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Description :Part 1 - Part 2- part 3..To be continued.

Summery: Where a girl from New Zealand goes to brooklyn to live with her Auntie and Uncle, mets a brooklyn boy with secrets and a voice like honey with pretty hazel green eyes.

Where a brooklyn boy mets a girl from New Zealand with an accent he's never heard before, who he can't seem to forget.

The start of the most unlikely relationship between two people starts to bloom, between a brooklyn boy who's just a little misunderstood.

And a Polynesian girl struggling to find who she is in the concrete jungle of NYC so far from home.

Will this relationship bloom or stay untouched? Maybe we should let fate take the lead for this one.

Fic summary: slow burn, obvious to flirting, a little bit of angst, romance, revenge, anger.

WARNINGS ⚠️: Horrible attempts at slang, Horrible attempts at Spanish, Swearing, Weapons, Gore, Drugs, Alcohol, Mature themes, Spelling mistakes.

Be warned terrible attempt at slang for miles and Spanish, but we do be trying 🥲, this is literally my first time at trying out writing a fic and trying to finsh it too, so feed back would be nice and any ideas you may have ill take into consideration too!

Also I will be leaving little hints on what the chapters are about using small poems or quotes, so be sure to read those. It'll be a little insider on what (Y/N)'s past maybe even about Miles too, and even a little hint on what the chapter could potentially bring in the future 👀

chapter 1: Bumpin' into a stanger.

"Two souls don't find each other by simple accident" -Unknown

"Ion want to hurt you ma" he said to me his forearm against the wall next to my head as he caged me between him and the wall.

But I couldn't make out his face, it was to dark on this street, the nearest street light was to far away to give me even a slightest glimpse his face hidden in the shadows.

The only thing I could make out where his lips. They looked so soft and plump.

"Who said I'd let you?" I couldn't help but fire back as my heart pounded in my chest, and I was sure if he leaned in any closer he'd hear it.

He chuckled softly, the sound like liqud honey, but also slightly deep and so undeniably fucking attractive "you ain't got no idea who I am, do you mamas?"

"What?" I said confused, my head tilted back to look up at him even though I couldn't see his face. my hands felt sweaty and clamy as I rubbed them against my upper thighs against my jeans to wipe it away.

He kissed his teeth as he huffed a little amused "Fuck, Chica" he said smoothly his voice touched by an accent.

Spanish, I think? I wasn't sure, couldn't bring myself to pay attention, now with how he moved just a little closer, now pressed up against me.

And jesus, did that voice have my knees weak and threatening to give out under me.

"qué me estás haciendo" he mumbled leaning in closer to me and my pluse quickened my breath hitching as his lips got closer to mine.

I held my breath as his lips brushed against-

"Y/N GET THE FUCK UP YOUR GONNA BE LATE" a voice yelled, snapping me out of my dream.

My eyes shot open in fright, I shot up in bed but well ended up tangled in my sheets and tumbled out of the bed "Fuck!" I cursed as I hit the ground and I groaned.

"Well what are you waiting for young lady, get up. ka tohe koe i tenei reiti." Came my Auntie Lily's voice from the kitchen as she grumbled to herself.

My Auntie Lily's like me, she's from new Zealand too, but ended up moving to brooklyn after she met my uncle and fell in love with him.

My auntie lily has beautiful long black wavey hair hair that stops mid back, light brown skin, and dark brown eyes. And still even in her mid-thirtys she's still very beautiful.

I heard the sound of shuffling feet filled the apartment of everyone wide awake and getting ready for the Day.

I groaned from where I lay on the floor in a tangle of blankets my cheek squished against the carpet, I lay there for a few minutes before I pushed myself up and untangled myself from the blankets.

"Fuckin' mornings" I grumbled under my breath as I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom I was thankful I had in the bedroom my Auntie let my have.

The room was still plain and empty of decorations seeing as I only just got to America two days ago, and well its only been two days since I've been in new york, so I was still getting used to things here.

I made it into my bathroom and sighed running a hand through my messy hair and looked up in the bathroom mirror and grimaced a little, because well I'd seen better days for sure.

I had dark bags under my eyes, my skin looked a little oily and kinda dry in some places as I rubbed my finger tips over my skin to get a better feel, seeing as I didn't get to do my skincare before I left to get on a plane here to New York, and well fuck the 16 hour flight I had to take here and the stuffy plane filled with assholes.

And well having to get used to an 18 hour time difference was hard too, but slowly and surely I was getting used to it but not as fast as I needed too seeing as I had only been here for about two weeks.

I thought rolling my eyes to myself, then I glanced at my piercings I had and hummed in thought, thinking of the last time I cleaned them.

