#side fic

[project-rosewood-476]

Perhaps in Another Life in a Different Time

For a brief moment in time everything is perfect in Tabby's life. Her step dad is out of the picture, Shes still graduating Rosewood, Horatio is no longer a threat and she has all of her friends back. Something isn't right here...

all characters belong to me so does maplehood creek and Rosewood prep

Tabby stirred awake with a yawn and stretched. She slowly sat up and blinked to take in her surroundings.

This wasn’t her room, oh no.

She was back in her childhood room. Her dresser had a mirror on top of it, including her many dolls, writing utensils, and papers across from her bed that was tucked neatly in a corner with a mound of her childhood plushies. Her coffee table held all of her books on top of it. 

What was she doing back here? Why was she here? What happened? Where are the others?

Tabby didn’t know what to feel. Confusion, dread, hope, excitement. She let out a whimper and grabbed her favorite plushy. A stuffed animal leopard named Simba before swinging her legs over and having her feet hit the sun-warmed hardwood floor. She shakily turned her doorknob, bracing herself for the scene before her as the door swung open.

It was peaceful.

The sound of the news was playing on the TV. Strangely, the house was less cluttered without her stepdad’s stuff constantly there. She’d forgotten how big their apartment was in all actuality. She looked past the living room area into their dining room and kitchen. Adam was sitting patiently coloring in his Spiderman coloring book, and her mom was making her usual Sunday breakfast shebang.   

Still no sign of her stepdad.

Where is he?

It wasn’t long before her rumbling stomach gave her away, and her mom looked over at her daughter.

“There you are, honey! You’re finally awake now! Why don’t you come help me cook breakfast, hm?” she gestured with the tilt of her head to the bread that needed to be toasted.

“Mom!” Tabby cried out as she ran over to give her mother the tightest hug she had given in a long while. Afraid she'd never see her again if she were to let go.

“Jesus, Tabby, what’s gotten into you?” her mother said, shocked at the sudden embrace of her teenage daughter.

“I’ve just missed you so much... You have no idea..” murmured the more petite girl as she held onto her for dear life, inhaling the scent of her clothes and hair. 

“Missed me? Tabby, you saw me last night before you went to bed. And before that, we went shopping and eating together,” she laughed light-heartedly.

“We did?”

Her mother gave her a confused look.

“Oh, I mean, yeah, we did. I remember,” Tabby bluffed horribly.

Her mother nodded before turning back to the stove to flip the sausages.

“Where’s Michael? Either of them?” 

The older woman hesitated before answering for a moment.

“He won’t be coming back. I’ve promised this to you before, and why are you asking such a silly question? You know his eldest son doesn’t live with us.”

Tabby stood there dumbfounded. She was relieved but also angry. Why did it take this long to kick him out? Why hadn't she done that sooner? And what happened? What was the last straw to kick him out? It wasn’t fair that she had suffered for ten years only to be able to enjoy the tail end of her childhood after missing out on so much. 

Still, she looked at her mom, who looked more lively and happier than she’d ever been in all the years she had known her, and then back at Adam, who was happily coloring away, brimming with personality and fully happy and relaxed. She supposed that it was better late than never.

“Are you going to help me cook or what?” asked her mother, tearing Tabby away from her thoughts.

“How can I with my hand-” she cut herself off as she held out both hands and let out an audible gasp as she examined her left hand. It wasn’t broken anymore. She could move it and feel everything again; she had complete control of her hand. 

That means that the Rosewood Massacre never happened.

That meant all of her friends were still alive.

The older woman looked at her daughter with a weird look.

“N-nevermind, I’ll start toasting,” Tabby said quietly as she went to work.

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Tabby took her sweet time helping to cook breakfast and sitting down to eat with her family. If this was all too good to be true, then she wasn’t going to miss any of this, and she was going to take full advantage of this. Besides, she didn’t know if she would ever see her mother and baby brother again. Hell, she didn’t know if she could get food like this again!

“This was what a family is supposed to be,” said Tabby in thought as she listened to Adam complain about the 3rd grade, how they’re doing multiplication already, and how the minute timed hundred questions worksheet gave him so much anxiety. Tabby chuckled as she remembered that all too well. Adam never stopped talking, even in between bites of cereal and pancakes. He was always the chatterbox in the family, and she was amazed at how he never choked on anything. The children’s mother ate daintily as she sipped her coffee, watching the news.

