, some things are better left unsaid. 

(So why is your heart shattering into a million pieces?) 

“TODAY, WE ARE GOING TO be interpreting messages from the divine!” 

On a lovely Friday morning, Professor Nasenyana drags the class out to the grounds for a hands-on Divination lecture, the groundskeeper’s hut within sight. He unlocks the barn nearby, where flocks of various bird species take to the skies instantly. He’s a rather eccentric fellow with one of the friendliest smiles you’ve ever seen. Most of the Ravenclaws are also star-struck, hanging onto his every word. As it turns out, Nasenyana is a graduate from Uagadou, the top school for Astronomy and Divination.

“Ornithomancy—!” He proclaims, flashy cloak billowing, startling some of the Gryffindors from their sleep. “It is a form of divination that looks into the behavior of birds—celestial creatures blessed with the ability to traverse through the heavens and the earth. But, you see, it is more than that. It requires utmost concentration and mastery. To pass this class, you will need to—” 

“I told you we didn’t miss anything important!” 

“Pads, shut up.” 

Sirius and Remus come rolling down the hill. Remus’s robes are disheveled, whereas Sirius’s tie is loosely hanging around his shirt, sleeves folded up. They nearly crash into Professor Nasenyana—who doesn’t appear to be pleased with their tardiness. You notice Remus’s flushed cheeks, the sweat running down the sides of his forehead, and the pinkish bruises on the column of Sirius’s neck. 

Lily chortles. 

Oh. 

You blush deeply—that is so none of your business. 

“Mister Black! Mister Lupin! So nice of you to finally join us.” Professor Nasenyana exclaims. “I trust that it won’t take you thirty more minutes to find a place to sit?” He gestures to the assembly of students sitting down on the grass, some shielding the sunlight from their face with the Divination textbook, and others transfiguring their school robes into a picnic mat. “Take your seats, gentlemen.” 

“And that is five points from Gryffindor. Each.” Professor Nasenyana declares just as Remus and Sirius plop down on the closest patch of grass to them. 

Which happens to be right beside you. 

You pour all your attention on the teacher, and not how warm Sirius feels next to you. 

“As I was saying,” Professor Nasenyana continues, hands folded behind his back, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “In order to pass this class, you will form groups of three where your task is to read each other’s fortune based on the information presented to you and document your findings. Everything you need for interpretation is in your textbooks. You will hand this assignment in after the winter holidays. I expect excellence from each and every one of you. Failure to comply will result in a Dreadful.” 

Gilderoy’s arm shoots up in the air. 

“Shall I guess your question, Mister Lockhart?” Nasenyana grins blindingly. “Your groups will be determined by fate—those closest to you will read your fortune, and you theirs.” 

He lowers his arm with a bright blush. 

You, however, are frozen in place, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a robe strewn over your lap—you even hold your breath from the shock. Fate must be mocking you right now. Spending the next few weeks in close proximity with the boys who held your fragile, little heart in their hands.

How fun.

Not.

FOR THE FIRST TIME in forever, you don’t pay attention in Charms.

The thought of working with Remus and Sirius haunts you so much that you burrow your head in your arms for the entirety of Professor Flitwick’s lesson. Your seatmate, Xenophilius, watches in horror as you flub the enunciation for Ascendio. Thankfully, no one is accidentally flung into the air—except for Gilderoy who is unfortunately blown away from his chair.

“Sorry.” You twinge empathetically as he climbs back onto his chair, glaring at you. 

Xenophilius nudges your shoulder, whispering, “Are you alright?” 

“Perfectly fine,” You respond hurriedly, almost choking on your spit. “What ever gave you the idea that I was not fine? I’m bloody fantastic even. The sun is shining, fishes are swimming, and there’s not a single thing out of the ordinary in my life.” 

“It’s cloudy outside,” Xenophilius says impassively. “And Lockhart is looking at you like you’ve just attempted murder.” 

“Lockhart always looks like that.” You brush him off with a wave, busying yourself with flipping the pages of your Charms textbook. 

Xenophilius pokes you in the side. “You are avoiding the subject. Is it because of Lup—”

“Ascendio!” 

This time, it’s too perfect of an incantation that even Merlin weeps from his grave.

At the end of class, you’re greeted with yet another surprise. Just as you leave the classroom, you find Sirius and Remus standing in the corridor, so absorbed in conversation that they don’t notice the sixth-year girls giggling as they walk by—either that, or they have had plenty of practice when it comes to  ignoring attention from the entire student body. It’s not like you can blame everyone else—they’re a duo carved by heaven’s finest. 

Sirius realizes instantly when you walk out of the doors. He smiles blazingly at you, instantly rising to his feet, hands shoved inside the pockets of his trousers. You can’t believe this is the same boy who’d give you piggyback rides down the hallway. Dark layered curls tumble messily past his shoulders, a smidge of dark liner around his eyes, multiple piercings in his left ear. He’s grown taller, certainly more confident, too. 

“Ready to go, pet?” He asks, as if casually inquiring about the weather. 

“Go?” You echo, nonplussed. “Go where?” 

“Birdwatching, obviously.” Sirius grins devilishly before grabbing your hand and leading you to the courtyard, Remus hot on your heels—who, for some reason, now has your bag hanging from his shoulders. 

“D-Do I even get a say in this?” Truthfully, you had thought that you could finish the project without meeting up. Ever. You even think of collaborating with them via owl; staying far, far away from one another. So that none of you get hurt again, and you don’t risk another heartbreak. 

“Not one bit, darling.” Sirius looks back at you and winks—this cheeky bastard!

You’re in a daze by the time the three of you reach the middle courtyard. Sirius happily plonks down under a tree, further unbuttoning his shirt until a hint of a tattoo peeks out—you gape. Remus chuckles before urging you to sit as well, before he settles on your other side. 

“This is nice,” says Sirius as he leans his head against the tree trunk, eyes closed. “Bloody missed this.” 

“Missed what?” You dare to ask, heart hammering in your chest. 

He opens one eye, cheek dimple flashing. “Being by your side.” 

“Oh.” 

One does not respond to that, actually. One just simply passes out and fades away. 

And as you typically do when facing hardships in life, you ramble about homework. Clearing your throat and staring straight at the earthworms crawling out of the mud, you say, “So, about our project. . .” 

“I was thinking we could get started on it next Saturday,” You splutter, fiddling with your fingers. “Or I could start on everyone’s reading and we’d put it on paper sometime next month—but I could do that myself, too. I-If you wanted. Just so that it’s easier for everyone. We really don’t have to rush, honestly.” 

“Procrastinating on schoolwork?” Remus laughs heartily with a slow shake of his head, stretching his long legs on the ground. “Who are you and what have you done to our best fr—” 

The word falters on his tongue, and his smile fades into a somber line. 

To save everyone from the awkward tension, you carry on, ignoring the way Sirius stiffens, “If you want to start early, I can head to the library after lunch to find some books on Ornithomancy. The more references we have—”

“What happened to us?” Sirius interjects gravelly. 

You let out a deep sigh. 

You suppose this conversation has been a long time coming, given lions and their stubbornness. 

“It’s simple,” You say gingerly. “After that. . . that day, the distance kept growing and growing until we went our own separate ways without looking back.” 

A single teardrop slides down your cheek before you can stop it. “You changed. I changed, too. The difference was, you all had each other while I had no one.”

(Though Pandora and Xenophilius were the truest and most honest friends one could ask for, they didn’t hold your soul captive the way they did.) 

Sirius stares at you as if you had just spit acid; a thunderstorm forming within his gray eyes, his jaw locking painfully. 

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Remus asks softly, leaning forward to offer you his handkerchief. His voice sounds strangled—as though your words physically torment him. He pulls away just as your gaze falls on his. 

“That’s what happened, though. But I suppose it doesn’t really even matter anymore.” You flinch away, electrocuted from his touch. 

There’s a stretched silence that blankets the three of you. It carries on for a few minutes, the breeze flowing by, and the slow, clamorous bell chiming in the distance. You’re about to speak up when Sirius breaks the quietude first.

“Be ready,” He says decidedly, looking straight ahead. 

“For what?” You ask in disbelief. 

Sirius drags a hand through his hair with a loud exhale. He rests his elbows on his knees, chin carelessly set on his palm, eyeing you intensely. “We’re going to prove you wrong from now on.” 

“What exactly are you going to prove?” 

Sirius chuckles, coiling a strand of your hair around his finger. “That it’s always been you and us for life, princess.” 

Merlin’s saggy balls. 

THE GRYFFINDOR TABLE descends into a coalescence of wide eyes and rapid, hushed whispers when you arrive sometime during dinner. It’s not out of your own volition, of course, but your own duty and responsibility as prefect to return the handkerchief that Remus had lent you earlier this afternoon. You hoped it would be a quick in-and-out; dishing out more forced smiles, and some half-baked banter until you could finally run away, tail tucked between your legs. Like most things in your life, it does not go the way you want. 

“You could keep it, if you want,” says Remus, hesitantly taking the embroidered cloth from you. 

If the world knew how many trinkets Remus Lupin had gifted you during your friendship, you would be swimming in gold—and cursed letters from his devoted fangirls. 

“That’s alright. Thank you.” You placate him with a crooked grin, the words spilling from your lips like a jumbled mess. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gideon and Fabian Prewett nudging each other’s shoulders whilst pointing at you, keeping their heads low. You have no idea what that’s about. 

“Well. That is all. E-Enjoy your dinner.” You nod, mentally patting yourself on the back for not passing out in the den of lions. “Goodbye.” 

Though the Ravenclaw table is placed next to Gryffindor’s, you have the bright idea of sitting with your backs to them, lest you engage in a round of cloddish staring contests with the Marauders. Just as you pivot on your heels, ready to make it to Pandora’s side, an achingly familiar voice calls for your name. 

“Wait!” Marlene is partially out of her seat, bright blonde hair in a loose, messy braid; hand outstretched, as if reaching out to you. Her pale cheeks blossom with shades of scarlet as she receives miffed glares from the students nearby—such is the curse of a Gryffindor; if this were a fantasy novel, they would be the perfect protagonist. “Why don’t you eat with us? F-For old time’s sake. It’s been so long and I really would like to catch up with you.” 

Your resolve nearly crumbles. This is the same girl who would bring sweet candies in her pocket in case you got hungry during class. But, if this were a fantasy novel, you would only be an extra; fated to walk a path so different from the likes of James Potter and Lily Evans.

“Maybe next time,” You say, unconvincing to even your own ears. 

FROM ACROSS the Great Hall, another conversation is taking place. 

“I am telling you, Minerva, I caught them talking again in the infirmary,” says Poppy Pomfrey to her fellow teacher, a spry grin on her kind face. 

“Poppy, as I’ve told you, I do not make a habit out of discussing my students’ personal lives,” McGonagall replies tiredly, slicing into her dinner plate of steak and kidney pie. She pauses for a few moments, before pushing up her spectacles with a wrinkly smile. “But, perhaps, I’ll let this slide just this once. Tell me all about it. I’ve also heard that—” 

“ACTA NON VERBA.”

Deeds, not words. 

Truly a befitting password for the House of bravery and recklessness. The Fat Lady’s portrait gasps in delight, raising her champagne glass to you. Seconds later, the Gryffindor common room is revealed to you. (Most of the Ravenclaw prefects have the House passwords memorized, in case they encounter a lost student outside the dormitories who has forgotten the passcode. It happens more often than one would like. Although it isn’t just first-years who are often stuck outside. You’ve stumbled upon Frank Longbottom many times before in a heated argument with the Fat Lady.) 