I had a septum piercing nothing fancy just a sliver one, then snake bites on both sides of my bottom lip and yet again nothing fancy just plain old silver seeing as I could never get the right lip rings for them, either to big, to small or just not comfortable, course I had a tongue piercing but that was just an impulse decision to get it, a plain old sliver bar with red and white stripped balls on each end.

And finally I had both my first and second lobes pierced, for my first lobe it was just a plain old sliver hoop with safety-pins hanging from them, because I remembered reading somewhere that they meant something like being a trusting person always here to listen and help so I thought why not and added them, then for the second lobe was a sliver stud shaped like a small Angel wing with a little white crystal in the center, a gift from auntie Lily for my 18th last year.

And I grimaced as I ran a hand through my hair, it felt greasy and sweaty seeing as I didn't get to wash it for the past few days being tired and trying to adjust to being in such a new place, and well it didn't look any better either and was in some need of some good TLC.

With a slow deep sigh I turned on the shower to warm leaving it to warm up as I walled into my room over to my drawers to get some clothes and underwear.

I pulled out a fair of black cargos, and a black halter crop top I had cause it was right there and I didn't want to go digging for any other shirt feeling to lazily to look for something different.

I pulled out a pair of black ankle socks and threw them on my bed to put on after my shower, then a plain pair of black panties and a bra to match nothing fancy, along with throwing a black oversized varsity jacket I had with red accents on it, onto my bed too.

Before I moved off to the bathroom with my clothes to wash up, and get my day started even though I wanted to crawl into bed and die.

(About 30 minutes later)

I walked out of my bathroom feeling fresh and brand knew after washing up, doing my skincare, and putting some products in my hair and clipping it back in a messyish bun to keep my damp hair out of my face, but still I had a few stray hairs framing my face and curling gently against my cheek.

I slipped my socks on then my old warn black Nikes with white accents, i so happened to buy myself back home after going on a day out with my sisters, I'm our small town, cause why not and I needed some new shoes and by looking at these ones I'd need to get some new shoes later on too.

I quickly swiped on some of my vanilla oil perfume putting some just below my ears, then my collarbones and then finally my wrists before setting it down, slipping on my jacket then my cross body bay I got on sale it was a small black Nike cross body bag with about four different pockets.

the one right on the front of the bag had about three different lip balms in it, the one right on the back and some cash and my credit card in it, and on the inside it had my portable charger and a small charger cord in it for both my phone and well my earbuds, the other little pocket didn't really have much in it on the inside just my apartment keys and some lose change I had.

I didn't forget to slip my phone into my back pocket while putting my JBL earbuds in my bag too after taking the earbuds out of the case.

Bought them myself when they were on sale, cause I had a Job back home, made decent money too, got paid 25 an hour just to clean some rooms on the weekend or even ever school was out, I always put half of what I had away in my savings and the rest I kept for myself to spend on what I wanted or needed.

And as I walked out of my room I swiped on some coconut lip bam cause my lips felt dry, as I started to walk for the door, after shoving it back into the front pocket of my bag.

"I'm off! Bye Auntie!" I called out to my Auntie as I slipped out the door.

"Bye have a good day!" I heard her call out after me as I slipped out the door, putting my ear buds in my ears, and tapping the side of the right one once to press play as the song 'Baby by me by 50 cent and Ne-yo' filled my ears as I walked down the apartment hallway.

down the stairs and then finally the apartment building and down the street to get my schedule from the new school I was starting in a few days, but first I was having a little meeting with the principal so he could show me around first.

~Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I hummed along under my breath as I walked down the street hands in my jacket pockets as I walked, bobbing my head a little to the beat of the music as it played in my ears blocking out the sounds of the city around me.

Taking in the sights around me cause I haven't actually stopped to take the time too really look at everything, all I really knew what this was Brooklyn, a little run down but still in its own way beautiful, graffiti here and there on the sides of buildings, a few old looking stores, people going about there day, and well a few shady people lurking around alleyways, but I knew better then to look at them so I didn't.

But the people here had spirit for sure, I could here the mix of New York/ Brooklyn slang, home cooked meals being made, the sounds of people taking even over the sound of music in my ears, the mix of American and Latin culture being thrown around with Spanish too, a language I didn't quite understand but was still beautiful nonetheless, the beautiful blends of skin tones ranging from dark mahogany skin to light skinned brown with a few pale skin tones and tanned.

~Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I stopped at a crossing as I pulled a hand from my pocket to press the button on the pole to the traffic lights before stuffing it back in my pocket, waiting for the red light to turn green.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games, so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

Once the light turned green I walked across the crossing with a few others, dodging out of the way of people almost brushing against me cause they weren't looking where they were going and I did not want them touching me.

