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camelliacats · 2 years

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you're nobody until somebody loves you (231-240/∞)

100-word drabbles for a range of ships. *Requests always welcome! Repeats allowed~*

Chapters 231-240: [FFN] [AO3] | ← → | start from the beginning

Pairings/Characters: Petunia Evans/James Potter, Aberforth Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald, Rodolphus Lestrange/Andromeda Black, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Susan Bones/Hannah Abbott, Dominique Weasley/Regulus Arcturus Black, Lavender Brown/Cho Chang, Oliver Wood/Louis Weasley, Fred Weasley II/Scorpius Malfoy, & Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini

Rating: K

Words: 1,000 collectively

Additional info: romance, slash, femslash, cross gen, angst, fluff, AU fic, pre-Marauder era, Marauder era, Harry's era, Next Gen era, 2nd person POV, 3rd person POV

Summary: Song by Sammy Davis, Jr., 100-word drabbles by mew. So is unrequited love always unrequited? | Various pairings, eras, etc. Includes het, slash, femslash, cross-gen, next-gen, but nothing too bad. Read it all or only what you like!

231: PetuniaJames

Lily comes home each year from Hogwarts, talking of experiences you will never have and people you [likely] will never meet. Your parents fawn over her and talk about it as though these are regular school occurrences, but you insist on calling her a freak. Better to lash out than to let on how envious you are.

But then her tone changes about Potter, and one summer she starts bringing him home.

Your breath catches. James Potter is polite—even to you who Lily must have no kind words for (right?)—and you weaken.

You always want was Lily has.

232: AberforthGellert

He liked to come around when Albus wasn't home. He pretended to be disinterested when he learned Albus was out, but Aberforth knew better. They had been playing this game for months. It was partly what made Aberforth so angry.

But Gellert clicked his tongue at Aberforth before breaking into a smile (no, a smirk—Gellert didn't smile). "So mad, all the time. Honestly, Ab." He rolled his eyes.

"I warned my brother from you, so stop coming around already," Aberforth said from the Dumbledores' stoop.

"Tell me why, then," Gellert provoked, happily invading Aberforth's personal space just once more.

233: RodolphusAndromeda

It wasn't fair.

The wedding happened quickly, after Hogwarts. Rodolphus had a wedding ring that tied him to the pull ring from a grenade—yes, he was deemed worthy to marry Bellatrix, but. It wasn't fair.

Bellatrix's eyes never focused on anything except reshaping the world into one for purebloods, a world meant for the Dark Lord. Her eyes never truly drifted Rodolphus' way.

That was why Rodolphus felt neither anger nor disgust when the family learned a few years later that Andromeda eloped with her Muggle-born. Andromeda… Bellatrix-light—someone softer, fairer, someone who wanted a family…

It wasn't fair.

234: MarleneDorcas

Friday evenings were for Dorcas.

Sundays were for solo studies. Mondays began the week with her thwarting Marauders pranks meant to disrupt everyone's day. Tuesdays she spent in the library, partly attempting coursework while attempting to convince Remus he could make better friends. Wednesdays always turned into girls' nights (Alice's doing? She couldn't recall), and Lily disappeared for Head Girl and Head Boy meetings on Thursdays, so Marlene would give in and get into a little trouble with Sirius then, because James had to attend, too.

But Fridays were for Dorcas and thinking of a future beyond these castle walls.

235: SusanHannah

"What do you think?"

Hannah dropped her Zonko's bar and stared at Susan. She fought a smile and furrowed her brow. "Um…"

Susan sighed and twirled one of her pigtails. "That bad?" She chuckled.

Hannah chuckled, too. "Were you trying to do them up the way I do mine? I'm flattered you like them, but I much prefer your usual pulled-back look." She paused and blushed, as if realizing she'd said too much. "If you like, I can help you untangle those…"

Susan sat for Hannah, but having Hannah's fingers in her hair was much better than looking like her.

236: DominiqueRegulus

Dominique feels lucky to have stumbled across him. She wonders if Regulus feels the same when he catches her eye across the sky as they go for a night flight.