“Oh!” Alice, bundled up in a red scarf and a wooly jumper, is startled to find you at the entrance. She breathily says your name, eyes crinkling as she smiles widely. “What a pleasant surprise! Oh my Gods—it’s so nice to see you again. How’s the head? Last time I saw you, you were bleeding everywhere.”

“I didn’t get amnesia. So that was good.” You head inside the room, instantly enveloped in a familiar warmth, a welcoming hug as if you had never strayed far. “Thank you. For that day, I mean. For bringing me to Madam Pomfrey.”

She waves you off. “Don’t mention it.” 

“But. . .” Alice cocks her head with a conniving smile. “Don’t tell anyone else this, but when James found out it had been the Gryffindor team’s co-captain who hit the Quaffle your way, I heard James put him through some intense training. He must’ve had to run a hundred laps around the pitch for a week straight.  Poor guy even had to wash everyone’s jerseys without magic.” 

“What?” You shriek. “But it was just an accident. Surely, James wouldn’t—”

Alice tweaks your nose with a chuckle. “Oh, for you? He would.”

You have the strangest urge to throw yourself out of the tower. 

You cough into your first, desperate to shift the conversation topic otherwise you’d spontaneously combust. “S-So, where’s Remus? We agreed to work on our Divination project here—if that’s alright with you and the others, of course.” 

“Ha!” Alice exclaims, palming her forehead. “So that’s why the tower stinks of flipping perfume.” She snickers at your bewildered expression, before engulfing you in a bear hug. “It’s so good to see you. You’re welcome here anytime, you know that.”

“Thank you, Alice.” You squeeze her back, giving yourself just this one time because you really did miss her.

Alice takes a step backwards before roaring loud enough to shake the ceiling. “Remus!”

“Get down here! Your girlfriend is waiting!”

You break out in a coughing fit. “I am not his girlfriend.” 

“Not yet.” Alice winks at you, patting your cheek before skipping out the common room. 

You hear the heavy footfalls of someone coming down the stairs. Moments later, you see Remus Lupin beaming at you, casually dressed, hair damp and tousled over his brows, broad shoulders stretching his white top, and fluffy, mismatched socks over his feet. He walks over to you in record speed. 

“You came,” He says huskily. 

“I did.” 

“You look beautiful today.” Remus grins wolfishly, dimples poking out of his cheeks, flecks of light in his hazel eyes. 

You blink owlishly, dumbfounded. You peer at your clothes—nothing fancy or experimental. “This is how I normally dress, though.” 

“I know.” 

Remus smiles, swiftly taking your bookbag from you. (Alice was right. He smells like a basket of green apples, old leather tomes, and sandalwood. Not that you mind.) You follow him to the couches by the fireplace. 

“Where’s Sirius?” You look around the common room as you sink into the red sofa. There’s a pair of third-years playing chess, a young girl feathering her hand across the bookcase; sunlight streaming in from the tall windows. 

But no sign of Sirius Black. 

“Miss me, did you, love?” 

Sirius chuckles into your ear—you jump out of your skin, clutching at your knees in fright. 

“Merlin’s tits—!” 

You gasp for air while Sirius and Remus laugh at your expense. “You fucking wanker!” You grab one of the quilted pillows as Sirius jumps over the back of the couch. “You’re an idiot, Sirius Orion.” 

“There.” Sirius flops right down on the sofa; his hair tied up in a low bun, silver rings around his fingers. “Now you don’t look so bloody scared and nervous around us. We don’t bite, you know.” He pauses, then grins devilishly at you. “Unless you ask.” 

You slap your palms against your lap. “Anyways—!” 

Nostrils flaring as you take a deep breath—this is going to be a long day. You begin setting the parchments, feather quills, and Divination textbooks on the coffee table, along with a notebook where you had written some observations during the week. “When we were out—erm—birdwatching the other day, I noted down the birds that flew by for our readings. For Remus, it was a flock of Firecrests. And—” 

“I’m very sorry, loveliest love, but none of this makes any bloody sense to me.” Sirius goes through the Divination volumes you had checked out from the library, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “Tea reading, I can tolerate. But studying bird droppings really isn’t my thing.” 

You glare heatedly at him, oddly defensive about the subject. “We’re not studying bird droppings, you plonker. There’s so much more to Ornithomancy than what meets the eyes. You see, nature connects everything. From the number of birds you encounter, to which direction they fly, their pattern of flight, down to the colors of their wings.” 

You point to the glaring page from Snallygasters and Omens: Vol. 1 where a picture of a Jobberknoll jumps out. “This bird flies to the east because the east governs new beginnings and warm springs after winter. Blue wings symbolize reliability. One day in the future you’ll be tasked with a huge responsibility. A family could entrust their godson to you, who knows? You have to be clear-headed, Sirius. Your emotions can get the best of you if you’re not careful.” 

Without even pausing to breathe, you say, “Remus. The firecrest. Smallest bird in the wizarding world, but will dare to fly higher than any other creature, even the king of birds. The firecrest and its flock were flying to the south that day, Remus. To the place of passion and life. Love. Beauty.” 

“So it’s. . . it’s more than just bird droppings!” 

By the end of it all, your chest is heaving, fingers trembling with adrenaline; Remus and Sirius gazing at you with stars in their eyes, devotion pouring from their growing smiles. (Oh, how their hearts beat for you.) 

Sirius tips your chin with his knuckle, leaning closer until you feel his breath on your nose. “Welcome back, princess.”

NIGHT FALLS WITHOUT anyone’s permission. James, Lily, and Peter make their way back to the Gryffindor tower, patches of sunburn on their nose after spending the entire day outside observing bird flight patterns. Like Sirius, Lily has her mind firmly set against the philosophies of Divination; the mumbo jumbo not really all that comprehensible to her. As they enter the common room, her hand in James’s, they’re greeted by a rare sight—one that Lily didn’t think she would see again. 

Sirius is sitting on the floor by the fireplace, wand tucked behind his ear, a pile of books at his side, his brows contorted in frustration as he drowns in the pages of When Fortunes Turn Fowl. He presses his finger to his lips when his silvery eyes fall on Lily and James, jerking his head to the scene across him. 

Lily fails to bury her smile when she sees you snoring away at Remus’s lap, his fingers absentmindedly knitting through strands of your hair. The space is bedecked in loose pages with scribbled notes on them and ink stains on the carpet. 

“I take it you three got further along than we did,” Lily whispers as she kneels beside Remus, softly nudging his chin as she captures him in a fond kiss. 

Remus smiles into her lips. “A month’s worth of progress, at least. Thanks to this one here. I don’t think I’ll ever look at a bird the same way again.” 

“Who knew our little eagle had a knack for Divination?” Lily chuckles, gaze softening as she delicately drags her knuckle down your cheek. “It’s getting pretty late. Should we wake her up?” 

Remus shakes his head. “No. Let her sleep a bit more.” 

Selfishly, Lily agrees. She traces the tip of your nose, the pillows of your lips, before retracting her hand with a long sigh. “We used to talk about anything and everything until the sun rose. Now, it seems like I can never catch up to her no matter how fast I run.”

“Lily—” 

“Don’t worry,” says Lily. “I am nothing if not stubborn. She’ll know my wrath soon.” 

Sirius snickers. “How charming.” 

The fire crackles and you mumble something, deep in slumber, shifting in Remus’s hold, “Only one percent. . . of the world’s population is . . . is naturally redheaded.” 

“Is that right?” Lily grins from ear to ear. 

Just you wait, Lily is going to sweep you off your feet.

(Something she should have done years ago.) 

“IS THAT A new jumper?”

Pandora simpers knowingly, heterochromatic eyes uncovering your every secret—the beads in her long braids click as she keeps in time with your brisk pace. She teasingly pulls at the oversized sweater. “It looks good on you.” 

You narrow your eyes at her, watchfully twisting your arms around your waist. “It was cold this morning, alright? Remus lent it to me. It’s not a big deal. It’s what friends do, right?” 

“So, you’re friends now?” Pandora muses. “Well, thank the Gods, because it has been excruciating watching you tiptoe around one another. It only took you lot three years, but it’s better than never, eh?” 

“Wilderwood! No magic in the corridors! That’s five points from Slytherin!” You bark at the stubborn fifth-year who grins sheepishly at you, before you reply to Pandora, an ache forming at the back of your head. “It’s complicated. Everything was sort of awkward in the beginning.” 

You think of last night, how Sirius was especially keen on making you laugh every few seconds; Remus would inch closer to you, head nearly on your shoulder as he peeks at the notes you’ve jotted down. You could barely think straight in their presence. Then, you remember waking up earlier this morning, James sprawled all over Sirius and Lily on the couch; Remus’s nose fully buried in his drawing book.

“But. . .” You trail off, remembering Remus’s arms around you as he sent you off, careful not to wake the others. (“I am a selfish bastard, pet,” He whispers into your hair, “I’m sorry, but let me steal this morning from them.”)

“It’s like coming home after a long day.”

“Brilliant!” Pandora exclaims, roughly laying her hands on your shoulders as she ushers you past the cobblestone walkway and into the grassfield, where the Quidditch Pitch rests in the near distance. You hadn’t even realized that you were a little ways from the castle already. “Tell them that!” 

“What?” You squawk. “Are you mad, woman?”

You hear the sound of brooms zipping by at an unimaginable speed. The crowd clamors over the announcer’s intense commentary. Your legs feel like they’ve been jinxed to feel like jelly. You hate Quidditch. 

“GRYFFINDOR SCORES! — That’s one-hundred and twenty in all! — Still no snitch yet! Hurry on, Potter! Mulciber’s got nothing on you– Ow! Professor! — Fawley heads for the goal! — Great deflect by Black! — Bletchley misses! — Another point for Gryffindor! We might as well end the game now!”

“Mr. Prewett!” You hear McGonagall scold into the charmed megaphone. 

“Sorry, Minnie! Anyway! — Mulciber and Potter race for the Snitch! Potter reaches out! — Surprisingly good manoeuvre from Mulciber! — Come on, James! — He’s almost got it! — It’s right there!”

You wait with a bated breath.

The crowd goes absolutely wild.

“Potter’s got it! — GRYFFINDOR HAS WON!” 

“Go on now, treasure. Before the Wrackspurts get inside your head again.” Pandora urges you forward, dusting the invisible creatures off your shoulders. As you take one step into the field, fireworks of gold and scarlet light up the sky, the Gryffindor teams’ cries of victory shake the ground; you hear Fabian screaming into the megaphone. Your fingers go numb. “Don’t let another day go by without expressing your heart,” says Pandora into your ear, almost a gust of wind if you hadn’t been paying attention. “Go to them. They are waiting for you.”

“But what if they aren’t?” You watch as the sun descends on the Gryffindor team lifting James in the air, Golden Snitch in his gloved hand. Sirius catches Lily by the waist, twirling her up high; her smile more dazzling than any other gem you’ve seen. As James is set back down on the ground, he snatches Remus unaware and bends him down for a fervent kiss.

“Dora, what if I’m the only one who feels this way? I can’t do that to them. What are the chances that I’ll ruin everything? That would hurt more than anything.”

Pandora cups your cheeks and lays her forehead on yours. “You won’t ever know unless you go out there.”

With that, she pushes you into the Quidditch pitch. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, ears ringing from the crowd chanting James’s name, and your heart pounding in fear. 

“J-James. . .” You call out weakly as he drowns in the sea of students.

Perhaps it’s a sign.

This really wasn’t a good idea.

Love is a fool’s game.