“So, do you have any plans today? I was thinking we could get together with the rest of the family and go to the lake since it’s beginning to warm up now, and lake pass season started last weekend!” Tabby’s mom turned to her excitedly with that glint in her eye, watching her daughter scarf down her second plate of everything.

“Um..” she trailed off, wiping her mouth on her sleeve and scrunched down. The lake! She’d forgotten about the lake. It was one of her favorite places to go in the summer. It felt like it’d been years since she returned there. She itched at the opportunity to take it as she didn’t know if she would have this chance again.

“I was thinking of going to see my friends…You know, to hang out and check up on them if that's okay..” she asked meekly. She felt terrible for rejecting her mom, but she had to know if they were still there, okay, and what they were up to.

“Well, why don’t you invite them to join us and make it a family and friends outing?” she offered.

Tabby’s ears perked up.

“Really? You mean it? All 14 of them? But what if they can’t come?”

“Then invite as many as possible.”

“O-okay, I’ll do that…” Tabby said excitedly between mouthfuls of food and scarfing the rest down before jumping out of the seat and trying to do everything simultaneously.

“Jesus, Tabby, slow down!”

“I can’t, Mom. I have to hurry! I’ll be back in a bit! I love you!” Tabby said in a rushed voice as she put her plate in the sink, grabbed her plaid jacket, and gave her mom another tight hug and kiss. She hugged Adam tightly and ruffled his hair before heading out the door.

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Tabby walked slightly taller with confidence and pep in her steps. The town was exactly how she remembered it, yet it was more colorful. 

She knew exactly where she was stopping first.

She stopped by the familiar barn red, worn-down house just a few blocks before Rosewood. Tabby knocked briskly before stepping back and praying she would be there.

The door creaked open, and a pale, lanky girl with a ginger pixie cut poked her head out the door to see who it was before opening it fully.

“Autumn!” Tabby said as she ran to her, practically tackling her into a hug.

“Tabby? What are you doing here?” asked Autumn, who was equally confused but always welcomed the shorter girl into her home. She’d never been the one to turn down Tabby’s affections.

“I’d thought I’d never see you again! Or find you here! I missed you so much!” she said, almost bursting into tears and holding onto her for dear life, afraid to let go.

“What are you talking about? You saw me and the rest on Friday, remember? What do you mean you wouldn’t find me here? You’re acting like you returned from a war and had no idea where we were!” Autumn said as she tried to pry Tabby off of her.

“Oh, you have no idea,” said Tabby, sitting crisscross and looking up at the ginger girl.

“So what are you doing here so early in the morning?” inquisitive Autumn said, getting her siblings nice and comfy and turning on the TV for them.

“I was wondering if you had plans today. My mom wants to take us all to the lake today! I still have to see if the rest can come, but I hope you will go,” she answered as she made herself at home with a cup of coffee and set one up for Autumn.

“I can’t”

“What?”

“I said I can’t,” Autumn went about her morning routine.

“What do you mean you can’t? If it’s about Riah and Mere, we can take them along, too! My mom said she was okay with it, and I’m sure your mom will be too!”

“It’s not that. I just don’t belong.”

“Nonsense, you’re like my big sister to me. You’re already family whether you like it or not. Now stop making excuses!”

“No, I mean I don’t belong here,” said Autumn, emphasizing the ‘I’ and coming up to Tabby, resting her thin hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. “You don’t belong here.”

Tabby looked back, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t your story. This isn’t your timeline. I don’t know how we both got here, but we’re not supposed to be here.” she explained gently.

“B-but can we just stay here…just for a little longer… I just found you again after months of pain, loneliness, and mourning. I’ve seen my mom happy and Adam… We have everything good again. This was what was supposed to be,” she trailed off, failing miserably at the onslaught of tears streaming down her face. 

“Perhaps in another life in a different time, huh?” Autumn said solemnly, wiping the tears from her chubby cheeks.

“It’s just not fair!” Tabby wailed

“I know.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I know, but your people need you.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“I know. That’s why I’m forcing you to.”