She commiserates with him. Not surviving in secret—she's never been in war. But being in a family is rough; that she knows well enough.

She knows what it's like to have the hopes piled on you.

She knows what it's like to be cast aside when she isn't enough. She feels like an unwanted extra.

Regulus doesn't see her as an extra, though.

Maybe they can be enough, together.

237: LavenderCho

In another life, people wouldn't worry about vanity. Then perhaps Lavender wouldn't be sitting here, hiking her scarf up in uncomfortably warm weather, shielding herself from curious eyes.

It was so hard, even years later, to venture out with such visible scars creeping up her neck to her jawline. But she knew she couldn't lock herself away like some lonely princess…

Besides, she thought with a smirk as Cho spied her in the stands and zoomed over for a quick peck on the lips, this princess had landed herself a Quidditch player in the end. Why care what others think?

238: OliverLouis

Oliver had had his fill of Weasleys. That was why he couldn't like Louis, despite all the fun they had chumming around at every official Quidditch event.

He had loads of good reasons, too! Louis only acted older than Oliver, for one, but they had decades between them. They were on opposing teams—Chudley and Puddlemere. They even belonged to different Houses! And Louis wasn't even all that nice a bloke…

…but that buggering attitude of his was just like a certain uncle's when he was in a snit—and Oliver never had gotten over his soft spot for Percy…

239: FreddieScorpius

You are so used to things blowing up in your face (another thing inherited from your eponym)—on purpose or otherwise—that you freeze when a familiar Slytherin Prefect catches you outside the greenhouses, potion in hand. How dare your twin abandon you in your time of need! (But thank Merlin Roxanne escaped!)

Scorpius barely blinks before the potion slips, sending sparks and a violet plume of smoke up, which coats you both.

You pale.

But it's a pleasant change, that your prank makes the gorgeous Malfoy heir chuckle and turn a delightful, delicious shade of pink as he laughs.

240: GinnyBlaise

Ginny's jokes are for her mates only. It frustrates her that the castle feels cozy in her final year, with a bunch from Harry's cohort being back for an eighth year, so it's hard to escape the familiar faces. Especially in the library.

And it doesn't matter what type of joke or with whom she shares it—Luna, Demelza, Ritchie—Ginny can practically bet on hearing Blaise's snickering in a nearby nook.

But then it clicks, and she approaches him with a smirk. "So you do have a sense of humor, Zabini," she realizes.

His eyes twinkle devilishly in reply.

Remarks for—

Ch236: An extremely random ship? Not so. Do I have an unfinished, chaptered WIP for them? You bet. Will I finish writing and posting that WIP for Domgulus? …you bet?? (*lol* No, but srsly, I do wanna finish Because Love Stories Aren't Really Loves Stories.)

Ch238: Oops, Olivercy/Perciver mention.

Ch240: So funny that I haven't written two of my favs before! XD Ginny, who's all-around awesome, and Blaise, the quietly amused one (who makes you crave to know wtf makes him tick). I prolly ought to write them again~

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

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agrridoce · 4 years

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ORGIA NA SAUNA

GENTE NÃO CURTO MUITO SAUNA, MAIS JA TINHA ESCUTADO ALGUNS COMENTARIOS DE UMA SAUNA NO CATETE, UMA SAUNA QUE COSTUMA FAZER UNS DIAS DEDICADOS A UM GENERO, AI UM BELO DIA FUI TRABALHAR E ESTAVA CHOVEND... Continua source https://www.contoerotico.com/conto/160200/711951/orgia-na-sauna.html

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camelliacats · 4 years

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nothing to do with lipstick stains

Another random oneshot.

Fic: "nothing to do with lipstick stains" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Lavender Brown/Cho Chang

Rating: light T

Words: ~1,700

Additional info: romance, femslash, angst, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: After too many losses, Lavender and Cho suffer yet another loss. But it had to happen, sooner or later.

"There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do."

—Jim Casy, The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

Outside school, she wasn't as irritating as most thought.

Lavender Brown magically twirled a spoon around in her mug of butterbeer, even though there was no reason to have a spoon in a mug of butterbeer. But it was something that held her attention whilst she thought.