Don’t you get it? They don’t need you in the picture at all.

“N-No!” You shout, chest heaving. If everything happens for a reason, maybe you were meant to meet in that train compartment all those years ago. You’ve lost three years with them already.

If you don’t go to them right now, you could lose a lifetime. 

If bravery is for the reckless and arrogant, you’re prepared to be the most depraved witch in the castle just to stay by their side. 

“James—!”

“Go, go, Gryffindor!”

You bite your lip in frustration—but you can’t just give up. Not now. 

Once more.

“JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER!”

Please.

Time stops as you stand at the edge of the field; James whips his head around and finds you instantly. The glow of having just won a match doesn’t even compare when his eyes land on you. He pushes past his team members and some of the Gryffindor students, his gaze unwavering, some of them call out his name but he doesn’t bother looking back. Before you even know it, he stands in front of you, breathing heavily—but not from the rush of the game.

“You’re here,” He says, eyes disappearing into his smile. “But you hate Quidditch.”

“I do.” You grin wearily. “But I love you more.”

Without even giving James the chance to speak, you ramble on, hurricanes whirling in your stomach, “You’re a bloody brilliant wizard, James Potter. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you that before. I see you. I see all of you. How could I not? I love you. I think I’ve loved all of you before I knew it was even love. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same w—” 

James grabs the back of your legs and hoists you up, tendrils of hair falling over his glasses as he beams at you. The sun can’t even dream of competing with him. 

“Put me down, James, I am going to hurl—!”

He spins you one more time for good measure before placing you on the ground. James barely gives you a second to gather your bearings as he seizes your lips with his own, hand cradling the back of your neck. 

“You’re here,” He says, unable to believe his very eyes, gently chasing after your lips, breaths mingling until you don’t remember where either begins or ends. “Don’t leave. Please.”

“I won’t. I won’t.” You promise breathlessly as James pecks the tip of your nose, the arch of your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Beautiful.” He kisses you until you’re gasping for air. “And all ours.” 

There’s not a moment where you don’t feel loved, not even when he lets you go, and it’s Lily who encompasses you in her arms, bright hair filling your vision; you willingly burn in the warmth of her body. The mellow scent of pomegranates and red roses fill your nose. You see a never-ending horizon of kindness in her emerald eyes. (How could you have stayed away for so long?) It’s like finding a missing piece of your soul that you never knew that was lost. 

Lily laughs—it sounds like an orchestral symphony. Her gaze cascades to your lips, the prettiest of smiles on her face; she cradles the curve of your jaw with utmost sincerity, a few drops of tears shimmering against her freckled skin. “May I?”

“Please.” You feel her breath tickling your lips, deftly pulling you in for a kiss until all you can feel is her. She consumes every inch of you, and you are happy to surrender, heart and soul. 

“You must be the thickest Ravenclaw I’ve ever met,” says Lily, giggling as she kisses you once, twice—thrice. 

“And that means?” You scoff lightheartedly. 

She steals another kiss from you. “That means: I hope you know that we have loved you ever since, you daft witch. That I’ve loved you all this time. And now that you’re ours, we are going to make sure you remember that. Every single day for the rest of our lives.” 

You smile, holding onto her hand, dizzy with a hundred emotions. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

(Your Divination project is a point lower than Lily, Peter and James’s, but you find that it’s the luckiest fortune you’ve ever had.) 

EPILOGUE:

“I LOVE QUIDDITCH!” 

You are twenty-two years old, nose bitten from the chilly air, lounging in the best seating area the Quidditch World Cup has to offer; an unobstructed view of the players. The match is between the Brazilian and Japanese National Quidditch teams. Much to Sirius and James’s chagrin, your cheek is painted in yellow and green stripes, the vibrant flag around your shoulders. 

You scream along with the crowd, nearly spilling your Butterbeer popcorn, as the Brazilian players enter the vast stadium. You ardently shake Lily’s shoulders. “That’s him! That’s him! Lily, it’s Brazil’s youngest ever Seeker! Vinícius Silva! I watched a replay of his matches and he’s got a seventy-eight percent win rate!”

“Watch out, love, you’ll fall off the edge if you aren’t careful,” Lily says worriedly.

“His fastest record for catching the Golden Snitch is ten minutes and thirty seconds! He’s won Most Outstanding Player in the Junior Division twice! I’ve got a good feeling about this team—I knew those auguries were a lucky sign.” 

“The only Seeker you should be obsessing over is me.” You hear James grumbling behind your back, stealing a kiss from Lily’s lips before pressing his mouth to your cheek. “And you bloody well know that Japan’s Chaser, Kurosawa, is going to steal the limelight in this match. An average possession time of thirty seconds per play. A beast, that one.” 

You wave him off, more confident in your statistics. “Did you place my bets? I’m telling you, we’re going to be rich.” 

“Yes, darling,” He says, utterly loving his role as the dutiful husband. 

Moments later, Sirius appears at his side, fussing over your scarf, and kissing you just because. “Can we take off your bloody hat now? I think you just blinded Malfoy and his little blonde gremlin.” 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” You simper fiendishly before smacking his arm. “And don’t call your nephew that.” 

Sirius grins.

You pull at one of his curls. “Besides, if you’re good you can take off everything later tonight.”

He pulls you in for a deep kiss, hand at your waist, nose brushing each other’s. “And that is why I love you, dear wife.” 

You pout, albeit seeing right through his white, little jape. “Truly?” 

Sirius lands another kiss to your forehead. “Are you doubting me, loveliest love of my life? The lighthouse in my ocean storms. The apple of my eye. Fire in my loins—”

You slap a hand over his mouth. “I get it, thank you, my love.” 

Sirius beams from ear to ear. “Glad to have eased your doubts, darling.”

Thirty minutes into the match, Remus arrives, dressed in a muted gray suit, light brown hair flopping over his eyes. He greets everyone with a tired kiss. 

You immediately wrap him in a hug, nuzzling your nose into his neck. He had a particularly difficult full moon some nights ago. You press a tender kiss to the scar right below his jaw. “How was work? Did you bring my binder? It has my lesson plan for next week, I don’t want to return to the castle unprepared, and—”

The newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor squeezes your waist. “Work was fine, pet. And no, I didn’t bring the papers because right now we are not working. We are going to watch Brazil win the bloody match and get right home to Harry after.” 

You, the newest Divination teacher of Hogwarts, tug him by his necktie, smiling coyly. “Sounds like a wonderful plan to me.” 

BONUS: 

“REMUS!”

The empty classroom is filled with soft, fervid moans—two professors especially drunk on the taste of each other’s lips. You’re seated on the desk, Remus wedged between your thighs, his hand inching dangerously higher and higher; the other hand slipping under your shirt and thumbing the bare skin underneath. He captures your whispers and mewls with his lips. Jackets and ties are tossed carelessly to the side. 

“So fucking beautiful.” He nips at your lower lip. 

“Rem. . .” You whimper, tugging at the strands of his hair. “Remus—please!” 

The door to the DADA classroom slams open and you two detangle from each other’s embrace in record speed. As you pat down your hair, Remus draping his blazer over your shoulders, you watch Lily and Harry stalk over to you in lengthy strides, reaching the both of you within seconds. You clear your throat, awkwardly averting your gaze from your son’s precious eyes; Lily, a moment away from throwing her head back in laughter. 

Harry, fourteen, and not at all ignorant to what couples do in the castle alcoves, sees the ruffled hair, the lipstick over his father’s cheeks and neck, and his parent’s misbuttoned blouse. 

He grimaces. “You two are disgusting, you know that right?” 

You guffaw, pinching his cheek. “Now, is that any way to greet the person who’s changed your diapers since you were a baby?” 

Lily cackles from Remus’s side, fixing the collar of his shirt. “Harry’s got a bit of a problem. Go on, tell them, my love.” 

Harry immediately throws his hands in the air, groaning frustratedly. “It’s Ron! He thinks I put my name in the bloody Goblet—!” 

“Which, I will still be having a word with Dumbledore about,” You say decisively. You’re not about to endanger your son. The Minister of Magic and the Headmaster be damned. They can also take it up with your husband, James, Head Auror of the Magical Law Enforcement department. 

“And now Ron’s not talking to me, Hermione’s not talking to me because I’m not talking to Ron—Colin’s following me around everywhere I go! I’m going mad, mum!” Harry slumps on one of the empty chairs, huffing. “Stupid bloody tournament.” 

You chuckle as you walk over to him, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu. “Take it from me.” You press a warm kiss to his forehead. “Talk to them, otherwise you’ll lose time that was meant to be spent together. It doesn’t matter who was wrong or who was right. It’s important that you have the courage to reach out. They’re your friends. They will understand your heart soon enough.” 

Harry blinks. “Thanks.” 

He exits the classroom in a daze, heavily pondering on your words. 

The door clicks shut, and Lily wordlessly locks the entrance. She turns to you and Remus, a sultry grin on her ruby red lips. “What are the chances we Floo home, and invite Sirius and James to join us?” 

You take her outstretched hand. “A hundred and twelve.”

a/n. i wasn't satisfied with the angst here.. so expect a hufflepuff!reader and enemies to lovers next time (i promise to do better in the next fic aaakfsh) tell me what u thought of this one EUEUEU HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS FIC!! heart heart

[my-my-my]

Hello! Do u still accept requests? If yes , then just imagine Aizen and s/o taking bath together... I wanna read it from you, since you are my favorite author. I hope ur doing well! (Ps. can we have Aizen in Hueco Mundo) I hope u will accept my request

I'm sorry for the late reply, but yes I'm still taking requests! Thank you for your incredibly kind words, I'm touched! I hope this is to your liking. Thank you for your patience, always. I received a similar ask, so I'll be combining these two requests.

TW: NSFW, hand job, fingering, and... gentle dom!Aizen

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Las Noches would forever leave you in awe. Its stark white architecture, grandiose ceilings in contrast to the ever chaotic and brutal landscape of Hueco Mundo, was a sight to behold. On one hand, you were amazed Lord Aizen could have designed such an intricate, yet heavily fortified palace, but on the other… the man’s intellect was incomprehensible – a palace such as this was to be expected from him. He knew what he wanted; he had expectations set for everything and everyone in his vicinity.

Even you.

At first it frightened you, how high his expectations were for everything and everyone, even himself. Yet as time went on, he was a man on a mission, a goal pushed forward by an idea… and he could not afford mistakes.

Even someone like you, a soul swept up in Lord Aizen’s machinations, had a role to play in his grand scheme. You never asked Lord Aizen what this arrangement you two had, one that started in Soul Society. You weren’t strictly a bed fellow for him, as he often wanted your company for his morning tea, or evening walks. The relationship you two had was for you, undefined, but also clear that you were the only person providing him of some type of companionship, not only physically, but possibly mentally.

Tonight wasn’t a night for an evening stroll though. You had grown accustomed to Lord Aizen’s schedule, his underlying quirks and preferences. A part of you knew that tonight, for some reason, he wanted a nice, relaxing bath.

You had requested Tosen-san for permission to enter the World of the Living to procure the necessary items for tonight. Almond oil and rose water shower items that you knew would suit Lord Aizen’s whims and ideally, help him relax.

His personal bathroom was also a wonder in its own right. Similar to the rest of Las Noches, it was minimal in design, but surprisingly not grand. The bath itself was designed for two people to move around freely, with black trimmings and faucets to accompany it. There was an accompanying shower close by, with similar features. You began the preparations for his bath – turning on the faucet for warm water to flow, occasionally swirling it with your hand to check the temperature. You were clad in a simple, silk robe gifted to you by Lord Aizen, only to be worn in his quarters (well, your quarters that the two of you shared).

