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[narukoibito]

If you’re up for it - i'm not used to seeing you with clothes on.

Harry had no desire to attend yet another Ministry function, but the tone in Robards' voice made it abundantly clear that if he skipped tonight's he would be suffering desk duty so long that he wouldn't even remember what being in the field was like.

But that didn't mean Harry had to actively participate. Which basically resulted in him sulking in the background along the wall, using those stealth skills the Aurors had trained him so diligently on to avoid small talk and intrusive pawing by one of the desperate singles. He shook off Sirius's talks about his lack of social skills (whose fault was that when he had only ever been homeschooled and hidden away until it was time to fulfill a fucked up fate).

Letting his guard down momentarily, he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift back to a few nights again. He'd learned far too early (finding the hidden stash of fan mail) that being the Boy Who Lived meant there would be no shortage of willing participants. He wasn't one for intimacy (Sirius gave him a hard enough time about it), but that didn't mean he didn't have needs. With a good amount of lubrication and a fair dash of loneliness, he found himself at a bar known for discretion.

That was all fine and dandy.

What he hadn't expected was how much that night stuck with him.

Strange enough, she'd been funny. Her quips making his lips twitch in an unfamiliar way. It had been surprisingly easy when they slipped into one of the many rooms upstairs.

A burning ache rose within him. The door had shut, and he had reached out for her, that reckless smirk, the way her eyelashes fluttered at his touch. Hand wound in silky hair. He swore he could still taste her—

His eyes snapped open at the sound of giggling and heels to his right. Shite, the unfortunate owner of said noise was Romilda Vane, the new secretary in the office who would not relent on her advances, no matter how bluntly Harry avoided them.

He ducked to his left, weaving through the crowd. It'd been an hour, and Robards couldn't say he hadn't shown his face.

Harry turned the corner.

"Oof!"

The wind was knocked out of him by some blur of gold and red.

"Sorry," he said, hands automatically reaching out to steady the blur. He was already taking another step toward the exit when a stray glance had him breathless for an entirely different reason.

The redhead pushed the curtain of her hair out of her face. "No, I..." she trailed off when they made eye contact. "Oh."

He was staring. She had disappeared before the morning light crept through the windows, fulfilling her promise of "no fuss." And for the first time, he'd wished differently. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, about the things he wanted to say, if he ever saw her again. He opened his mouth.

"I'm not used to seeing you with your clothes on," she said.

Harry burst out laughing, the tension in his gut unwinding. She grinned, looking tall and proud despite her small stature.

"A welcome change?"

"Hm," she said, her eyes appraising him. "I'm not so sure about that."

He swallowed hard.

"Heading somewhere?" she asked, her eyes following his original path toward the door.

"I suppose it depends. Would you like me to?" His hand was still on her waist, not ready to break contact.

His heart pounded hard at the thought that she might be here with someone.

She smiled, which seemed answer enough until she rose onto her toes. Her lips brushed against his, soft and warm, like sunshine breaking through the clouds.

She eased away, and only then did he realize he had pulled her close.

"That doesn't sound so bad... Are you sure you like these clothes though?" Her hands smoothed out the front of his robes.

"No promises." He grinned at her stupidly.

Before she could respond, a distinctly male and stunned voice, and she turned toward it. "Ginny!"

Ginny...so that was her name.

Harry followed her gaze, surprised to meet the shocked expression on Weasley's face a few paces away. Ron, he thought his name was.

"That'd be my insufferable brother." Her eyes shined with mischief, holding out her hand. "Still game?"

He took it without hesitation. "You bet."

As they walked toward her stupified brother, she asked, casual, "What did you say your name was?" She knew full well they hadn't exchanged names. His grip tightened.

She hadn't known then.

"Harry."

[thenicestthingiveseen]

For the domestic prompts - torment any ship with building IKEA furniture together!

Ginny knows when to quit and I respect it.