Personal preference really, I wasn't overly fond of being touched. Never been an overly touchy person either, hug's definitely weren't my thing unless I was close enough to you to be comfortable hugging you. Then again it took me nearly four to five years being comfortable to hug my own friends back home. But like I said it was personal preference.

I kept walking feeling glad I had gone with my Auntie when she had first signed me up for my new school, and that new school was brooklyns Visions Academy I was lucky enough to get into. I know you've got to be well really smart to get in and I wasn't exactly the smartest, but they started up an art program I managed to get a scholarship for to be able to join the school I think so far I was one part of the first ten students to get the art program school.

But most of all I was glad I went with her on that car ride to the school because I was so anxious and paranoid I was gonna forget the way to school, that I had before hand set up the directions on my phone incase I did forget the way there, or maybe I was just overthinking making myself anxious and paranoid.

And I had tried my hardest to memorise the way there and back home too....yeah I'm definitely just overthinking again, a very bad habit of mine I couldn't shake off.

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come on~

I walked down two more streets before turning a corner and spotting the school up a head with students lingering outside or making there way into the school as I walked up to it.

I took a deep breath in and tried to shake off my social anxiety as I got nearer to the stairs leading up to the school.

"That's a lot of people outside" I muttered to myself, but I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the lingering feeling of anxiety prickly at my skin.

I made it up to the stairs of the school and walking up them and passed people as I walked through the school doors ignoring there stares, and if there where whispers I was glad I couldn't hear them over the music in my ears blocking out all noise, forcing myself to focus on the music then the stares burning themselves into my back as I clenched my fists in the pockets of my jacket.

~first it's her neck, yeah then her back, yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that, girl I perform for ya, like a porno star, 'til you had enough, then I just need a little bit more~

I was lost in thought and the music playing its up beat tune in my ears a much needed distraction from my anxiety as I hummed along lowly under my breath as I looked down at my feet as I shuffled down the schools hallway to the principals office, having memorised the way there the first time I was here.

Weaving through people and trying my damn hardest not to bump into anyone, or get in anyone's way as I slid past a group of people just standing in the hallway talking to each other, a group of girls not really caring they where in the way of others getting to there lockers and trying there hardest to balance books in there arms as they headed to class a little early .

And seeing as I wasn't looking up or paying much attention being to busy daydreaming as I weaved through and around people, I manged to walk into someone, bumping into a hard chest.

'Good job (Y\L), did the one thing you were literally trying not to do'

And I winched in embrassment as I pulled away tugging an earbud from my ear and shoving it in my pocket "Shit I'm so sorry" I apologised to the person infront of me I had just walked into.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games), so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come see what i mean~

I glanced up to see who I bumped into, another apology on my tongue, but it died when I got a look at the guy infront of me, but that felt wrong to call him a guy or even a boy, cause he looked like a man and held himself like one too, like someone who had to grow up just a little to fast making him so much more mature for his age then others.

He had dark skin but not to dark skin it was like the perfect mix between milk chocolate and dark chocolate somewhere just in between, he had barely noticeable freckles I could only just see being so close to him dotting his nose bridge and cheeks, his features where soft yet sharp in some places making him look more mature then he should for his age but he still had that soft boyish look under the stoic expression on his face, his lips looked soft and plump if not just a tiny bit chapped.

His hair which looked like he had 4B textured hair in dense coils was braided back, in two braids down the back of his head and only just brushing past his shoulders, a hairstyle that suited him but I could tell by the way his hair was just slightly frizzy and looking like his hair may have grown out just a bit, he was in need of a touch up.

he was taller then me thats for sure, I was 5ft6 and he looked around 6ft something and towered over me so I really had to tilt my head back to look at him, sure I wasn't exactly tall, but it was clear he got his tall genes from maybe his father? Or even his mother, but I wouldn't know, this was literally the first time I'd ever met him.

But what really got my attention was his eyes, they were a Hazel colour with hints of green in them but one eye his left had more green in it then the other did, but it was very subtle unless you where up close to him. His eyes reminded me of a forest the brown of the tree trunks with the green of the leaves or even moss, reminding me a little bit of home.

And for a moment I felt just a little ping of something I couldn't identify, maybe homesickness? Or maybe just missing the vast green of the forests, mountains and trees I was used to seeing. Compared to the concrete jungle that was NYC so vastly different.

He had on the Visions Academy uniform, his tie was hanging loosely from his neck like he just loosened it or just didn't bother to really out it on properly, the sleeves of his white button up rolled up to his elbows his school jacket nowhere in sight probably in his bag or even in his dorm, the dark navy blue trousers that went with the uniform fitting him quite well too.