“Huh?”

Autumn pushed Tabby as hard as she could back into the abyss that was her mind. It sucked her in like a black hole.

With that, Tabby woke up.

[rareavian]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter & Tom Riddle Characters: Harry Potter, Diary Tom Riddle Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Harry Potter was Raised by Other(s), Harry Potter was Adopted by Other(s), Folklore, Fae & Fairies, Slytherin Harry Potter, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Dubious Morality, Harry Potter is Not a Horcrux, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Friendship, Developing Friendships, Platonic Relationships, Dissociation, Healing, Not quite artist Harry Potter, He can only draw plants, Florilegium, No Bashing, Tomarry Big Bang 2023, Podfic Welcome Series: Part 2 of A Friendly Neighbourhood Wizard Summary:

There is a grey and empty Hogwarts. It is cold, quiet and strange. In it, a boy wanders aimlessly like a dreamer, thoughts slow and memories just out of reach… Until one day, a flower grows from the crack in a wall, blooming in shades of white, black and red.

At the start of his Second Year at Hogwarts, when Harry is given a curiosity — an enchanted diary, his interest is piqued. It’s not too long later that he begins filling the diary with things that would not magically disappear or get absorbed by the pages — chalk-and-charcoal botanical drawings and pressed flowers... Then, one day, he suddenly recalls something the twins told him several months ago, something he somehow forgot — the diary is a diary that writes back.

[minim236]

Books and Looks

Story of:

credit: @gaybridgertonuniverse

"Miss Sheffield."

Edwina knew she was being called by the headmaster and repressed a sigh as she walked into his office. It seemed at St Paul's she had been registered using her grandparents' names, not her actual name.

"My name is Edwina Sharma, sir," Edwina politely corrected when she entered the office and he actually seemed sorry about it.

"Apologies. I knew your grandparents, I completely forgot that your mother married," The headmaster said, then indicated she sit down, which she did, "So, India, Somerset, now London. How are you?"

"I am well. Just excited to start my A-Levels." Edwina said, genuinely ready to start.

Moving around was never an issue for her, but she missed Somerset. The quiet of the countryside. London was busy and loud. It was nice though. She could still see Kate more often than she did when her sister was at Cambridge. Their new old house had a garden for Newton to run around in, but the puppy missed the vast countryside he was able to run in.

Her A Levels were a welcome distraction from any nerves.

"Good," He smiled, "Universities. What are your choices?" He began writing things down in her file.

"Cambridge is my first choice," Edwina said determinedly, "English and Philosophy. After that, Edinburgh, Bristol and Durham." She had decided this

"Okay. We can get you with our Cambridge prep program. More of our lot prefer Oxford. You and another girl." He smiled, "That would be nice."

....

Eloise thought everyone at school was a moron.

Not everyone at school was a moron. Not Penelope - they were good and sociable. She was on the school paper, so she ate lunch whilst writing about the goings ons at school.

Eloise noticed someone was sitting on the bench next to her and was about to tell her to go away.

She had not seen this girl before. She was pretty - really pretty - as one could be in the drab school uniform. Her long dark hair was down and her nose was in a book Eloise couldn't read.

"What are you reading?" Eloise blurted out and instantly regretted it, seeing the startled look on her face, "Sorry, I did not mean to startle you, it's just people don't tend to read at lunch. Aside from me."

"Oh, um, The Gypsy Goddess by Meena Kandasamy. It's written in Sanskrit," She indicated to the cover.

Eloise blinked, "Wow. You read in other languages."

"Yes. I've always been good at Languages. My parents and my sister; we all speak multiple and I grew up with them reading in various languages." Edwina explained, her face warming. She didn't mean to ramble.

"That's impressive," Eloise said, shuffling closer, "I'm Eloise Bridgerton."

"Edwina Sharma." They shook hands, "What are your A-Levels?"

"English Literature, politics and history." Eloise said, "You?"

"I'm also in English Literature!" Edwina was relieved at meeting someone else on the same course, "And Philosophy and Sociology."

...

Edwina joined Eloise and Penelope's little twosome. They had lunch together, talked. Edwina liked Penelope, even if she didn't engage in their conversations as much. But Eloise and Edwina just clicked.