[ginnyw-potter]

MBC, which obviously stands for MOST BELOVED CROISSANT (yes, I am hungry)

CROISSANT FOR SURE just imagine they eat croissant after she woke up

When he woke up to the first sun rays, he looked at his captor, now curled into his side. Her hand was tucked into his shirt, presumably for warmth. She was still asleep and her freckled nose was pressed up against his ribs.

[tanoraqui]

marriage of convenience + gothic for el/orion, please!

[give me 1-3 tropes + 2-3 characters!]

(the gothicness comes from the whole environment of the school ok)

War came to the Scholomance the year Galadriel Higgins and Orion Lake were Inducted. Oh, it took a while to warm up—everyone had to get settled into their torments of classwork and survival. But there were two new monsters in the school, each worse than Patience and Fortitude combined, from diametrically opposed worlds with diametrically opposed destinies. War was inevitable.

By their junior year, the bloody conflict had settled, and the battlegrounds mostly returned to neutral territory. The defensive spell that blocked all but Enclavers from entering the alchemy lab was fully taken down, the petrification traps that activated only against Enclavers were removed from the library stacks. All cafeteria doors were left unguarded except, of course, against maleficaria.

There were so many maleficaria, and they were so hungry. Despite the active war broken out between the haves and the have-nots, between Orion Lake’s ceaseless heroism and El Higgins’ savage determination to look after every person who turned to the Dark Queen for protection, more students were still alive than in any year on record, in every class.

They didn’t have mana or even malia to waste blockading each other from classrooms, study materials and food anymore.

So the righteous, noble students of the Enclaves, led by their silver-haired hero with his shining sword (wrong, he was so wrong inside, twisted and hungry; couldn’t they see past their own greed) and the stubborn, righteous students of the exiles, led by their destined destroyer of worlds (who never once cheated for power, not once; all the great and terrible spells she cast to keep them safe were with power given freely)—briefly, for the first time, they not just called a truce but actually allied, to fix the mechanism, burn the school, and set the graduating class free.

The next year started… Well. They had energy to spare again. But they’d worked together. (Orion had saved dozens of her people, maybe hundreds by now, just as easily as he saved his own, and never demanded anything for it. El’s mother’s message scrolled before her eyes, but she wondered…) (El was so rude to him, all the time. When he’d saved her life, when he’d tried to kill her once or twice—she was never scared, she was never admiring, she was just rude. Like people were rude to…other people. Never to Orion, before.)

Magnus said they should attack while the witch-queen was recovering from the battle in the graduation hall and busy trying to recruit as many freshmen as possible. Liu grimaced and said they should attack while the Enclavers were recovering from the battle in the graduation hall and settling in their excess number of freshmen (the graduating seniors has told their parents what was happening in the school, and some had reacted fast enough to cut local non-Enclavers from Induction.)

Liesel said, “El, if you really don’t want this conflict to spill over into the rest of the world, we have to stop it in here, decisively. You’ve heard what the freshmen are saying—Shanghai is halfway to co-opting the movement, if they don’t flip and side with the Western enclaves instead. An unknown malificer destroyed Bangkok, and people are dying in the hunt for them… The second you and Orion graduate, it’s going to be war out there, one way or another.”

“What do you suggest?” El snapped. “Other than killing him. I’m not killing him, I’m not killing anyone.”

“I know you’re not,” Liesel said, which what she, personally, felt was infinite patience. “I think you and Lake should get publicly married—or, technically, engaged, since as far as I’m aware, nobody in here is an accredited justice of the peace.”

[bodytoflame-ao3]

part of this ask game!!

it’s about being fifteen and hating this fucking town. it’s about being a lesbian. it’s about not knowing if you want to kiss her or be her.

The high she’s been riding on, the excitement of actually doing this, crashes as she takes her first bite, sitting on a bench outside an office building. This is a city she’s never been in; knows nothing about. She doesn’t even know where she is, past downtown Dallas. Tall buildings — they feel like skyscrapers — surround her, bigger than she’s ever seen in her life, on an aptly but vaguely named Main Street. There’s faces on billboards and signs, larger-than-life, staring down at her from above. There’s men in suits, long and heavy and wool despite the heat; the roar of deep, hearty laughter as they talk over cups of coffee. Briefcases in hand; long antennas soaring towards the sky — walking and talking. The few that do notice her inevitably turn away, only a brief flash of concern on their faces — missions and minds set on their commute. No one cares. No one’s ever cared. She’s just a scared girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing. The world is shit, and it’s never been any different. We’ve been doing this for 300,000 years, and it’s never going to be any different.