Expect his shoes were Nike airs purple and white with black accents, that well made him stand out a little. But even then his school uniform didn't hide the fact he was lean, not just hard muscle, not lean enough to show he was always busy physically in the way of going to the gym or even maybe another kind of activity just as physical for him to keep his figure just right, not to much muscle, but not quite just skinny being just bones and all, it was a perfect balance in between the both of them.

"It's aight ma, don't sweat it" he said, his voice was deep but not to deep, and the way his words rolled off his tongue like honey and a hint of an accent I couldn't really place at the moment with music still playing in my ear, and the noise of students walking around us.

He had a hand on my waist having set it there when I had bumped into him, a reflex probably to make sure either he didn't fall over or to make sure I didn't ass over either.

His hand on the bare skin of my waist peeking out just under my crop top, his hands felt rough calloused just enough so it was clear he did hands on physical work but not to rough to the point it felt like the skin on his palms were gonna scratch my skin, it was a strangely pleasant feeling feeling the rough skin on my own.

And for a moment that threw me off, I hadn't ever liked someone's touch before, not even my own mothers. So for the fact I didn't mind his touch, that this feeling wasn't like the usual feeling I got when someone touched me. That it didn't feel like my skin was crawling and making me physically uncomfortable....was strange, so very, very strange to me.

I blinked a little in surprise, 'Ma? Well that's a new one' I thought to myself before I shook it off and cleared my throat stepping back away from him shoving my hands back in my pockets.

"Sorry again, I should have paid more attention" I said to the mystery man in front of me with a small awkwardly apologetic smile.

'Jesus I feel fucking awkward as hell right now, get a grip (Y/N) stop being a little bitch'

"Mm, ain't nothin' ma, just look where you goin' next time" He sounding almost a little amused, but if he was I couldn't tell over the rising anxiousness and awkwardness as he looked down at me as he seemingly shurgged off the situation, his hand fell from my waist dropping back to his side.

"Uh yeah, I'll remember that" I said a little awkwardly cause well I wasn't a people person and clearly didn't get out much to be standing here trying to have a normal conversation.

"Well I better get going, have a good day, and sorry again for bumping into you" I said to him automatically falling into a more polite tone, one that had been drilled into me for years back home by my parents, family and everyone I basically knew.To always been polite unless given a reason not to be polite to them, just like I was told to be respectful, until they didn't have the right to earn such respect for me if they couldn't give it back in return.

AI stepped away with a small smile and a nod to the man I bumped into as I started to walk away.

"See you 'round ma" he called out to me as he watched me leave, as I continued to walk down the hallway to the principals office, taking my earbuds from my pocket and shoving it back in my ear as I walked just a little faster away from him, feeling so goddamned embarrassed and awkward.

(Miles's POV)

Miles watched as the girl who had bumped onto him apologised one last time so politely making him almost, almost crack a genuine smile for the first time in along while, even told him to have a good day before she left and he couldn't help but be amused by that.

And a small smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her walk away, his eyes trailing over her from her hair clearly damp from a shower clipped back messily to the clothes she wore.

Black varsity jacket with red accents on the collar and chuffs of the sleeves, black cargos that hugged her lower body just right, he paused for a moment to look at her ass, as she walked, and yeah those cargo's definitely hugged her just right.

She had an accent too, one he didn't recognise, but it sounded like a mix of two completely different accents that seemed to blend so easily together when she spoke, her voice wasn't like the other girls voices in this school.

Coming out a tad soft and like honey when words fell from her pierced lips and slightly high pitched from embarrassment and being a tad awkward.

But what he noticed the most was how when she spoke her two uniquely blended accents just come out more pronounced with certain words as she spoke, sometimes sounding more like the other the blended together.

But it was clear she wasn't from Brooklyn not with that accent and the way she acted either, but the biggest give away was how jetlagged she still looked, along with her features that looked unique, unique in the way that showed where ever she was from she was a perfect blend of two cultures, and that was enough for him to know she was new to his city.

She was also not bad looking either, she had pretty (E/C) eyes, a pretty little body too softly curved in the right places. He remembered too how soft her skin felt against his rough palm, the tingling feeling it left behind on his palm from were his hand had been on her waist.and unconsciously he clenched and unclenched the hand that had touched her soft skin.

But he also remembered the smell of her perfume once he got a whif of it when she had been just inches from him, it smelt like vanilla and something softer, something sweet kinda like marshmallows. it wasnt strong like most perfumes that stung his nose and over powering his nose with the harsh smell of someone drowning themselves in there perfume. it was soft and subtle, Not over powering the soft scent of coconut sticking to her skin mixing in so well with the vanilla.