At the weekend, Edwina and Eloise decided to go to Oxford Street to shop for interview outfits for Cambridge.

"What's wrong with liking pink?" Edwina asked. She clutched her pink purse close to her,

Eloise stopped, "I mean, nothing's wrong. I just think that it's a sign of traditional feminity and oppression."

"You are privileged, even being a woman." Edwina frowned.

Eloise scoffed, "Because I have a rich family? I know, but I'm still limited by expectations."

Edwina nodded, "Have you ever been followed around a store by someone who was not a personal shopper? I have, my sister and her friends have. Have you ever been confused with the only other person who is of the same ethnicity as you? I doubt it, considering every girl resembles you. You're not different, you are the norm."

"So, yes. Eloise. You are privileged. You can scorn parts of femininity because it has always been people who look like you who have defined it." Edwina said, "I like pink and flowers and girly things. I like those frilly dresses because my idea of feminity comes from multiple cultures. My elder sister taught me how to ride a horse in a dress because we liked the idea of it. Don't be one of those people who gatekeep feminism," Edwina finished.

"I'm sorry. I did not realise." Eloise said. She had felt rather stupid, "You are a lot smarter than me, I suppose."

"You should expand your reading list," Edwina recommended, "I can lend you some of the feminists my sister and I read?"

"I would like that." Eloise smiled and then, hesitantly asked, "Are we still friends?"

"Of course, we are." Edwina said, slipping her hand in hers, "Come on, let's find cute blazers."

Eloise hates shopping less after that day. Only with Edwina, however.

...

Eloise becomes unnecessarily angry with Benedict when he meets Edwina.

Benedict is Eloise's favourite brother. Her favourite person. He got her.

She wanted to throttle him.

"Hello, Edwina!" Benedict greeted her happily, "Why the sad face?" The girl was a human ray of sunshine, he had never seen her sad.

"I cannot get my head around poetry." Edwina pouted, "I don't want to fail this essay." They were sitting in the drawing-room of their house, working on homework.

"Let me see?" Benedict asked and she handed him her anthology, "Nice, Keats. But the Romantics can be tricky.

"Don't mansplain poetry," Eloise said, a little more edge in her tone than she usually did with him.

"I need him too!" Edwina joked and Eloise hated how her eyes shined with admiration every time Benedict explained something and how her brother laughed and encouraged her.

Yes, fine. She was jealous.

...

Edwina came over, so she and Eloise could go to the cinema. Penelope decided that they should go alone.

"Mum? We're going out." Eloise yelled, when Edwina came, wanting to leave before-

"Edwina!" Benedict smiled, seeing her.

Eloise held back a groan and she hated how Edwina smiled at him. Sure, Edwina smiled at everyone, even the pigeons.

"Thank you for your help with Keats' poems," Edwina said, smiling brightly at the artist.

"No problem. How did the essay go?" Benedict asked, genuinely interested.

"I got an A," Edwina said and she gave him a hug which he returned happily.

....

"Do you like Benedict?" Eloise blurted out when they were sitting on their bench at lunch.

"Yes. Your brother is very nice. I can see why he's your favourite," Edwina replied honestly.

"Well, he's not very good at relationships. He sleeps with someone new every week," Eloise said dismissively, "And he's old."

"That does not sound very healthy." Edwina frowned slightly, "Maybe he should get tested. My mother is always saying that."

But Eloise didn't laugh about that and Edwina frowned when she realised what Eloise was asking. But she also felt a little hope.

"Oh, El. Were you worried that he was trying to seduce me?" Edwina asked, nudging her playfully.

"I-" Eloise stuttered, "A little. I suppose I just am protective."

"You are like Kate in that respect," Edwina said, "But you do not have to worry. May I tell you a secret?"

"Yes,"

"I don't really like boys." Edwina said, quieter, "Um, not like that. I like Benedict, but that's because I would like to have a brother, that's all."

Eloise's heart fluttered and she gave her a small smile, "We can share him, I suppose. He also has a good book collection I steal from."

...

"Amma, how do you know if someone likes you?" Edwina asked over pizza one night. She curled up on the sofa, feeding the sausage to Newton.