A small part of you doubted yourself though, maybe you did not know him as well as you thought? Maybe he wouldn’t have a bath today. Maybe he took one as you were roaming the Las Noches garden (that he designed for you). You were never sure of where you stood with him, a lover? A friend? A stranger he humoured?

“Thank you for preparing the bath tonight.” Lord Aizen said as he entered the room. His voice startled you, your early doubts fading away. Another thing you were certain of Lord Aizen was his awareness of your attention. If you weren’t focused on the here, the now and him, well… your bottom ached at the last time you were unfocused in his presence.

“It’s my pleasure, Aizen-sama. I had a feeling you wanted one tonight. How was your day?” You asked, as you proceeded to help him take off his clothes.

It didn’t matter how many times you saw him like this, you couldn’t help but have a faint blush in his state of undress. As you undid his magenta sash, he leaned forward to leave a faint kiss on your forehead. A silent thank you. He proceeded to undo your robe, leaving you completely bare to him.

He kissed and nipped along your neck as you continued with his robe. His deep voice rumbling through your body as he continued to speak, “it went well. Preparations are set for when the humans arrive.” You hummed as he continued through his day.

Once he was fully nude, you led him to the shower. He leaned down as you massaged his scalp, his thick brown hair lathered with shampoo. His hair was incredibly soft, and this was one of the few times where you could freely touch him. Once his hair was clean, you gently began to lather his body, softly massaging his back along the way.

“Sir…” you murmured, continuing to clean him, “you’re particularly tense today. Is everything alright?”

Aizen tensed some more, saying your name, “everything is fine.” His back, tensing up in response. You knew that tone, it was a tone where no further questions were to be asked, so you kissed his shoulder blade as an apology.

“Then let me help you relax, Lord Aizen.” You said, reaching your arms to his front. Your fingers ghosted over the expanse of his chest, trailing further down towards his cock. It was soft in your hands, but twitched ever so slightly as your breasts were pushed up against him.

You hummed a small song as you moved your hand up and down his cock. You smiled to yourself as you heard Lord Aizen’s breath hitch.

Calling your name, Lord Aizen pulled your hands away from him and stopped the shower. He pulled you to the bath, forcing you into his lap. His face was slightly flushed from the heat of the shower, is this what “dripping with good looks” meant?

You pushed towards him for a kiss, moaning as he pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers,

That’s not fair you thought, pulling away from him with a pout. Lord Aizen smirked, as if he knew what you were thinking. You yelped in his lap as he nipped your breasts. He lapped at your sensitive buds, while holding you firmly in place.

With a “pop”, he freed your nipple from his ministrations and trailed kisses back up your neck. You huffed in response and pushed him down, your hands finding his slowly-growing, erect cock. You gave him a glare as you wrapped your hand around it, pumping him slowly.

But Lord Aizen was unfazed and continued to stare you down as you quickened your pace. You kissed his lips, then across his chest; quick pecks to show him your unwavering affection for him.

You felt his hand lay gently on your head as he pet you. You looked up at him, eyes wide and filled with joy as he called you his good girl.

You smiled as he closed his eyes. You knew he was close when his shoulders dropped and he leaned forward for another kiss. His breaths became pants as you squeezed his cock gently and with a groan, his cum spilled into the water.

“I think we need to take another shower, Lord Aizen.” You cheekily said, with a grin adorning your face. Bits of his cum laying on his chest and your body. Lord Aizen nuzzled your cheek, “and it’s time for my queen to receive her reward.”

Queen?! You thought, shock written all over your face. But before you could ask, Aizen pulled you out of the water and pushed you against the wall. Cupping your chin, he left you a deep kiss, as his fingers glided over your wet pussy. Another moan escaped into the kiss as you felt him push two fingers in, with a third following.

You felt the familiar waves of an orgasm approaching, as his thumb flicked your clit with every pump of his fingers. His other hand was wrapped securely around your throat, not enough pressure to choke you, but enough that you couldn’t move your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Please sir,” you begged, your orgasm approaching, “I need to cum!” You pleaded, tears pricking your eyes.

You couldn’t read his expression, but you knew he was satisfied with your response as he pulled his fingers out of you. Your legs felt weak until he propped you against him, and with one swift motion, pushed his cock through your sopping wet pussy.

You threw your head back in a loud groan as he began to bounce you on his cock. You knew he wouldn’t last quickly from his own orgasm moments ago, so you squeezed around him. Lord Aizen narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace, your back began to hurt from his unrelenting pace.

“Does my queen still want to cum?” Lord Aizen asked, as one hand left your hip to your clit. You nodded your head, moans and babbles of “yes, please sir”. Lord Aizen kissed your check and rubbed your clit as his pace turned sloppy. Your orgasm hit you with such intensity, you thought you saw stars, as Aizen pumped his cum deep inside you.

The room was quiet save for the panting from the two of you. Lord Aizen gently lowered your legs back to the floor, a satisfied grin gracing his face as he watched his cum drip down your thighs.

The two of you steadied your breathing, as your body began to ache from all of Lord Aizen’s prior ministrations. Cupping your face into his large, warm hand, Lord Aizen towered over you. His voice was clear throughout the room, “you promised me another shower, did you not my queen?”

Thank you for reading!!

Here are the songs I was listening to set the vibe lol:

Saint Seduce & L2 - Sedna

박혜진 Park Hye Jin - Like This

Classixx - A Stranger Love (RAC Remix)

[mrstsung]

Shang tsung imagine/blurb/hcs:

*note: after some kind words from a mutual. And fellow shang fan. I'm making something to cheer me up and if anyone else feels the same. I'm not gonna let my brain be mean to me. And keep doing what i love*

Cw: i guess maybe warnings of anxiety,mental illness,and or just brain being mean? Either way reader is feeling down. So shang tsung is helping reader cheer up. Angst,hurt comfort? Slightly spicy mention

Reader is technically gn

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Imagine:

You weren't feeling so well and you're sitting down by shang's island shoreline. You often come down to the beach to meditate or think. But usually you're accompanied by a guard or by shang,your lover, himself. But this time,you're alone. All with your thoughts,they ate at you. Doubt spilled into your mind as tears fell. Why must your brain hate you?

Shang was worried when he didn't see you come into the bed chambers you both shared. Usually you're not out this late. Let alone,outside the main palace. Perhaps you're at the private teahouse? Shang wondered.

*(To put perspective,i hc shang's main palace keep,where he lives and is the living quarters for him,his lover and his personal guards,warriors and servents. All of the others usually stay in a separate area and smaller buildings near the dock port. The palace gardens lead to a pathway leading down a staircase behind the main keep,where a beachside tea house is,shang uses this teahouse as a personal one. Instead of the ones used by kombatants during tournaments. This teahouse is secluded,quiet,and peaceful. It is a mix between Japanese,and Chinese architecture. The reason being is him and raiden often do business when discussing anything related to tournaments. Despite being rivals and sort of enemies. They are respectful of one another and often discuss things as would any master of the martial arts would or even as an emperor or lords of their respective domains. In short. They aint always barking at each others throats,so to have them in petty squabbles all the time is boring and pointless. Anyways. You often might come to this teahouse to get away so to speak.)*

Shang tsung got on his silk red robe. A garment that was decorated by images of dragons and Phoenixes. Etched in gold and yellow. The flame patterns danced along with shades of deep purple and indigo at its base. A fine clothing fit for a man such as he. Simple black slippers he wore as he stepped out the doors to the bed chambers. Into the garden. He followed the stone path through the gardens,enveloped in moonlight. It danced through the trees. The warm summer air,not too hot surprisingly despite being an island. But there had been rain recently,so it was much cooler,but not by much. There was sweet smells of flowers. Tropical hibiscus,Asian lilies,and little lotuses in the pond all filled the night air. Soft sounds of crickets,frogs and other nighttime summer creatures also sang. As shang tsung made his way to the staircase,he heard soft whimpers from below,at the bottom. He swiftly but carefully descended the stairs. As he got closer. He saw you on a large rock. Weeping. The rock was adjacent to the teahouse. He carefully approached you.

"My dear? What are these tears? Why are you out here by yourself this late in the hour? Is something wrong?"

Shang asked softly but in a concerned manner.

As you struggle to make eye contact. And in a small cracked voiced stated

"I just don't understand why you love me? Why would you choose to spare me? I'm not the best warrior,even with your training. I'm constantly worried,i second guess myself,I'm a mess,im not as beautiful/handsome as some people,im just so...meh,i feel like I'm not worthy of anything even kindness. I just don't get it. Besides you could find better I'm sure,a better person than boring,average me."

You lay your head back down on your crossed arms,over your legs you propped them upon. Still crying.

Shang was taken aback. Where did this come from?! His beloved? Doubtful of his love? Who would dare put those thoughts into your head!? But shang tsung thought about it. Perhaps it is not of another,but of a troubled mind. One filled with the anxieties and stresses and struggles of life itself. He walked over to you,first removing the slippers as not to track sand. Barefoot he walked on the warm sand. When he got to you he placed his hand under your head,lifted your chin with his fingers and spoke with the most earnest,soft,and loving voice.

"My dear sweet y/n. Why did i spare you? Simply because i chose to,i could have killed you,taken your soul,and that would be it. But i didn't. But in that choosing i found one of the most kindest of souls. A soul so genuine and true. And you never once tried to be anything but what you are. Your training has served you well,as you are alive aren't you? *chuckles* obviously the woes of kpmbat has not forsaken you yet? Why? Because you're warrior spirit isn't one of physical prowess. It is not of duty of honor. It is simply love. And love is the most powerful energy of all. Love for life,love for being,and the perseverance of it despite of the world around you. You study hard,love hard,and even play hard. You have the soul of a champion,regardless of frivolous titles given by gods. You are a beautiful soul. Inside and out. You worry of others before yourself,you always put others before you. Even when it's hard to. You stuck at my side,even when You had every right to leave. But here,you remain. I'm obviously doing something right my dear. I know that the dark clouds of your mind get to you,but they too will pass. And that beautiful bright glow from you will shine once again. Even now as i look at your tear soaked face,red,and all full of sorrow."

You couldn't help but giggle at that,he always knew exactly what to say.

Shang continues as he sits beside you,comforting you the best way that he could.

"My darling,i simply adore you,all of you. Even the messy parts as you said. Hell I'm messy myself, *chuckles* I'm a sorcerer of soul magic and dark arts after all. But even a devil such as i can appreciate a flower that blooms in adversity. It is the most beautiful,and the most colorful and bright. And no matter what your mind may tell you,your soul never lies. Just as you have been there for me,i will be there for you. And you are deserving just as much as any other. Even more so as I'm concerned. And you are already worthy. Words fail me to truly encapsulate how my heart feels for you. But what i adore the most is your company,simply put. I admire your presence,your existence is enough. But i prefer it more when you're filled with innocent wonder,joyful laughter,and full of life and love. A hunger for knowledge and a pursuit for purpose. Your strive for perfection isn't the way. What is, my love,is the strive to be better than you were yesterday. But if words are not enough to show you i indeed love you. Than perhaps this would suffice..."

Shang tsung then placed his hand upon your cheek,and kissed you passionately. With all the yearning and intensity that ached in his heart to soothe the storm in yours.

All melted away,no more worry,all doubt ceased. All that was. Was you and him. The sounds of the ocean waves crashing softly,the crickets nearby the paths end. All was calm. Your tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy. How silly you felt for doubting your lover shang,let alone yourself.