She had thought she liked her Quidditch players, but Lavender had gotten over her crush on Ron fast. After all…he was a bloody idiot. And Lavender didn't want to date a bloody idiot.

And that had made her think. Harry was often with Ron, and so was Granger. So…weren't they bloody idiots by association? It wasn't as though Lavender could go around asking that—

Or could she?

That had been the reason for her going to the Three Broomsticks on her own for once. But that had been two, almost three years ago. Now, the Wizarding world had settled, and the scars on Lavender's neck still felt like scabs. She wanted to pick at them, to scratch out Greyback's taint. Her attack was the only thing that ever got her to stop thinking about her love life.

"You're going to make your drink taste like metal that way," a woman said as she sat across from Lavender.

"Maybe I like the metallic taste," Lavender said.

The woman—Cho Chang—rested her eyes on Lavender's face. "The spoon's not silver, you know."

Heat flooded Lavender's cheeks, and suddenly the spoon was on the tavern table, wetting the wood with a dark stain. So, Cho wanted to push her buttons over her affliction again, did she? …Lavender released her annoyance. She wasn't able to stay mad at Cho for long.

Frankly, she still couldn't believe she'd had any courage to ask Cho straight out if Harry were as stupid as Ron. This had come on the heels of an awful sixth year for Lavender, and maybe Cho—having graduated that same year—had grown some balls as early as then, because she sure as hell showed them a year later when she had reappeared to fight for Hogwarts. For once, Lavender had been happy that she had such an unyielding personality; maybe that was the only type of personality that could force Cho out of her shell. And forcing Cho out of her shell had led to the two witches forming a friendship. These days…perhaps Cho was her best friend. The thought made Lavender scrunch up her nose so tiny wrinkles formed on the bridge—but she did know that she'd fallen out of touch with Parvati after school. So maybe taking what she could get wasn't so bad.

Especially not when her friend across from her was almost as pretty as Lavender had been before Greyback's attack. (At the thought, Lavender scolded herself and tried to put the werewolf out of her mind for the remainder of the day.)

"So what's got you so surly?" the Asian woman asked. Then she seemed to think on it, and her features grew serious. "Oh, are you…?"

"No, no, it doesn't really affect me," Lavender stated quickly, and her hand flew to her neck on its own. But it was true; she didn't get restive at the sight of the full moon, and she still liked her steak well-done. The only time she got antsy was when she thought about it…and she reminded Cho of that.

"Ah, right, sorry…" A light dusting of pink tinted Cho's cheeks and nose as she ducked her eyes. "Um, in other news…"

"Yes?" Anything was good to change the subject.

Cho looked back up with her shining, dark eyes. "I've met someone."

Lavender blinked, not immediately smiling. Once upon a time, had this been Parvati confessing the same thing, Lavender would have broken into a mad grin and bounced, begging to know all the details. But, with Cho… Lavender had to muster a grin. "And?" was all she could say.

"He's a Muggle man, a few years older than me…" Cho leaned on the table and cupped her chin in the palm of her hand. Lavender had never seen her look this way before, with her smile different but still happy. "He has a young son, and I bumped into them when I was considering moving into a more Muggle-centric area."

"Right," the blonde stated. "You think you've had your dose of magic, considering everything…" It was one thing that Lavender begrudged her newfound friend, even if only a bit.

Cho glanced at her, concern evident in her eyes. Lavender knew what she wanted to say but wouldn't—that Lavender should be sick of magic, too, by now, considering all it had done to her, as well. But, instead, Cho plowed right on. "He lost his wife on the Millennium Bridge, back when the Death Eaters destroyed it…" She bit her lip. "He seems like a good man. I've met him for coffee on several occasions. He's a postman. Imagine if I showed him my owl." And she chuckled.