[takeariskao3]

1 for Already Gone!

What inspired you to write the fic this way?

oh god i feel like it’s been such a mess from the beginning that i don’t even know which “way” i’ve been writing it… ginny always had a really strong voice for me but the way harry sort of weaves in and out got really chaotic for a bit and needed a stronger throughline. that’s where the re-writes mostly came from. i wanted to give him a more active role and ramp up the tension in the second half of the fic. i think i’ve got a good handle on things now! lol!

the original inspiration came from a small what if and a desire to really explore how harry handles certain things threatening ginny’s health/life/personhood/etc. that’s my favorite genre of harry. desperate and panicking.

send me a fic + a question!

[otterandterrier]

let your followers get to know you!! list the top 5 books you've read this year and then send this ask to other blogs you like

A million weeks later!

Appetites - Caroline Knapp

Our share of night - Mariana Enriquez

Reign of the Empire: The Mask of Fear - Alexander Freed

The End of Bias - Jessica Nordell

Yellowface - R.F. Kuang

[alecsalamander]

How would Cat and Wendy work in a coffee shop AU

okay.... okay.....

my brain is saying that obviously cat could NEVER work at a coffeeshop without getting fired immediately (let's be so honest with ourselves here, the only reason he kept the bartending job as long as he did was that he was sleeping with half of the staff/owners/customers literally to the point that it would be financially irresponsible to fire him for being a shitty person. they definitely had a solemn 'pour one out for our fallen tip rates' drink when he quit.), so logically it would be wendy as the barista and cat as the shitty regular customer he reluctantly enjoys. but then wendy is so anxious and persnickety about everything that it would be more like shitty barista and the regular customer who has to wait way too long for a black coffee because it's a bad brain day and his obsessive tendencies are making it literally SO HARD to make a single drink to his standards. or they're both regular customers, despite keeping vaguely opposite schedules (cat gets off work right around the time wendy is getting up for work, and cat's weirdly not a big caffeine drinker anyway, so they would maybe meet once or twice), and for some reason other than 'oh no, he's my type (derogatory)' they start a conversation? my brain is saying they wouldn't.

my heart though??? is saying that obviously they work in a coffee shop au as a tattoo shop/florist au but there's a coffee shop between their respective stores and they're both really passive aggressive about the parking situation in the shared alley space until the coffee place moves their dumpster and they become allies over their mutual hatred of the store that separates them. full on enemies to friends to lovers speedrun while they attempt to ruin the coffee shop owner (his name is sam)'s life.

[lavenderfables]

1, 3, 6, 7, 18!

1. Name the best book you've read so far this year.

The Changeling Sea by Patricia A. McKillip.

3. Favorite fantasy sub-genre(s). (high fantasy, urban fantasy, portal fantasy etc.)

Cozy fantasy, fantasy horror, historical fantasy, high fantasy

6. Favorite romance novel(s).

The Care and Feeding of Waspish Widows by Olivia Waite

Persuasion by Jane Austen

Shades of Milk and Honey by Mary Robinette Kowal

The Widow of Rose House by Diana Biller

7. What kind of common romance tropes do you enjoy and what kind do you dislike?

I like: Friends To Lovers, The Archery Trope, Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder, Fish Out Of Water, Found Family, Thick As Thieves, Fake Dating, Bickering Like An Old Couple

I dislike: Miscommunication, Blackmail, Drunken Hookups, Bully Romances, Surprise Pregnancy/Forced Pregnancy, Possessiveness, Dubious Consent

18. Favorite unfinished book series.

I generally don't read a lot of series now days, as I've really come to realize I prefer standalones or duologies. That said, I am reading along with Dread Wood by Jennifer Killick.