Of course he loved you. And he loved you in his own way. As did you.

You both sat and talked a few more hours in the teahouse over some tea. Laughing at old stories,on occasion making flirtatious comments,thus leading into a spicier moment. And you both fell asleep soundly in the teahouse.

By morning you awoke to being wrapped only in shangs silk robe.

He with just his silken pants and hair pulled back. Sat at the opening,doors slid open. The warm summer sun outside,hot but ocean air came through the teahouse so it was cool enough.

You just sat there admiring the view. Of both your lover,and the sea. You went over to sit next to him. And layed you head on his shoulder.

He kissed your forehead. And as you both gazed at the ocean. All of your troubles were gone,you were ready to take on anything the day offered you.

Shang helped make you stand proud and firm in who you are. And for shang? Well you get to see his softer side,not many get that chance. How lucky are you?

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This was highly self indulgent. Sorry if it's longer than what i originally planned. But i got so sucked in as i was writing it.

Again no matter if others also self ship with shang, i know that my self ship is unique. And i gotta remind myself that and not be discouraged by this. And i love writing for him. And even if its very self indulgent.

I shouldn't be afraid to post my work. Even if one person likes it. Even if it gets zero recognition. I created something,and i need to remind myself. This is how i grow. Both as an artist and person. Those that matter don't mind,and those that mind dont matter,so to speak. And im glad that people do like my work. Even if its super self indulgent and specific at times.

Again sorry for rambles. Ugh.

Admin is in the feels ok?

I feel shang would want me to keep creating. And keep doing what i love. Him. Lol.

Anyways. I hope you like this. And i hope that this could cheer you up too if you're ever feeling down about yourself.

It helped me when writing it. <3

With love as always

🐍💚 -mrstsung

Hope y'all have a nice day/night.

[kumerish]

Saw you're in Paris (as you tweeted about visiting the Pompidou). As a fellow comics lover and an admirer of your work, I really recommend:

• Aapoum Bapoum. Simply the best BD, Comics and Manga store in France. If every comics store was like this one, there'd be no need to imagine a Hicksville or a Great Northern Brotherhood of Canadian Cartoonists.

• The BNF, if you're here at the invitation of your publisher, or you know how to call them, you could go and see originals by Franquin, Sempé, Peyo, and a great many more. I was there last week to look at some original Audubon watercolors & notebooks... Inspiring stuff

• Parc Astérix. Just to say you've been there, but also because it's fun

• The médiathèque Yourcenar has the largest collection of publicly available sequential art, 18 000+ , with a very large seating area. If you go there after school is out, or in the weekend, you will be able to experience a deep kinship with hundreds of readers in the same room thinking about comics

• The Metro station Arts & Métiers was designed by #1 Architecture Lover BD artist, François Schuiten.

• Do one of the Coulées Vertes! One is a train bridge reconverted into a walkway with tons of plants, one is a former tunnel/train track turned into a park as well

• Eat a Kouign Amann. One of the browner ones.

Thanks so mcuh for these recommendations! I was in Paris last week but I'll file these away. :o)

[dorothyrichwanders]

Dorothy's Travel Diaries: Hidden Gems of St. Petersburg, Russia

Hello, fellow wanderlust souls! 🌍✈️

Last year I had a mesmerizing trip to St. Petersburg, Russia, a city that feels like a beautiful mosaic of history, art, and enchanting canals. While many flock to the iconic sights of the Hermitage and the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood, I want to share some of my favorite lesser-known spots that truly made my visit unforgettable.

1. The Valaam Monastery If you're looking to escape the hustle and bustle of the city, take a boat trip to Valaam Island. This tranquil retreat, situated on Lake Ladoga, is home to the stunning Valaam Monastery. I spent an entire afternoon wandering through the serene grounds, savoring the peaceful ambiance away from the tourists. The monks have an impressive collection of art, and the natural beauty of the island is simply breathtaking. Bring a book and just relax by the water!

2. The Fabergé Museum Forget the lined-up crowds at the Hermitage for a moment and make your way to the Fabergé Museum. This gem houses a collection of exquisite Fabergé eggs and other ornate pieces of jewelry. What struck me most was not just the stunning craftsmanship but the intimate atmosphere of the museum, where you can experience the art up close without feeling rushed.

3. The Mariinsky Theater’s Open-Air Performances For a taste of culture without the formal dress code, I highly recommend catching an open-air performance at the Mariinsky Theater. I enjoyed a delightful performance of ballet right in the heart of the city. It’s such a lovely way to experience the elegance of Russian arts in a relaxed outdoor setting.

4. The Yusupov Palace Tucked away along the Moika River, the Yusupov Palace is a treasure trove of history and intrigue. Be sure to check out the rooms adorned with stunning interiors and the eerie history of Grigori Rasputin’s assassination here. The palace has a lesser-known garden that's perfect for a peaceful stroll when you want to escape into nature for a moment.

5. The Literature and Architecture Walking Tour As a literature lover, I was delighted to discover a walking tour that highlights the literary history of St. Petersburg. From Dostoevsky’s haunting inspiration to Pushkin's legacy, this tour gave me such a deeper understanding of the city’s influence on Russian literature. Definitely a stand-out experience!

Each of these spots made my visit richer and brought me closer to understanding the essence of St. Petersburg. I'd encourage you not only to visit but to also wander off the beaten path. Every corner of this city is alive with stories waiting to be discovered!

[lacreni]

Hi! I'm Lacreni! My big writblr WIP project is called Heroes of Ichor and Aether, but the series is on hiatus while I work my way through the exams to get my architectural license. (Current status: 3/6 exams passed. :D)

I'm a big lover of folktales and fairytales, fantasy, and horror, but I also love reading about history and natural science.

Read Escaping Perdition on Ao3

Links to EP worldbuilding posts and my other WIPs under the cut!

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Character art of Kai and Ollie, my sweet, sweet boys

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Pantheon part two: the Kids

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A Certain Slant of Light - Fantasy, folklore, mystery, academia

Strondheim University is the first of its kind, offering classes in witchcraft and alchemy alongside more mundane subjects. Drysia Sitova is glad to have a scholarship somewhere that her not-quite-human qualities won't draw attention, but she's more worried about not flunking out of English than her own magical potential. When her boyfriend develops a mysterious illness that leaves human doctors stumped she is forced to look for help from witches, magical creatures, and her fellow metahumans.

It soon becomes clear that not only are there monsters at Strondheim University, but if she's going to save both her scholarship and her love life she's going to have to figure out which ones she can trust.

Oh wow this bitch really likes making maps

Something Rotten - Mystery, fantasy, politics

When one of her peers in both nobility and academia dies under mysterious circumstances, Archmage Atia, Duchess of Tirest is devastated. Especially when police are unable to produce a cause of death and investigate what she's certain is a murder amongst Kentar's royals and elites. Determined not to let her old friend's death go unavenged, her Grace decides it's time to use her encyclopedic knowledge of magic and court politics to figure out how he was killed and who is responsible. Dahi, Lady Atia's indentured maidservant, would much prefer that her aging and infirm mistress not stay up to all hours going through magical texts and run all over the city talking to suspects. Only a year from being released from her contract, Dahi has been promised something truly unheard of by her beloved mistress: back wages for her years of faithful service. Wages she absolutely will not get if the old woman gets herself killed before the contract expires.

The Priestess and the Pirate - Romance, fantasy, swashbuckling

The Imperial Navy is a great place to hide away an illegitimate and unwanted prince. It's not quite as ideal for his attendant, Myrina, a priestess who has been tasked with keeping the young prince 'pure'. Barely older than his highness and just as delighted with the new sights and experiences of the open sea, Myrina has been struggling with the expectations of the church to keep the spare prince (and herself) from falling into the habits of the navy men they're surrounded with. When the Imperial flagship is attacked by pirates, both Myrina and her charge are captured. The pirate captain seems to be much less interested in the prince and his potential ransom than he is in prying Myrina away from her piety… but there are darker forces at work than the rakish pirate's personal desires.

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A Traveller’s Guide to Hotel Accommodations in Malaysia

Malaysia, a vibrant Southeast Asian gem, is renowned for its rich cultural tapestry, stunning natural landscapes, and bustling urban centers. Whether you’re visiting the dynamic capital Kuala Lumpur, the idyllic islands of Langkawi and Penang, or the serene rainforests of Borneo, choosing the right accommodation can make or break your travel experience. This guide will walk you through the different types of hotel accommodations in Malaysia, helping you find the perfect stay to suit your needs and budget.

1. Understanding Malaysia’s Hotel Categories

Malaysia offers a wide spectrum of hotel accommodations, ranging from luxury resorts to budget hostels, catering to every traveler’s preference.

Luxury Hotels and Resorts

For travelers seeking world-class comfort and top-tier amenities, Malaysia boasts numerous luxury hotels and resorts. Kuala Lumpur features iconic five-star hotels offer elegant rooms, fine dining, and panoramic city views, including the Petronas Twin Towers.

Island destinations like Langkawi and the Perhentian Islands feature lavish beachfront resorts with private villas, infinity pools, and spa services.

Mid-Range Hotels

Malaysia’s mid-range hotels provide a balanced mix of comfort and affordability. These accommodations are ideal for families and business travelers who want good facilities without the hefty price tag. Popular hotel chains offer clean, comfortable rooms with essential amenities in central locations. Many mid-range hotels also include swimming pools, fitness centers, and complimentary breakfast.

Budget Hotels and Hostels

Backpackers and budget travelers will find a vibrant scene of affordable lodging options throughout Malaysia. Cities like George Town in Penang and Kuala Lumpur have numerous hostels and guesthouses where you can meet fellow travelers. These accommodations focus on basic comforts, communal areas, and social atmospheres. Budget hotels such as Capsule by Container Hotel in Kuala Lumpur provide modern, space-efficient rooms at minimal cost.

2. Unique Accommodation Types in Malaysia

Aside from traditional hotels, Malaysia also offers unique lodging experiences.

Boutique Hotels

Boutique hotels in Malaysia are perfect for travelers who appreciate personalized service and artistic flair. In Georgetown, Penang, you’ll find beautifully restored heritage buildings turned into boutique hotels that combine colonial architecture with modern luxury. These hotels often provide themed interiors and locally inspired décor.

Homestays

If you want to immerse yourself in local culture, homestays are an excellent choice. These accommodations allow travelers to live with local families, often in rural or village settings. It’s a fantastic way to experience authentic Malaysian hospitality, taste homemade meals, and learn about traditional customs.

Eco-Lodges

Malaysia’s natural parks and islands offer eco-friendly lodges that focus on sustainability and environmental conservation. These lodges provide a close-to-nature experience while minimizing ecological footprints. Many are located in Borneo, where you can enjoy rainforest adventures and wildlife sightings.

3. Popular Destinations and Their Accommodation Highlights

Kuala Lumpur

The capital city is a hotspot for all accommodation types. From the ultra-luxurious to budget hostels in Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur caters to every traveler. Staying near the Petronas Towers or in the lively Bukit Bintang district offers easy access to shopping, dining, and nightlife.

Penang

Penang is famous for its UNESCO-listed George Town with charming heritage hotels and boutique accommodations. The beachfront areas of Batu Ferringhi offer resorts and hotels ideal for beach lovers. Penang’s accommodation options blend colonial charm with modern convenience.

Langkawi

Langkawi’s luxury resorts often sit on pristine beaches, providing stunning sunset views and access to island activities. Mid-range hotels are available in Kuah town, while budget travelers can find guesthouses scattered around the island.