Lavender stared at her drink. Of these past few years, she couldn't recall a time when Cho had laughed so forcedly. So…what? What did this mean? Lavender hadn't met anyone special after the war—she figured she could never quite explain her scars well enough. And this was the first time Cho had finally laid her heart out to someone who didn't sound like Cedric (with the exception of Lavender, but that was different—they were just friends). Hmm, would this perhaps mean the end of their friendship? Now that Cho might have a calm, inconspicuous life outside the Wizarding world, would it mean that Cho would lock away Lavender with everything else she'd ever known?

Well, that was a bit unfair, wasn't it? After all the time they'd spent together, and after Lavender had finally opened up to someone about her attack and all the pain she'd suffered?

But Lavender met Cho's eyes again…and felt selfish. If Cho had this chance, then maybe she was destined to seize it.

"Lav?" the Ravenclaw asked gently. Her face—her expression showed that she sought the Gryffindor's approval.

"Mmm?"

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"I—" Lavender opened and closed her mouth, for it had—for the first time in her life—gone dry. She stared at the table, and the menu caught her attention from the corner of her eye. She snatched it up, hoping for anything to avoid what was about to be a very uncomfortable exchange. Before she realized what she was doing, she had already summoned Madam Rosmerta and ordered a slice of peppermint–Plangentine cake. It appeared very quickly before her, and she grabbed her spoon from before and shoveled the pastry into her mouth, the taste of butterbeer still lingering on the metal…

"Lav." Cho sighed. "Look…I'm tired. The last few times we hung out, there was less and less conversation. And now you'd rather eat than comment on my finally having a love life." She reached out and stopped Lavender's hand from guiding yet another spoonful to her mouth. She didn't say anything further, but she didn't release the blonde's hand and she didn't tear her eyes away from that face. "That's hurtful."

Lavender felt ridiculously like a Weasley, heat flushing her cheeks and reaching her ears and neck. "I'm sorry…," she mumbled.

Cho studied her for another second, but she still didn't release her hand. "I value your opinion. You're the person who's closest to me—don't you have anything to say or to ask about him?"

But the blonde could only purse her lips.

The dark-haired woman finally bit her lip and sighed again. "Lav…I'm confused." Her eyelashes fluttered as she continued, "I mean, he's a nice bloke, and I might have a real chance here for something normal, but you're saying less and less to me, and I'm so terribly confused…!"

Lavender stared at a spot on Cho's shoulder until the not-so-white collar of Cho's blouse caught her attention. Of course it wasn't white; there was a mauve-colored stain that was faded but still there. Lavender remembered it being there one of the last times they had been at Cho's flat. And now she found herself being the one to stare as Cho groaned and shook her head at some internal thought…but it wasn't Lavender's fault that Cho was confused, and it surely had nothing to do with the lipstick stains she'd left on Cho's neck and collar they last time they had planned to have dinner at Cho's place and had ended up doing other things just as they had countless other times before (of course there'd been less and less conversation—it wasn't as necessary between them anymore)… No, Lavender had nothing to do with this confusion.

But she wondered how long ago they had come to a silent agreement to be all one needed and all the other wanted…at least, in the short term.

Because Cho's long-term option was here and knocking on her door.

"Please, say something…," Cho begged quietly.

Instead, Lavender ate her cake, the peppermint awakening her from her nervousness (or was it the Plangentine doing that?). She really had been selfish to keep Cho all to herself these past few years, but she knew she'd been lucky to do so, all the same. Maybe Cho…maybe she'd done the impossible and healed Lavender. Maybe a fling, a relationship with someone quite like her had been the remedy—or maybe it had just been the companionship.

But Cho was still broken. Cho still needed repair—and the best thing Lavender could do for her was to break her a little bit more. Then, utterly shattered, Cho could seek out her Muggle man and really have the life she'd always deserved and wanted. After all, wasn't it supposed to go that it's always darkest before the dawn? So maybe Lavender would have to be a little evil to be good.

"What's his name?" she kindly inquired, finishing her cake.

Cho seemed to understand what it meant, that they'd just closed another chapter in their lives. "Oh, it's…" And, as she answered her, it never occurred to Lavender that Cho looked ready to cry as she gushed about her Muggle.