Miles turned around and walked off to his Spanish class his backpack slung lazily over his shoulder "Interesting" he muttered to himself under his breath as he kept walking, a barely visible smirk on his lips as he walked shoving his hands in his pockets, as he lazily strolled to class.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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Translations: qué me estás haciendo = What are you doing to me?

ka tohe koe i tenei reiti = Your gonna be late at this rate

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kavehnanginto · 1 year

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and i told the sun something about you

pairings: 5wirl x gn!reader

synopsis: the burdens of the past still in his shoulders and the journey to peace is hard and full of changes, it is no surpise that it all becomes too much... thankfully in the darkness of the night their lies the moon glowing and they watch as it becomes the comfort and light in the dark

tags: hurt and comfort, tragic pasts, emo depressed boys, fluff, i think idk, no angst i also think, thats basically it, i miss writing like this so much hehehehhehe

VENTI

He's at it again. You watch him sitting in his favorite spot, one that he always teased you that you can't ever reach. But that didn't really matter when you were more concerned that he never went down. He should've swayed with the townfolk, the cheers of his ballads were not to be heard.

"Venti!" you called out his name that night, and there he lied restless and unmoving all at once. That didn't really made you give up, instead, you climbed infront of his favorite statue. In hopes that you'll be on top and see his favorite view for the first time.

And be with him.

You saw the piles of wine scattered at the beaitiful and delicate hands of the statue, the same as the model they went by with it. And as you placed the human sized hands, his face finally meeting yours, you smiled.

"You were right, the view here is truly beautiful." You saw the moon on his eyes, and with it your light. And as he saw the moon in yours he can't help but wonder what truly was the difference between both.

XIAO

The conquerer of demons is no need of sleep, but you know damn well he is need of rest. He never came, and you were too scared to call. Maybe he'll lash out on you, maybe he won't even care. It's better to not humor yourself with the possibility if you try to call him.

As you walk on the lake, the familiar glaze lilies all bloom, swaying in the cold breeze. You can't help but feel someone missing at your side and as you start to miss him once more the sound of conflict can be heard near.

You saw him riddled with karmic debt, as you ran in the sound of danger. He was surpised to see you, but he was too tired to react. Finally happy to see him you hugged him soundly, and for the first time he dare not react. But there he sat on the grassy field and let himself go for a while, drifting comfortably to your hand on his, his head on your lap.

It was a vulnerable act, not one made by a yaksha. But he was no longer anyone when he's with you, he's just Xiao. And the moon as your only witness, for you that had always and will always be enough.

KAZUHA

One who's soul is too free can never love so eternally, but as the months went by you noticed that Kazuha still possessed shackles of his past. Even as he travelled miles and countries afar, the memories of it all never disappeared. He was but a human after all living in the world where Gods too can't move past yesterday.

After all those poems of longing and odes to joy, you look for him in the comforts of Liyue Harbor to see him standing by the sea–the direction of his home. You sat beside him, a smile on your face.

"Can't sleep?" He nodded, he was honest but with that he was not shy. Kazuha expressed what he truly felt in a way he wants you to see. He looks like someone with many secrets and stories but he'll easily share them with a stranger, his friend and even his foe.

His home was not as it was before and maybe its for the better. He found you. It maybe with the cost of his heart breaking a million pieces but he found you. And in these moments Kazuha learned to never regret, and appreciate the beauty beside him.

The moon. The stars. You.

HEIZOU

He was a humurous man, but that case really scarred him. There he searched for you and you almost had a heart attack when he embraced the love of his life. Both of your days are always like this, but the feeling of melancholia in his heart was evident in his face buried in your neck, in his fidgety arms that intertwined when they meet at your back.

"Heizou?" There was no response and it was not needed. But now he clings at your clothes causing you to fall to the floor and him patting your hands as his eyes finally let go of the comfort of your skin.

You smiled at his pouty face, causing him to whine then complain at how you were making the situation sadder and then grinning back when you actually thought he was serious. He had a bad day at work, but it wasn't one he needed to bring in your presence.

And he need not to hide away what happened, but it all disappeared when you were there. After all, he needs you everyday for that very reason. And he needs you all his life for that very same happiness. And he's glab you held his hand too on stormy nights and sunny skies. Just like he'll do yours.

Every single time.

WANDERER

He is one with many names, many secrets and many scars. All he hides, and some never see the light of day. Nowadays he tries to show who he is, what he's like but wha happened before all got thrown away. And one day it all came crashing down.