Borneo (Sabah & Sarawak)

For adventurers, Borneo offers jungle lodges, river resorts, and unique longhouse stays with indigenous communities. Kota Kinabalu has a variety of hotels ranging from budget to upscale. Those venturing into the rainforest can stay at eco-lodges or national park accommodations.

4. Tips for Booking Hotels in Malaysia

Book Early for Peak Seasons: Malaysia’s peak tourist season typically runs from June to August and during the December holidays. Popular destinations fill up quickly, so booking in advance ensures better prices and availability.

Check Location and Transport: Malaysia’s cities can be sprawling. Staying near public transport like the LRT in Kuala Lumpur or near main attractions can save time and transport costs.

Look for Deals and Packages: Many hotels offer special deals, including breakfast, airport transfers, or tour packages. Comparing prices on hotel booking platforms can save you money.

Consider Local Festivals: If you want to experience cultural events like Hari Raya, Chinese New Year, or the George Town Festival, book your accommodation well in advance.

5. What to Expect in Malaysian Hotels

Most Malaysian hotels provide a welcoming and warm atmosphere. English is widely spoken by hotel staff, and service standards are generally high, especially in urban areas. Many hotels feature amenities like free Wi-Fi, swimming pools, fitness centers, and onsite dining options. In resorts, you may find additional activities such as water sports, spa treatments, and guided tours.

Conclusion

Malaysia’s diverse hotel accommodations ensure every traveler can find a place that suits their taste, budget, and travel style. Whether you prefer the luxury of a five-star city hotel, the charm of a boutique heritage stay, or the adventure of an eco-lodge, Malaysia delivers memorable hospitality. Planning your stay with these insights will help you enjoy the best that this beautiful country has to offer.

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Bloomingdale Park District Museum

Tucked away in the heart of Bloomingdale, Illinois, the Bloomingdale Park District Museum is one of the community's most treasured cultural landmarks. With its rich history, diverse exhibits, and commitment to artistic expression, this museum offers a unique blend of local heritage and contemporary creativity. For both residents and visitors, the Bloomingdale Park District Museum serves as a dynamic cultural hub that brings people together through the power of art, education, and community engagement.

A Historic Setting with Deep Roots

The Bloomingdale Park District Museum is housed in one of the oldest buildings in the village. Built in 1893, the structure originally served as the Bloomingdale School, and it later became Bloomingdale’s Village Hall. Its transformation into a museum reflects the town’s dedication to preserving history while promoting cultural enrichment.

The building’s architectural charm, complete with its red-brick exterior and traditional design elements, is a reminder of the village’s past. Walking through its halls, visitors are immediately struck by the timeless atmosphere that fuses historic character with artistic expression.

A Center for Art and Culture

The Bloomingdale Park District Museum is known for its rotating exhibitions that showcase both local and regional talent. Its gallery spaces are thoughtfully curated to highlight a wide array of media, including painting, sculpture, photography, mixed media, and digital art. These exhibitions not only celebrate artistic achievement but also inspire dialogue and creativity among viewers.

Art lovers will appreciate the museum’s commitment to featuring emerging and established artists, ensuring that every visit offers something new and thought-provoking. Whether you are passionate about abstract art, realism, or contemporary installations, the museum presents a spectrum of styles to engage diverse interests.

Community-Focused Programming

What sets the Bloomingdale Park District Museum apart is its dedication to community involvement. The museum regularly hosts art receptions, workshops, and educational programs designed to engage residents of all ages. These events provide opportunities for locals to connect, learn, and create together in an inclusive and inspiring environment.

Workshops range from beginner-level art classes to specialized sessions for seasoned artists. Topics may include drawing techniques, printmaking, watercolor painting, and mixed media experimentation. These hands-on experiences foster a love for the arts and encourage self-expression.

For children and teens, the museum offers art camps and educational tours that blend fun with learning. These programs help young minds explore creativity, gain confidence, and appreciate the role of art in society.

Annual and Seasonal Events

The museum is also known for its annual events and seasonal showcases, which draw visitors from across the region. Popular events include juried art shows, themed exhibitions, and holiday displays that celebrate both artistic talent and cultural traditions.

One of the highlights of the museum’s calendar is its collaborative exhibitions, where local schools, art clubs, and community organizations are invited to display their work. These events reflect the museum’s core mission of community involvement and artistic celebration.

During the holiday season, the museum often transforms into a festive space featuring seasonal artwork, handcrafted decorations, and special programs that bring cheer to the entire family. From winter wonderland themes to Halloween art displays, the museum captures the spirit of each season through creative interpretation.

A Platform for Local Artists

The Bloomingdale Park District Museum serves as an important platform for local artists seeking exposure and professional growth. By exhibiting their work in a respected gallery setting, artists can gain recognition, network with fellow creatives, and engage with an appreciative audience.

In addition to traditional exhibitions, the museum provides opportunities for artists to participate in juried shows and solo exhibitions. These events are highly anticipated within the regional art scene and often feature artist talks, receptions, and community meet-and-greets that further enrich the cultural experience.

Preserving Local History

While the museum is primarily known for its art exhibitions, it also plays a role in preserving and celebrating Bloomingdale’s local history. Permanent displays and occasional historical exhibits shed light on the village’s heritage, offering insights into its founding, growth, and cultural milestones.

Artifacts, photographs, and archival materials are carefully preserved and presented to help residents connect with their town’s past. This dual focus on art and history makes the Bloomingdale Park District Museum a unique destination that educates as well as entertains.

Supporting Education and Lifelong Learning

Education is at the heart of the museum’s mission. Whether through docent-led tours, school partnerships, or public lectures, the museum fosters a deeper understanding of the arts and humanities. Visitors can explore various artistic styles, learn about different cultural movements, and engage in critical thinking through curated content.

Adults seeking enrichment can attend artist-led discussions, technique-focused seminars, and cultural events that broaden their artistic perspectives. Meanwhile, the museum's collaboration with local schools ensures that students have access to enriching experiences outside the traditional classroom.

Accessibility and Location

Conveniently located within the Bloomingdale community, the museum is easily accessible and offers ample parking for visitors. Its central location makes it a popular stop for residents as well as those visiting the area from neighboring towns like Roselle, Glendale Heights, and Carol Stream.

Admission is often free or low-cost, reinforcing the museum’s commitment to making art and culture accessible to everyone. With its welcoming atmosphere and intimate gallery spaces, visitors of all ages and backgrounds feel encouraged to explore and engage.

Supporting the Museum

The Bloomingdale Park District Museum thrives on community support. Local sponsorships, volunteer programs, and donations all play a vital role in helping the museum sustain its exhibitions and programming. Residents can get involved by becoming museum members, attending fundraising events, or volunteering their time to assist with operations.

Supporting the museum means investing in the cultural vitality of Bloomingdale. It ensures that future generations will continue to have a place to discover art, celebrate history, and connect with their community.

Why the Museum Matters

In a time when digital entertainment dominates daily life, the Bloomingdale Park District Museum offers a refreshing and meaningful alternative. It provides a quiet space for reflection, discovery, and inspiration. Through its dedication to the arts and history, the museum fosters a sense of identity and belonging among residents.

For families, students, artists, and lifelong learners, the museum serves as a cornerstone of Bloomingdale’s cultural landscape. Its evolving exhibitions, educational programs, and commitment to local engagement make it an invaluable asset to the village and the broader DuPage County area.

Final Thoughts

The Bloomingdale Park District Museum in Bloomingdale, IL, is more than a cultural institution—it is a celebration of community spirit, creativity, and heritage. With its charming historic setting, engaging exhibitions, and robust educational offerings, it invites everyone to explore the beauty and significance of the arts.

Whether you're an artist looking for inspiration, a parent seeking enriching activities for your children, or a history buff wanting to connect with the past, the Bloomingdale Park District Museum is a destination worth visiting time and again.

Make it a part of your local experience, and discover the heart of Bloomingdale through the lens of art and culture.

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The Ultimate Fitzroy Itinerary: Explore the Best with a Stay at a Nomad’s Hostel

Fitzroy, one of Melbourne’s most vibrant and eclectic neighbourhoods, is a must-visit for any traveller. With its rich history, diverse culture, and dynamic arts scene, Fitzroy offers various activities and sights to explore.

If you stay at Tram Stop 14, you’re in the perfect spot to start your adventure. This guide will provide you with a detailed itinerary to make the most out of your stay in Fitzroy, highlighting the best activities and attractions in the area of your nomads’ hostel.

Day 1: Arrival and Initial Exploration

Morning: Check-In at a Nomad’s Hostel

Kick off your Fitzroy experience by checking into Tram Stop 14. Renowned for its welcoming atmosphere and convenient location, Tram Stop 14 is an affordable backpacker hostel that provides a comfortable base for your explorations. After settling in, take some time to get acquainted with the hostel’s amenities and meet fellow travellers.

Afternoon: Lunch at Brunswick Street

Head to Brunswick Street, the heart of Fitzroy’s dining and shopping scene. This bustling street is lined with cafes, restaurants, and boutiques. Grab a bite at one of the many eateries offering a range of cuisines, from vegan delights to hearty pub fare. Brunswick Street is also excellent for people-watching and soaking in the local vibe.

Evening: Explore the Street Art

Fitzroy is famous for its vibrant street art. Wander through the laneways and side streets to discover stunning murals and graffiti by local and international artists.

Start at Rose Street and work through Napier Street and Johnston Street. The colourful art will give you a taste of Fitzroy’s creative spirit and create excellent photo opportunities.

Day 2: Cultural and Historical Highlights

Morning: Visit the Fitzroy Gardens

Start your day with a visit to the Fitzroy Gardens. Although not technically in Fitzroy, this nearby park is a beautiful green space perfect for a morning stroll. Explore the Conservatory, which houses a variety of exotic plants and flowers, and don’t take advantage of the Fairies’ Tree, carved with intricate designs.

Afternoon: Melbourne Museum and Royal Exhibition Building

The Melbourne Museum and the adjacent Royal Exhibition Building are a short walk from our nomads’ hostel. The museum offers fascinating exhibits on natural history, Indigenous cultures, and Melbourne’s history. The Royal Exhibition Building, a UNESCO World Heritage site, is an architectural gem worth exploring.

Evening: Dinner at Gertrude Street

Gertrude Street is another foodie hotspot in Fitzroy. Known for its trendy bars and top-notch restaurants, it’s the perfect place to enjoy dinner. Whether you’re in the mood for fine dining or casual eats, Gertrude Street has something to satisfy every palate. After dinner, consider grabbing a drink at one of the many bars in the area.

Day 3: Shopping and Local Experiences

Morning: Breakfast at a Local Cafe

Fitzroy is home to some of Melbourne’s best cafes, making it ideal for a leisurely breakfast. Try the local favourite, Industry Beans, for a delicious meal and expertly brewed coffee. Enjoy the relaxed atmosphere and fuel up for a day of shopping and exploration.

Afternoon: Shop at Smith Street

Smith Street is a shopping haven in Fitzroy, offering a mix of vintage stores, designer boutiques, and quirky shops. Spend the afternoon browsing and shopping for unique souvenirs. If you’re interested in sustainable fashion, Smith Street has several shops focusing on eco-friendly clothing and accessories.

Evening: Live Music at The Night Cat

Fitzroy has a lively music scene, and The Night Cat is one of the best venues to experience it. With live music performances ranging from jazz to reggae, it’s a great spot to enjoy a night out. Check their schedule for events and enjoy the vibrant atmosphere with fellow music lovers.