Truly different from a lot of my stuff…not even a happy ending. Or is it? Was Lav being good, evil, or just deciding on an action? And Cho… I actually, for once, alluded to something mentioned by JKR, that she goes on to marry a Muggle man. But, judging by this exchange that breathes of a more-than-friendly past between the two witches, I have to wonder if Cho could marry him or stay married to him. Lavender certainly cared for Cho—and Cho despairs as she still loves Lav. A fling, this was not. ;] Notes: Plangentines are a magical fruit, don't really know what they do, but I included them… And it was the Millennium Bridge that was destroyed in the HBP movie, hence my connection created to it. Anyway, this is hat in a box's prize for having the best oneshot, "Love, Always," for the 2011 Mew & Mor's Weird Pairings competition. It is one of the very best oneshots I've ever had the pleasure to read (if not THE best), and it made me a babbling blob of goo upon reading it. :') I hope you liked this, Hattie—maybe it won't make you into a babbling blob of goo like me, but maybe I'll get a tear? ;D *lol*

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: GAH. I think it was around this time, in 2012, when I was trying harder to write unhappy endings, because they're hard to do, esp for a romantic like me. But, MAN, I still love this one. I actually outline a bit my idea for what Cho's canonical life looks like (and I plan on writing that life for her at some point as part of the Maydayverse), but I rly want to write a sequel where Chovender can be happy…! Dx GAH.

#hp #harry potter #chovender #lavender brown #cho chang #<2500 #romance #femslash #angst #trio era #rated: PG13 #3rd POV

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camelliacats · 7 years

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Can't Let Go

A freeverse poem, best viewed on FFN or AO3.

Fic: "Can't Let Go" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Cho Chang/Lavender Brown

Rating: K+

Words: ~200

Additional info: romance, femslash, poetry, freeverse, Harry's era, 1st person POV

Summary: Passions can be volatile, but—mixed correctly—they can be transcending.

Like a

FLASH

L·G·T·I·G·

·I·H·N·N—

Harry's (Ron's) cute

Cedric's there

(Push Hermione out of the way)

Cedric's ~g~o~n~e~

(Ron muttered ~h~e~r~ name in his sleep)

Godric, it all seems so

U_s_e_l_e_s_s

I'll push him out of my mind

(I'll push her out of his mind)

I…I've got to move on

(Everyone's making me move on)

I'll be glad to l_e_a_v_e this place

(I don't want to l_e_a_v_e during a war!)

I'm (not) that s·h·a·l·l·o·w

All I know is that I've got to redirect this energy

(Where the bloody hell am I supposed to redirect this energy?)

I need a new

c-h-a-l-l-e-n-g-e

Ah, I'll give you a new

c-h-a-l-l-e-n-g-e

You? Forget it

I have no need of a

gOsSiP

Fine. I have no need of a

wEePy BiTcH

I was only weepy because of a broken love life!

I have one, too!

E_x_a_c_t_l_y

I just wish someone would

R-E-P-A-I-R

Oh.

Oh…

…ever wonder why we put up with wizards?

Yes, we're too brilliant&&beautiful for them

They don't appreciate us

You're plenty beautiful, with your big blue eyes

Thank you…your personality isn't too bad, y'know?

And these h_a_n_d_s…

·are p*r*e*t*t*y·

·are c*a*r*i*n*g·

&& that shoulder…maybe I can do more than

just lean on it

—the !unexpected!

.::h_a_p_p_e_n_s::.

Ah, yes… Confused? ;) The bold parts are Lavender's thoughts (in parentheses) and words (not in parentheses), and the non-bold parts are the words of Cho. Where the lines alternate are things they agree on/say together. And the opening concludes thusly: "Like a FLASH of LIGHTNING—the unexpected happens." I surprisingly like the idea of them together… It opens up some new avenues… :3 This was inspired in part by the song "One Minute, One Second" by Epik High featuring Taru. Suuuuch a good beat! X3 "Can't let go" is a lyric from the chorus.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: Funnily enough, I've only written them one other time, but Chovender really appeals to me. :3c

#hp #harry potter #chovender #cho chang #lavender brown #<1000 #romance #femslash #poetry #free verse #trio era #rated: PG #1st POV

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