You looked for him everywhere after that fight, maybe he hates you now, maybe you should've closed your mouth shut. But he should've listened, and care what you wanted to say.

To let go and leave it all behind is nothing but a wish, but finding peace in the turmoil and darkness is our reality. And when you saw him in the balcony all by himself, he found your statement true.

The moon was absent today, but the sky never seemed so bright.

"I'm sorry." You stopped when he quietly mumbled an apology and as you hugged him tight, he doesn't need breathing anyway. He needs you, and he wants you for every living second you have.

It was a new beginning for him, and he has never been this excited before. To live a normal life, and for you to be his comfort and light.

hello guys muhahhahaha i miss writing in these anyways its a 80 followers yeheyyyy!!!! That makes me very happy anyways thank you for everything i love you so much i literally have a parasocial relationship with people who read these garbage i put out jk thank you so much and i hope you have a nice day :D i also didnt proof read this like always

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rollercoasterwords · 2 years

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wlw marauders fics

hello! this has taken quite a while to put together, but for anyone interested -- here is a list of a bunch of wlw marauders fics i have read and enjoyed :) green for a happy ending, blue for an angsty one, pink for something bittersweet <3

(note - on some of the longer fics/wips i have not finished reading the entire thing/all of what's available yet - those ones are marked with a *)

oneshots/single ch fics

seasons in desire, by dykesiriusblack (@dykesiriusblack)

pairing: dorlene

rating: M

word count: 12k

description: muggle university au; friends to lovers; mutual pining; get-together fic. one of my absolute faves, laura's writing always makes me want to bite my own fingers off like baby carrots.

let the ghosts sleep tonight, by outlaw_baby

pairing: dorlene

rating: unrated

word count: 7k

description: another one of my absolute faves; canon-compliant wartime look at dorlene's relationship w lots of mutual pining and some of the most beautiful writing i've ever read

Hey Dorcas, by moonymoment (@blurryayse)

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 14k

description: friends to lovers, tracing dorcas + marlene's relationship at hogwarts over time. everything jude writes makes me want to rip my hair out and knit it into a blanket and curl up under that blanket and stare at the wall for three hours and this is no exception. happy ending

'81, posted anonymously

pairing: dorlene (kinda)

rating: T

word count: 4.6k

description: AU where marlene survived the first war with voldemort; a story about dealing with grief after the death of dorcas and so many other loved ones.

marlene mckinnon is not a coward, by AllThisAndLoveTooWillRuinUs (@wishingitwerewolfstar)

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 6k

description: follows marlene coming to terms with her sexuality during the first war w/ voldemort, coming out, and confessing her feelings to dorcas.

sweet as rot, by vaindumbass

pairing: dorlene

rating: M

word count: 7.3k

description: au where marlene + dorcas are the ones to kill peter instead of sirius; they get thrown in azkaban. very much a toxic relationship, hurt/no comfort. gut-wrenchingly poetic writing

As The Light Disperses, by blanketed_in_stars (@blanketed-in-stars)

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 4k

description: canon-compliant; follows dorcas + marlene's relationship during the first war up

Oxygen, by Stupidsimp100 (@stupidsimp100)

pairing: marylily

rating: T

word count: 3.7k

description: canon-compliant; unrequited love. james + lily announce their engagement during the first war with voldemort. mary + lily have a conversation about it.

Painting Marlene, by You_must_tell_them_stories

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 3.5k

description: dorcas is an artist; a look at dorcas + marlene's relationship through her art

hackery, by orphan_account

pairing: dorlily (dorcas/lily)

rating: T

word count: 1.8k

description: dorcas + lily get caught in an ambush during the war. honestly reads like a very long and beautiful poem i love it SO much and i am so sad that the work was orphaned bc i want to find whoever wrote it and give them a passionate kiss on the lips

Soft, Strong, Disposable, by doshu (@vdoshu)

pairing: narcissa black/mrs. zabini

rating: T

word count: 1.4k

description: a series of letters tracing the relationship between lavilla zabini and narcissa black

All the truths untold, by SeaDragons

pairing: dorlene

rating: M

word count: 11.3k

description: follows marlene + dorcas in their time with the Order during the first war; marlene thinks dorcas is the spy and is determined to catch her out

By the Book, by Squidgilator (@squidgilator)

pairing: dorlene

rating: G

word count: 6.5k

description: the Hogwarts library is intent on getting Marlene to read a weird old book, for some reason. Dorcas gets involved, shenanigans ensue. super cute and sweet

room 41 (kiss me goodybe every time you leave), by fivecenturiesverse (@fivecenturiesverse)

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 1.6k

description: marlene and dorcas steal away to hotel rooms in the middle of the war