Kate and Mary looked at one another. Edwina didn't talk about people she liked.

"Well, usually they say so. But they like spending time with you, say nice things, you share some interests," Mary explained.

"Is there someone you like, Ed?" Kate asked, teasingly.

"No, just...wondering." Then her phone rang and she saw it was Eloise and smiled, taking her plate and running upstairs.

"Do you think she and Eloise...?" Kate asked their mum who nodded.

Mary sighed, "My baby might get her first girlfriend. I'm not ready." She mockingly wiped a tear, making Kate laugh, "Give her time."

...

Eloise kisses Edwina on accident. Well, it's not an accident.

They decided to go for a picnic in the park, to read because the weather is unseasonably warm. But Eloise stopped reading to look at Edwina.

"Eloise?" Edwina called her, noticing her staring.

Eloise leaned in, kissing her quickly before pulling back.

"I'm sorry!" Eloise said, her cheeks red out of embarrassment. She had just ruined it.

Edwina blinked, "Well, I would have liked a warning. Or at least a really sweet way of asking, like in Pride and Prejudice."

"Everyone is straight in Pride and Prejudice?" Eloise frowned.

"El, you are no romantic," Edwina chuckled and leaned over to kiss her properly this time.

...

"If I have to go over every single law the Tudors made," Eloise groaned, lying back on her bed.

"I will kiss you every time you get one right," Edwina promised, holding up the cards.

"That's bribery!"

"It works," She then leaned down and pecked a kiss on her lips. But Eloise pulled her down further to deepen the kiss, the two giggling in between kisses.

"Eloise! Is-" Violet's cheerful voice interrupted and they both looked up at the door as she stuck her head in.

"Mum." Eloise stared back at Edwina and her mother, who had gone pale.

"Oh, um," Violet was hesitating about what to say.

"Edwina, I think it's time you went home, dear." Violet eventually said. The girl nodded and blinked, looking at Eloise sadly but picked up her bag and left the room.

Eloise scoffed and went downstairs after her, "Edwina, you don't have to go!"

"I should," Edwina said, squeezing her hand, "It will be okay. I'll text you later."

"Eloise, you are too young to be-!" Violet began, but her daughter turned to her, upset.

"No! You do not get to dictate this," Eloise argued, "You do not get to tell me that!"

"What's wrong?" Anthony had come out of the office, looking between the two, hearing the yelling.

"Eloise was kissing someone in her room-" Violet tried to explain, "She was kissing Edwina," Anthony raised his eyebrows at that, looking at his younger sister. He had not expected that.

"But Anthony can sleep around? Benedict?" Eloise scoffed, "But I'm too young to know what and who I like?"

"They don't do that in this house!" Violet argued back.

Eloise stormed out, with Violet on her heels, Anthony close behind, "Eloise, come back!"

"No!" Eloise ran down the street, practically sprinting.

...

Benedict was not expecting anyone that afternoon, so hearing the rapid knocking at his door startled him.

He went and was surprised to see Eloise.

"El?" Benedict saw she was sniffling, trying not to cry. Quickly, he pulled her inside and wrapped her in his arms. She just leaned in, crying.

[ae-azile]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Macau Theerapanyakun/Original Female Character(s), Nampueng Kittisawat/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun's Mother, Arm/Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun Characters: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun's Mother, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Nampeung Kittisawat, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham's Grandmother, Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun, Arm (KinnPorsche: The Series) Additional Tags: Vacation, Boats and Ships, Interlude, Boat Sex, Vacationing on their way to their vacation, Sharks, Sex in front of Sharks, And other ocean life, Comedy, Romance, Titanic (1997) References, seances, Barebacking, Bottom Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Bottom Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Top Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Top Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Although Vegas and Pete are exploring switching in this series, Psychic Abilities, Pillow Talk, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Past arson, Adopted Children, Light Dom/sub, Sexual Harassment Series: Part 6 of Masks Summary:

Spending twenty-four hours on a boat with their loved ones can lead to some interesting ways to pass the time until they arrive at their vacation destination. While Porsche wants to find the perfect cocktail for every person on board, Pete wants to show Vegas how much he loves him while they act out Titanic. And while Kim wants to sneak away with Chay to their suite, Chay wants to know what Kim admission of being submissive exactly entails.