Send me a book worm ask

[patron-saints]

2, 4, 17!

omg hiii rachel!!! hope you're well!!

2. Do you read/reread your own fic?

i do!! when i first post something i reread it a lot, just cuz that feeling like, holy shit it's done/real/out there is so cool and it's fun to picture how other people are seeing it. and then after a couple of months or years it's always nice to revisit things! sometimes rereading old stuff is like... i have no memory of this place, and it's fun because it's like reading something someone else wrote. and then sometimes i reread something and i'm like wow. the fic i JUST wrote has the same plot as this thing from three years ago. fuck. but it's mostly fun! and fun to see the ways i've changed as a writer and the things that have stayed the same.

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

so my olivier x izumi fic, "recognition," is almost all the way done -- i only have one chapter left to post! but it does still count as a WIP because sadly i keep thinking of tiny details to change to the remaining unpublished sections sometimes even minutes before they've gone up! but the last chapter will be out on saturday!

and then my other actual WIP is my riza x lust fic, which has been ongoing in my notes app almost as long as my olizumi one! i'm excited to get back to it once "recognition" is done, but a little bit apprehensive, because i think i'm getting nearer to the time it needs to go out of the notes and into a document, and the organization is going to give me a headache lol. i AM very excited to be able to share it with people, though! if you wanna get a flavor for their vibe, my tag for them is here hehe.

(the WIP graveyard currently has two graves -- one for my ryoko x ayeka sequel to "another thing entirely" and the other for the prequel to encanto i was writing about the triplets! maybe some day i'll come back to either of them but for now they languish, unfinished, in my google docs lol)

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

the next thing i'd like to work on/wiggle around after rizalust is probably lust/riza/roy? i have this sort of... dnd style au for them floating around (also you can see the inspo for it in their tag) where lust is like. An Evil Wizard (occupation, her class is proooobably more like warlock lol) and roy's a flame sorcerer and riza's an archer, and they're looking to hire a wizard for some kind of quest. but she's also really hot. mostly i just want an excuse for lust & roy to be able to give riza everything she deserves but in a sillier & lower stakes setting than canon!

and the other like. scraps of notes i've got is an ed x ling thing, which is so far only two tiny pieces of ed pov about 1) their time in gluttony land 2) post-greed thoughts. in like an ideal world this would turn into the like, development of the whole paninya x winry x ed x ling x lan fan poly chain but i seriously doubt i will ever get that far lol

[the-haiku-bot]

op, your tags have been

peer-reviewed and accepted

by the committee

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

[thenicestthingiveseen]

20 for FirstPrincess, please!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63091579

200 years later

[folatefangirl]

15. Shameless self-promo! !!!

Ooh thank you! 15. answer with a piece of writing you want others to see/read!

I'm definitely most proud of Down to the Bone bc my lovely beta made it so much better than my initial draft. Like. Incredible feedback and suggestions of things I hadn't considered, especially because descriptive writing for me can sometimes be a challenge to do effectively (especially for horny-adjacent bits of writing). They wrangled a decent story out of my Crack Taken Seriously "Game of Thrones gets turned into a cowboy plot" premise and it's also the reason why half my Spotify Wrapped is country music lol

end of the year - writeblr ask game

[ginnyw-potter]

My weird theory - you are three unicorns in a trenchcoat

😂

Yep. Me on a Sunday:

[oswlld]

Have a fantastic birthday!

gahh tyty i will 😊🎉

[bodytoflame-ao3]

got sent this by @displayheartcode but on my main hehe

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love

sunnydale anonymous -- obligatory. i have braved the flames of hell for this fic.

entr'acte -- though my current poi wip is giving this one a run for its money in a completely different way god i just love the idea of the space inbetween these two episodes.

come back with gravity -- ylml brought out something insanely feral in me and i still absolutely love this little thing.

i can go anywhere i want (just not home) -- the people gave this one absolute dirt i need my yellowjackets girlies here

i can't hide from you like i hide from myself -- i was possessed when i wrote this god i love this au