Wildflower About You, by jennandblitz

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 1.7k

description: modern + muggle au; marlene runs a cafe with sirius + remus, and she's been trying to work up the nerve to ask out her flower supplier

Perennial Tears, by violet_storms

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: T

word count: 1.3k

description: a short + beautifully written story about narcissa + lily's relationship. canon-compliant

Sugar Burn, by Remedial

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: G

word count: 1.4k

description: lily catches narcissa's eye at a bar

set me down in your warm arms, by NoStringsOnMe (@martelldoran)

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: T

word count: 2.6k

description: lily and narcissa accidentally get themselves snowed into a cabin

Better By Far You Should Forget by violet_storms

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: T

word count: 1.1k

description: achingly beautiful little oneshot of narcissa reflecting on lily's birthday

it can't be hard to find a present right?? (wrong) by dduucckk (@inthewild-flowers)

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 1.9k

description: modern + muggle au; dorcas and marlene are both trying to find last minute xmas presents for each other

if you can't love me honey go on just pretend by basketofnovas (@slashmarks)

pairing: bellatrix black/amelia bones

rating: T

word count: 3k

description: bellatrix decides to flirt with amelia bones for fun; it turns into something more

just hold out for tomorrow, by the_crownless_queen

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 1k

description: marlene + dorcas; a conversation during the war

How It Feels When We Fall, by veeagainst (@veeagainsttheday)

pairing: lilylene (marlene/lily)

rating: unrated

word count: 1.7k

description: traces marlene + lily's relationship during the war

will the muses sing our names?, by the_crownless_queen

pairing: dorlene

rating: unrated

word count: 2.2k

description: au where voldemort wins the first war, and the survivors have to find ways to keep on living

this is how it feels (when you fight back), by saiditallbefore (@saiditallbefore)

pairing: lily/alice

rating: T

word count: 3.2k

description: au where james + frank die, but lily + alice live. they end up going into hiding together, which leads them to grow closer + eventually makes plans to seek revenge...

laughing 'til our ribs get tough (but that will never be enough), by sapphfics

pairing: lilylene (lily/marlene)

rating: G

word count: 1.2k

description: a look at lily + marlene's relationship through the years, with an ending that gutted me

Darling, Tell Me Your Name, by shessocold (@hp-shessocold)

pairing: lilylene (lily/marlene)

rating: unrated

word count: 1.3k

description: marlene plays quidditch; lily definitely doesn't have a crush...

Devil's Snare, by elicitillicit

pairing: alice/narcissa

rating: M

word count: 1.4k

description: canon-compliant; friends-to-lovers; traces alice + narcissa's relationship throughout the years

Risking It All, by JackNSallyGal

pairing: marylene

rating: G

word count: 2k

description: during the first war, marlene and mary follow sirius on a mission to rescue lily

i hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old, posted anonymously

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: G

word count: 3k

description: lily + narcissa meet at the start of a zombie apocalypse (!!!!)

darling, don't leave me waiting (one night, i will be your star), by aheartcalledhome

pairing: narcissa/marlene

rating: T

word count: 1.7k

description: after it's all over, narcissa reflects on her relationship with marlene

auburn and ivory, by herrlucifer

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: T

word count: 3.3k

description: sad + sweet oneshot following lily + narcissa's relationship during their hogwarts years

The Captain's Girl, by JackNSallyGal

pairing: mary/emma vanity

rating: T

word count: 4.7k

description: after mary is attacked by mulciber, the slytherin quidditch captain becomes unusually protective of her

green looks good on you, by humanveil (@humanveil)

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: T

word count: 5k

description: a prank war between hogwarts houses leads to an unexpected relationship between lily and narcissa

bend towards the sun, by lastwingedthing

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: T

word count: 5.3k

description: narcissa + lily find themselves spending a day together after ending up in the same apothecary for the same reason

Between Prospects, by MiraMira

pairing: rita skeeter/mrs. zabini

rating: M

word count: 6.3k

description: canon-compliant fic tracing the relationship of rita skeeter + thea zabini - listen i would never in a million years expect to enjoy this ship but this story is so good i love it

Blindness and Stars, by featherxquill

pairing: rita skeeter/amelia bones

rating: E (this one is...very sexually explicit lmao so be prepared for that if u decide to read)

word count: 11.3k

description: canon-compliant; follows the developing relationship between rita skeeter + amelia bones as they both deal with politics in the aftermath of the first wizarding war

i would kill for some company (temporarily), by lesbianregulusblack (@lesbiansiriusblack)

pairing: pandalily (pandora/lily)

rating: M

word count: 4.7k

description: pandora is a vampire, lily is a human; three guesses what happens next! (this one is very violent + graphic, even though it has a happy ending it is definitely not for the faint of heart. please read tags + expect gore if u decide to read!)