Day 4: Art and Relaxation

Morning: Visit the Centre for Contemporary Photography

Art enthusiasts will love the Centre for Contemporary Photography on George Street. The gallery features rotating exhibitions of contemporary photographic art. Spend your morning immersing yourself in the creativity and innovation of the exhibited works.

Afternoon: Relax at Edinburgh Gardens

Edinburgh Gardens, located just a short tram ride away, is a spacious park perfect for relaxation. Bring a picnic or grab some takeaway from a local deli and enjoy the open green spaces. The park also has sports facilities if you feel like being active.

Evening: Dine at a Local Eatery

For your final evening in Fitzroy, dine at one of the neighbourhood’s many acclaimed restaurants. Try something new and indulge in the diverse culinary offerings. After dinner, take a leisurely walk back to your nomads’ hostel, reflecting on your adventures.

Day 5: Final Day and Departure

Morning: Brunch at Degraves Street

Before you leave Melbourne, make a stop at Degraves Street for a final brunch. This famous laneway is packed with cafes and bakeries, offering delicious breakfast options. It’s a quintessential Melbourne experience that you won’t want to miss.

Afternoon: Last-Minute Shopping and Souvenirs

Spend your final hours in Fitzroy picking up any last-minute souvenirs. Visit some local artisan shops and markets to find unique gifts and keepsakes that will remind you of your time in this vibrant neighbourhood.

Evening: Farewell to Fitzroy

As your stay comes to an end, head back to your affordable backpacker hostel to collect your belongings. Say goodbye to the new friends you’ve made and the wonderful experiences you’ve had in Fitzroy. With its rich culture, welcoming community, and endless activities, Fitzroy will leave you with lasting memories.

Book Your Stay at Nomads Hostel Today!

For an unforgettable backpacker Melbourne experience, book your stay at Tram Stop 14. With its prime location and excellent amenities, it’s the perfect affordable backpacker hostel from which to base your adventures in Fitzroy.

Discover why so many travellers choose Tram Stop 14 for their Melbourne stay. Don’t miss out on the best budget accommodation Melbourne has to offer. Book now and start your Fitzroy adventure with our nomads’ hostel!

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Bar Crawling in Charleston: A Nightlife Adventure in the Holy City Shop Local Charleston, SC Businesses [ad_1] Introduction Charleston, South Carolina is not only known for its rich history and charming architecture, but also for its vibrant nightlife scene. One of the best ways to experience the city's nightlife is by going on a bar crawl. With its mix of trendy cocktail bars, historic pubs, and lively nightclubs, Charleston offers something for everyone looking to have a great night out on the town. Best Bars to Visit 1. The Belmont The Belmont is a cozy cocktail bar located in the heart of downtown Charleston. With its dimly lit ambiance and stylish decor, The Belmont offers a sophisticated setting to enjoy expertly crafted cocktails. Their menu features classic cocktails with a modern twist, as well as seasonal specials that are sure to impress even the most discerning cocktail connoisseurs. 2. The Griffon For those looking for a more laid-back atmosphere, The Griffon is the perfect spot. This historic pub is known for its welcoming vibe, wide selection of beers on tap, and friendly locals. With its casual setting and affordable prices, The Griffon is a great place to kick back, relax, and enjoy a cold brew after a long day of sightseeing in Charleston. 3. Republic Garden & Lounge If you're in the mood for dancing and live music, look no further than Republic Garden & Lounge. This popular nightclub is a hotspot for locals and tourists alike, with its spacious dance floor, talented DJs, and energetic atmosphere. Whether you're looking to dance the night away or just enjoy a few drinks with friends, Republic Garden & Lounge is the place to be. Tips for a Successful Bar Crawl 1. Plan Ahead Before embarking on your bar crawl in Charleston, it's important to do some research and plan out your route. Make a list of the bars you want to visit, and check their operating hours and any special events they may have scheduled. This will help you make the most of your night out and avoid any disappointments along the way. 2. Pace Yourself With so many great bars to choose from in Charleston, it can be tempting to drink at a fast pace. However, it's important to pace yourself and enjoy each drink responsibly. Remember to stay hydrated and take breaks between stops to ensure a fun and safe night out. 3. Make Friends One of the best parts of going on a bar crawl is meeting new people and making new friends. Don't be afraid to strike up a conversation with fellow bar crawlers or locals at the bars you visit. You never know who you might meet or what interesting stories you might hear along the way. Conclusion Bar crawling in Charleston is a fun and unforgettable way to experience the city's vibrant nightlife scene. Whether you're a cocktail enthusiast, beer lover, or dance aficionado, Charleston has something for everyone to enjoy. So grab your friends, put on your dancing shoes, and get ready for a night of adventure in the Holy City! [ad_2] EXPLORE MORE: Nightlife in Charleston SC Best: Places to eat in Charleston SC FIND: Things to do in Charleston SC CHARLESTON BUSINESS OWNERS: Get a Free Business Profile FIND BUSINESSES: Charleston Business Directory BE SEEN: Advertise Your Business Here #NIGHTLIFE

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Bar Crawling in Charleston: A Nightlife Adventure in the Holy City Shop Local Charleston, SC Businesses [ad_1] Introduction Charleston, South Carolina is not only known for its rich history and charming architecture, but also for its vibrant nightlife scene. One of the best ways to experience the city's nightlife is by going on a bar crawl. With its mix of trendy cocktail bars, historic pubs, and lively nightclubs, Charleston offers something for everyone looking to have a great night out on the town. Best Bars to Visit 1. The Belmont The Belmont is a cozy cocktail bar located in the heart of downtown Charleston. With its dimly lit ambiance and stylish decor, The Belmont offers a sophisticated setting to enjoy expertly crafted cocktails. Their menu features classic cocktails with a modern twist, as well as seasonal specials that are sure to impress even the most discerning cocktail connoisseurs. 2. The Griffon For those looking for a more laid-back atmosphere, The Griffon is the perfect spot. This historic pub is known for its welcoming vibe, wide selection of beers on tap, and friendly locals. With its casual setting and affordable prices, The Griffon is a great place to kick back, relax, and enjoy a cold brew after a long day of sightseeing in Charleston. 3. Republic Garden & Lounge If you're in the mood for dancing and live music, look no further than Republic Garden & Lounge. This popular nightclub is a hotspot for locals and tourists alike, with its spacious dance floor, talented DJs, and energetic atmosphere. Whether you're looking to dance the night away or just enjoy a few drinks with friends, Republic Garden & Lounge is the place to be. Tips for a Successful Bar Crawl 1. Plan Ahead Before embarking on your bar crawl in Charleston, it's important to do some research and plan out your route. Make a list of the bars you want to visit, and check their operating hours and any special events they may have scheduled. This will help you make the most of your night out and avoid any disappointments along the way. 2. Pace Yourself With so many great bars to choose from in Charleston, it can be tempting to drink at a fast pace. However, it's important to pace yourself and enjoy each drink responsibly. Remember to stay hydrated and take breaks between stops to ensure a fun and safe night out. 3. Make Friends One of the best parts of going on a bar crawl is meeting new people and making new friends. Don't be afraid to strike up a conversation with fellow bar crawlers or locals at the bars you visit. You never know who you might meet or what interesting stories you might hear along the way. Conclusion Bar crawling in Charleston is a fun and unforgettable way to experience the city's vibrant nightlife scene. Whether you're a cocktail enthusiast, beer lover, or dance aficionado, Charleston has something for everyone to enjoy. So grab your friends, put on your dancing shoes, and get ready for a night of adventure in the Holy City! [ad_2] EXPLORE MORE: Nightlife in Charleston SC Best: Places to eat in Charleston SC FIND: Things to do in Charleston SC CHARLESTON BUSINESS OWNERS: Get a Free Business Profile FIND BUSINESSES: Charleston Business Directory BE SEEN: Advertise Your Business Here #NIGHTLIFE

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Investing in Idaho: Exploring the States Rich History, Culture, and Natural Beauty

Discover how investing in Idaho can open doors to its rich history, vibrant culture, and breathtaking natural beauty. Don't miss out!

Table of Contents

Historical Attractions

Cultural Attractions

Natural Attractions

Investment Opportunities

Conclusion

Hey there, fellow adventurers and potential investors! Are you looking for your next exciting investment opportunity that combines history, culture, and natural beauty? Well, look no further than the hidden gem of Idaho. This beautiful state offers a unique blend of historical attractions, vibrant cultural experiences, and stunning natural wonders that make it a prime destination for investors. Let's dive into all that Idaho has to offer for those looking to invest in its real estate and tourism industries.

Historical Attractions

First up, let's take a journey back in time and explore Idaho's intriguing historical attractions. Starting in Boise, the Idaho State Capitol building is must-see. With its impressive architecture and rich history, this iconic building offers a glimpse into Idaho's past and political heritage.

For those with a taste for the more adventurous side of history, a visit to the Old Idaho Penitentiary in Boise is a must. This former prison turned museum holds stories of past inmates and fascinating insights into Idaho's criminal justice system.

And let's not forget about the Oregon Trail! Head over to the National Historic Oregon Trail Interpretive Center in Montpelier to learn about the hardships and triumphs of the pioneers who traveled this historic route. It's a journey you won't soon forget.

Cultural Attractions

Idaho is not only rich in history but also bursting with vibrant cultural experiences. Take a trip to Boise to immerse yourself in the city's thriving arts scene. With numerous galleries, theaters, and cultural events, there's always something creative happening in this eclectic city.

For a taste of Idaho's unique cultural heritage, make sure to visit the Basque Block in Boise. This cultural hub celebrates Idaho's Basque community with its charming shops, delicious restaurants serving up traditional Basque cuisine, and lively festivals that showcase the best of Basque culture.

And let's not forget about Idaho's burgeoning wine industry. With vineyards and wineries producing award-winning wines, wine enthusiasts will feel right at home exploring the wine regions of Idaho and sipping on some truly exceptional vintages.

Natural Attractions

But wait, there's more! Idaho is also a paradise for nature lovers, with its breathtaking natural attractions just waiting to be explored. Head to the Sawtooth National Recreation Area for some of the most scenic landscapes in the state. Hiking, fishing, and camping opportunities abound in this outdoor enthusiast's paradise.

For a truly unique experience, make your way to Craters of the Moon National Monument and Preserve. This otherworldly volcanic landscape offers hiking trails, caving opportunities, and a chance to explore the remnants of past volcanic eruptions in a truly surreal setting.

And for those seeking adventure on the water, Hells Canyon is the place to be. Known as the deepest river gorge in North America, Hells Canyon is perfect for boating, fishing, and wildlife viewing. Get ready to experience the wild beauty of Idaho's natural wonders up close and personal.

Investment Opportunities

With all of these amazing historical, cultural, and natural attractions, Idaho is ripe with investment opportunities just waiting to be seized. Real estate in Idaho is a hot commodity, with a growing population and strong job market making it an attractive option for investors looking to diversify their portfolios.

And let's not forget about the thriving tourism industry in Idaho. With an increasing number of visitors drawn to the state's unique attractions, investing in Idaho's tourism sector is a smart move for those looking to capitalize on the state's diverse opportunities and growing popularity.

For investors interested in exploring opportunities in Idaho's historical, cultural, and natural attractions, now is the time to get in on the action. With so much to offer in terms of potential growth and returns, Idaho is a hidden gem just waiting to be discovered by savvy investors like you.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Idaho truly is a treasure trove of historical, cultural, and natural attractions that make it a prime destination for investors. Whether you're interested in real estate, tourism, or both, Idaho offers a wealth of opportunities for those looking to make smart investments in a state that is bursting with potential.