An odd interlude that will likely be 2 chapters. Takes place between chapter 25 and chapter 26 of The Weighted Blanket Ad No One Expected (But Everyone Deserves).

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

unstoppable force (desire to write) vs immovable object (tired)

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

After Jason’s resurrection he finds that his body works… wrong somehow.

Some days he forgets to breathe until he wants to say something and finds there’s no air in lungs. Other days his body goes eerily cold until someone points out that his lips are blue and he needs to warm up.

And some days his heart stops beating in his sleeps.

It’s fine, really. It always starts again eventually a short while after he wakes up. And yeah, of course it was a bit scary the first couple times it happened but it’s not like his resurrection and Pit-dip came with an instruction manual, so this is probably pretty normal stuff, all things considered. He is kind of the definition of “undead”.

The real trouble starts when he forgets to mention those little details to the Batfamily when he stays over for the night.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Good to know Chuuya is Dazai's personal rubber duck

[queerdraws]

Fanart for a snippet of my most favorite heartbreaking moment from swordsmans's fic bone-breaker ospreys mate for life (rated E)

[camembri]

you wanted zoro to be on whole cake island to fulfil your weird desire to see zoro punish sanji. I wanted zoro on whole cake island because I think he's stupid enough to right place wrong time the plan and accidentally marry Sanji in full view of the whole wedding party in what becomes the most elaborately constructed comedy of errors ever written. we are NOT the same.

[chernozemm]

because I prayed these words: I want

[tenowls]

teacher getou au...... wauh

[project-rosewood-476]

Underneath The Willow Tree

It's just another drabble between Tabby and Autumn. Sometimes, you need motivation from your best friend to keep going. Tabby Anderson, Autumn Lemmory, Rosewood, and Maplehood Creek belong to me.

“How much longer do I have to stay still?” complained the younger brunette, holding an uncomfortable pose as her friend furiously scribbled and sketched across from her. Looking up at her every so often.

“Just a few more minutes…” murmured the ginger girl, not looking up from her masterpiece. 

Tabby sighed and looked at the willow switches swaying gently in the breeze. Being the only muse for your best friend is hard work. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the serenity of their secret hideaway.

Only for a few moments, of course. 

“Hey, I didn’t say we were done. Please pull your knees up a bit more and turn your head to the left, tilting up slightly, looking wistfully,” Autumn commanded with her pencil.

“Must I have to endure more? I already do enough as it is!” Tabby said in a vicious outburst and collapsed onto the ground, wincing at the impact it had on her bruises from the night before. Tabby realized what she had said quickly and turned over so she wouldn’t have to look at Autumn in shame.

Autumn stopped what she was doing, tossed everything aside, and went over to the sulking brunette beside her, soothingly rubbing her arm.

“That bad last night?”

She didn’t have to specify she knew what Tabby was on about.

Tabby hesitated for a few minutes before silently nodding; before she knew it, the silent tears came.

“It's just relentless...It's never-ending..it just keeps getting worse. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Autumn has noticed that the bruises Tabby keeps coming in with are worsening, but she didn’t want to say anything about it.

Only she knew the full extent of what goes on at home.

Autumn didn’t know what to say for the longest time. She just sat there powerless, rubbing tabbys arm in an attempt to comfort her and let her cry it out before Tabby calmed down by shaky hiccupping breaths and handing her a tincture that helps heal the bruising faster. Something that she carried on hand for her at all times. She watched Tabby down like a champ before speaking again.

“Look up. What do you see?” asked Autumn gently as she pulled Tabby onto her back, looking up at the sky, and laid down with her on the opposite end.

“I see the willow tree branches hanging above us?” said Tabby, unsurely if that's what Autumn was getting at. 

“Exactly, and do you know what willow trees symbolize?” she prodded.

Tabby sat up on her elbows.

“They stand for the ability to withstand hardships and loss; what's your point?”

“My point is,” Autumn began,” That’s you. You are the willow tree. I mean, look at you! Lord knows you don’t have it easy.”

“No one does here.”

“But especially you. No one has the mental strength to survive here and at home like you do! You are unbreakable enough to come back daily for your friends and family! You are an inspiration and a hero to us all, and I think that deserves some celebrating.”