So why wait? Start planning your next investment in Idaho today and get ready to reap the rewards of all that this amazing state has to offer. From the rich history of its past to the vibrant culture of its present and the stunning natural beauty of its landscapes, Idaho is a place that truly has it all. Come discover the magic of Idaho and invest in a future full of possibilities!

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Things to do in Doha Qatar

Hello fellow travelers, As an avid explorer and passionate travel enthusiast, I am on a mission to uncover the world’s hidden gems and share those unforgettable experiences with you. Today, I want to talk about Places to visit in Doha Qatar. If you are visiting a country in the Middle East then Qatar is one of those countries where you must visit for tourism. Doha, the capital of Qatar, has become one of the most famous destinations in the Middle East that is known for its gleaming skyline, rich cultural heritage, and warm hospitality. Let’s explore the reasons why Doha is a must visit destination for tourists. 

1. Why should you visit Doha?

Doha is a dynamic and fast-evolving metropolis that is the unique blend of tradition and modernity. Due to rich cultural heritage and warm hospitality, Qatar has received over 5 million tourists in 2024 according to the reports. Below mentioned are some reasons why Doha is one of the Qatar Tourist Attractions places. 

Modern Luxury Meets Tradition: Doha is a unique blend of tradition and modernity that is known for iconic Burj Doha and also maintains deep culture through the Souq Waqif and the Museum of Islamic Art. Doha offers both to explore its contemporary wonders or dive into its rich history. 

Cultural Richness: Doha is the perfect example of placing a high value on its heritage. You can experience traditional marketplaces to world-class museums and art galleries, culture, and history. The city is also known for hosting many international events, like the Doha Film Festival that adds a global flair to its local charm.

World-Class Shopping and Dining: If you want to shop and dine then Doha is home to some of the most luxurious shopping malls in the world including the Villaggio Mall and the Mall of Qatar where you can enjoy dining and shopping. In these malls, you can find international brands and regional boutiques for shopping. 

Vibrant Waterfront and Beaches: Located along the Arabian Gulf, You can enjoy a day of relaxation in Doha's pristine beaches in which you can do water activities like jet-skiing and sailing. You can go for a leisurely walk with your family to the port. 

Safety and Hospitality: Qatar is known for  the safest countries in the world where you can feel safe. Doha’s people are welcoming, friendly, and proud of their country. You often feel at home due to the strong emphasis on hospitality, which is a hallmark of Qatari culture.

2. Places to go in Doha

If you are planning to visit Doha, Qatar, then you should know places to visit in Doha. Below mentioned are some famous places in Doha where you can enjoy traditional foods, learn history, shop, attend culture programs by local artists, etc. 

The Museum of Islamic Art: If you are art lover or history enthusiast and want to see stunning collections such as textiles, metalwork, ceramics, and manuscripts from across the Islamic world then you must visit The Museum of Islamic Art (MIA) that is one of the most iconic landmarks in Doha that  is home to a vast collection of Islamic art spanning over 1,400 years.. This architectural masterpiece is designed by architect I. M. Pei.

Katara Cultural Village: Doha’s famous destination, Katara Cultural Village is known for arts, culture, and entertainment. This expansive cultural hub brings together a wide range of cultural activities, including theater performances, art exhibitions, film screenings, and musical concerts. Also, It is a home of restaurants, cafes, and shops where you can enjoy food and a perfect spot to spend an afternoon exploring. 

Souq Waqif: If you want to experience the essence of traditional Qatar, then you should visit Souq Waqif. It is a marketplace where you can find shops of spices, textiles, perfumes and souvenirs. At Souq Waqif, you can sample traditional Qatari food, buy unique handcrafted goods, and enjoy performances by local musicians and entertainers. 

Al Zubarah Fort: An archaeological site and UNESCO World Heritage site, Al Zubarah Fort is located about 100 kilometers northwest of Doha. This fort was built in the late 18th century and is a perfect place for those who are interested in Qatar’s history. In this fort, you can see a small museum that exhibits pottery, tools, and remnants of ancient buildings.   

3. Things to know before going to Qatar

If you are planning to visit this rich culture and heritage country then you should need an e visa. The Qatar eVisa allows you to apply for a Qatar visa online. It eliminates the need for paperwork and office visits, you can apply for it from anywhere with the help of the internet. 

Eligibility: Over 102 country citizens are eligible for visa free entry to Qatar, but before applying, you can check again the list of countries those citizens are eligible for. 

Requirements: You need a valid passport with 6 months of validity, purposes, GCC Residence Permit (if required), proof of onward and return tickets, accommodation and financial proof, credit or debit card for processing fee, Health Insurance (if required). 

Application Process: Process is straightforward and easy. Fill the application form online with your basic details such as name, date of birth, passport number, valid email for verification, etc. After that upload your required documents, Review your application before paying the processing fee. Send your application and wait for approval. 

Validity: Once application is approved, your visa is valid for up to 30 days. In the case of extension, you can contact the immigration office before expiring the current visa. 

4. Doha Awaits: Your ultimate travel experience

Each year, many travelers from different countries come to Doha for tourism and business purposes. Doha’s friendly, warm, and traditional culture attracts tourists. Located along the Arabian Gulf, you can go to beaches for relaxation and fun activities, museums to see textiles and metalwork, etc. Undoubtedly, Doha is one of the most exciting places whether you are here for a short stopover. So, before packing your bag and getting ready to explore this vibrant city, apply for your e visa advance that helps to enter Qatar. 

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august 2024 book wrap up

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer ☆☆☆☆☆

Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor ☆☆☆☆☆

People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry ☆☆☆☆

Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid ☆☆☆☆

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn ☆☆☆☆☆

Once Upon a Broken Heart by Stephanie Garber ☆☆☆☆

I'm actually extremely surprised by how much I've read this month, given it literally feels like it sipped away like a bottle of wine. How is it already over? Probably, it feels that way because of my internship, which made me almost end it all, and Taylor's concert that I didn't even have time to get depressed about. And then suddenly, summer's nearly done. I hate how it always ends so quickly.

Anyway...

First, I read Twilight. I was obsessed with it about 12-14 years ago, but that was before my huge reading phase. Back in junior high, I was obsessed with everything vampire-related except for books (though I did read The Vampire Diaries at some point). I vividly remember sitting in a school corridor with my friend, who was reading Twilight, and me just sitting next to her, occasionally glancing at the book (I hated reading back then). Before the final movies came out, my mom bought me Breaking Dawn, so I read that (yes, without reading the previous parts. I was 12, okay?). So, I had to catch up. After watching all the movies (while making friendship bracelets), I downloaded those bad boys to my eBook, and I am obsessed. I knew I would be. Is it kind of dumb? Yeah. Do I care? Not at all. 5/5. Bella is so real. I need Edward badly. That’s all I have to say.

Daughter of Smoke and Bone - I’ve had a copy since I was like 12. I read it back then, but all I remember is not understanding much and a scene towards the end that broke me as a young girl. For some reason, I never continued. I had to go back and reread it because I was curious about what affected me so much. Now I know. I will continue the series. It’s a solid YA novel. I’m not surprised I didn’t get it at the time; I don’t think I had the imagination or brain power to comprehend it, even though it’s YA. It seems very different and unique compared to other things in this genre. Also, I love Prague as a setting. It’s not far from me and has similar architecture to where I’m from, so it was easy for me to visualize everything. Love it.

People We Meet On Vacation isn’t my favorite Emily Henry book. Still good, just not my favorite. I think her books hit harder when you can relate, and I am nothing like the main girl. Alex, though, is very much like me. I love friends-to-lovers stories, and this one was very well done. Unfortunately, every time I read Emily Henry, I get extremely sad for a while because this will never be me. I will be alone forever. Not relatable content, unfortunately.

Malibu Rising was okay. So much drama. Taylor Jenkins Reid writes her books as if she has already signed a movie contract, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Some things are meant to be books, and some are meant to be movies. This feels like it’s supposed to be a movie. If you’re writing a book, make it worth being a book. I don’t know if anyone understands what I mean. At the end of the day, it was solid. I liked it. (I started reading it on the 27th of August, which was really weird. I got scared. I didn’t know before.)

I finally finished Sharp Objects. I started reading it in July, and I just wasn’t in the mood, but I wanted to finish it before summer ended. I don’t have much to say. I liked it a lot. I watched the show when it first came out, but I don’t remember much, so I’m rewatching it now. I still kind of saw everything coming, but I didn’t mind. It’s a great weird-girl book classic. As a fellow woman with a complicated relationship with her mother, who feels depraved and disgusting and maybe has a drinking problem, I felt quite seen.

Once Upon a Broken Heart was cute! Was it the best thing I ever read? No, but I loved the vibes and Evangeline. I know people complain about her naivety, but I actually enjoyed it. I’m tired of all the fantasy female main characters being the same. It was a nice change to follow a character who is honestly just a girl who believes in fairy tales. I will be continuing the series.

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Pecan Creek RV Park: Your Premier RV Park in Hillsboro, Texas

Nestled in the scenic beauty of Hillsboro, Texas, Pecan Creek RV Park offers a tranquil getaway for travelers seeking a mix of comfort and outdoor adventure. Conveniently located near major highways yet far enough to provide a peaceful retreat, this RV park in Hillsboro is the perfect destination for those exploring the area or looking for a serene place to park their RV. Whether you're passing through or planning a longer stay, Pecan Creek RV Park delivers an exceptional experience that highlights the natural charm and community spirit of Hillsboro.

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Hillsboro is known for its rich history and welcoming atmosphere. Visitors can explore the historic Hill County Courthouse, a stunning example of 19th-century architecture, or dive into the town’s past at the Texas Heritage Museum. For outdoor enthusiasts, nearby Lake Whitney State Park provides opportunities for fishing, boating, and hiking—adding even more value to your stay at this RV park in Hillsboro.

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Things to Do Near Pecan Creek RV Park Hillsboro and its surrounding areas are packed with activities and attractions to keep you entertained during your stay. Here are some highlights:

Historic Downtown Hillsboro Take a stroll through Hillsboro’s charming downtown, where you’ll find boutique shops, local eateries, and historical landmarks. Don’t miss the chance to visit the Hill County Courthouse, an iconic symbol of the town.

Lake Whitney State Park A short drive from the RV park, Lake Whitney State Park offers a variety of outdoor activities, including fishing, hiking, birdwatching, and picnicking. The lake’s clear waters and scenic views make it a popular destination for nature lovers.

Texas Heritage Museum Learn about Texas’ storied past at the Texas Heritage Museum, located on the campus of Hill College. The museum features exhibits on the Civil War, World War II, and the state’s military history.

Shopping at Outlets at Hillsboro For those who love to shop, the Outlets at Hillsboro offer a variety of stores with great deals on clothing, accessories, and more.

Seasonal Events Hillsboro hosts a range of events throughout the year, from music festivals to holiday parades. Check the local calendar during your visit to experience the community’s vibrant culture.

Why Choose Pecan Creek RV Park? Pecan Creek RV Park isn’t just a place to park your RV; it’s a place to feel at home. The park’s combination of modern amenities, natural beauty, and convenient location makes it a standout choice for RV travelers in Hillsboro. Whether you’re looking for a quiet place to relax or a base to explore the area, this park provides everything you need for a memorable stay.

Friendly staff, clean facilities, and the peaceful ambiance of pecan groves set Pecan Creek RV Park apart from the rest. Plus, its location in Hillsboro means you’re never far from exciting activities and attractions.

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