Tabby sat fully up, blushing a little with that lopsided grin. “You think so?”

Autumn laughed. “I know so.”

That made Tabby laugh in return.

“Alright, I guess we can continue.” she can never say no to her best friend.

Autumn returned to her art supplies and picked up her pad and pencil again.

“Okay, now from the top.”

[rareavian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter & Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Nymphadora Tonks & Ginny Weasley Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Gellert Grindelwald Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Master of Death Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Platonic Relationships, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Hogwarts Inter-House Friendships, Reincarnation, Slytherin Harry Potter, Hanahaki Disease, But not quite, Language of Flowers, Love Confessions, but not necessarily romantic ones Series: Part 10 of Hydra Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus Summary:

It is Hadria's seventh year at Hogwarts. The war is over, but something else has spread across the continent. And suddenly, the new school year became a lot more interesting, what with people coughing up flowers left and right. Hadria is fascinated with this turn of events, until she finds herself faced with a problem: she's spitting out flowers herself, except... is she expected to know who they're for?

A one-shot for HP Flowers (Spring) Prompt Challenge Week 1, exploring the concept of "hanahaki", or rather "flower fever", as it is known to Hadria and her friends. And the rest of Wizarding Europe.

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Many thanks to @hp-flowers for their flower prompts. I did not expect to write this, but here we have it.

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Proposal

George finally proposes to Marina (finally!)

"Okay, George, please tell me you have cake because I am starving!"

George laughed at his girlfriend's complaint as they walked down the steps to the lobby. He made them stand in the middle of the lobby.

"Babe?" Marina asked, with a confused smile, "What are we doing?"

"We met here. Do you remember?"

"We didn't meet here." Marina corrected, "We met at that Easter church production I choreographed."

They both remembered of course. Marina had been working, and almost fainted after making sure the little ones were reassured during lunch.

George, who was a little older but with a charming genuine smile gave her his bottle of orange juice. They ended up at a restaurant, talking all night.

But she did not tell him her name. Marina was a believer in fate - if they were meant to be, they would meet again.

Fate would have it, that Marina danced backup in one of Sienna Russo's opera performances and they met in this very lobby, both on their way home.

"Well, I finally got your name here." George chuckled, recalling how she had grinned upon seeing him.

"I was a little disappointed that you were actually a

"Son of a Lord!" He defended jokingly, "But I'm glad that you gave me a chance."

"Of course, I would," Marina said. She had never been happier with George. It was difficult sometimes; they were not perfect but they had built a home together and were building a life together.

Marina gasped softly as he got down on one knee, "I have been thinking for the longest time how to do this. I get nervous.

"Yes." Marina answered straight away.

"May I finish my speech? Practised this with Philip and Anthony." George asked with a laugh and she giggled, nodding.

"Marina Thompson, will you marry me?" George finally got out.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Marina squealed and he stood up and kissed her. They heard scattered applause from some of the staff and other people who had been on their way out but had stopped to watch the proposal.

"Happy tears. Promise." Marina assured, wiping her face not even caring for her make-up. He took her left hand and slid the engagement ring onto her finger.

"This was your mum's." Marina realised, looking at it, touched.

"Philip and I visited and went home last weekend. Mary's idea, We weren't playing squash." George admitted, "Sorry."

"Good, because I can finally tell you, now that we are to be married." Marina took a deep breath, "Squash is fucking pointless. Tennis I understand and like, even if I'm terrible. I don't know how you and Philip do it!" She saw it as the brothers hitting a wall. She preferred him playing polo - even if she felt bad for the horses.

"It's good for stress relief," He defended

"You know what else is good for stress relief?" Marina asked suggestively, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Feeding your hungry fiancee," She whispered.

[notdeadjack]

I highly appreciate the "happy ending" tag on angst fics, dark fics, etc. Its existence increases the probability of me reading by a significant amount

but some people are like "why even read those fics if you already know how they're gonna end?"

Well, it's kinda like going on a roller-coaster. I wanna experience the ride. The ups and the downs, the twists and turns. But I also wanna know that at the end, it'll come to a safe stop and I'll be able to get off of it completely unharmed

[pointyfruit]

Solar Lunacy.