Deadhorse, by thebloatedfrog (@thebloatedfrog)

pairing: dorlene

rating: E

word count: 11.4k

description: marlene is working at denali national park for the summer, dorcas is camping in her van. geology + road trips + alaska + lesbians!!!

carmine, by moonylove (@lesbiansforjamespotter)

pairing: dorlene

rating: G

word count: 1.2k

description: marlene needs to apologize; essentially 1000 words of poetic + beautiful musings about lesbianism <3

Speak Now, by arakhnee (@arakhnee)

pairing: marylily

rating: T

description: lily is marrying james. mary doesn't want her to.

multi-ch fics

how the flowers rise and open, by gaywitches* (@daphnedumaurigay)

pairing: narlily; lilycissa (lily/narcissa)

rating: M

word count: 40k

description: "Despite the sneaking around and the urgency that serve as constant reminders that this is forbidden, clandestine, there’s no denying the quiet domesticity that creeps in at the edges. That somehow plunges straight through Lily’s chest and grabs her heart with both fists making her want, and want, and want, refusing to let go no matter how hard she tries to dig it out.

But, hey, things could be worse. At least she’s not in love with her.

Things are totally under control, and not at all likely to blow up in her face at any moment."

Lily is a smitten idiot, Narcissa is a complicated mess, and things are about as shambolic and sweet as trying to eat a sticky toffee pudding with no hands.

No Strings Attached, by allthedeadgays*

pairing: dorlene; side wolfstar, jegulus, marylily

rating: G

word count: 53k

description: Marlene, Sirius, James, and Regulus have been waiting for the opportunity to compete at the Battle of the Bands for a long, long time; and they are quite sure that this will be an easy win. Until, that is, they find out that a certain band has also signed up— one that they have known and despised for months. Eager to emerge victorious, their fellow classmates Remus, Dorcas, Mary, and Peter are willing to do whatever it takes, but beware, unexpected feelings may arise…

wips

Your Laugh Like Flowers, by andromedas31

pairing: dorlene; side wolfstar, jegulus, rosekiller

rating: unrated

word count: 14k

description: Marlene and Dorcas are on opposing teams of the most suspense-filled war for the Quidditch Cup Hogwarts has ever seen. James Potter spreads the word about the teachers' supposed underground betting ring, and more importantly, how Dumbledore bet in favour of Gryffindor's win. Naturally, inter-house chaos ensues. Naturally, in spite of it all, Marlene and Dorcas manage to fall in love.

Invisible String, by a1phab3ts0up*

pairing: dorlene; side marylily, wolfstar, jegulus

rating: M

word count: 38.6k

description: And isn't it just so pretty to think. All along there was some Invisible String, tying Dorcas to Marlene.

pirate AU of the misadventures between two captains forced to work together while avoiding the occasional near death experience and desperately trying (and failing) to not fall in love along the way.

Mutually Assured Destruction, by Aiofhan

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 4.3k

description: Marlene finds herself stuck in an advanced Arithmancy class with Dorcas Meadowes and basically no one else; if she can't find a different class to take, she'll end up stuck sitting next to an uptight Slytherin all year. Oh, the horror.

to all the lions i've loved before, by shslflamingarrow (@shslflamingarrow)

pairing: lilylene (marlene/lily)

rating: T

word count: 16.2k

description: based on "To All the Boys I've Loved Before" - Lily Evans' love letters are her most secret prized possessions. She writes love letters when she has a crush so intense there's nothing else she can do. The four letters in total are Frank Longbottom the head boy from her first year, Remus Lupin her third year study buddy, Marlene McKinnon long-time best friend, and the newest one. James Potter. When her letters somehow get out, after James has settled ona new girlfriend, the only person she can turn to for help is Marlene and her own letter.

i'm a sucker for the wicked, by siriusisaswiftie*

pairing: dorlene; begins with pandora/dorcas, eventual side pandalily

rating: M

word count: 10k

description: Dorcas Meadowes is doing fine, thank you very much. She’s doing well in school, she’s finally found a group of friends that care about and support her, and to top it all off, she has an incredible girlfriend who she loves. Pandora is kind, caring, and everything Dorcas has ever looked for in a partner, and she refuses to let anything, or anyone, get in the way of her perfect relationship. Especially not Marlene McKinnon and her relentless flirting and ‘don’t care’ attitude.

A Darling, A Demon, A Lamb, by brightened

pairing: alice/lily, james/lily; past marlene/lily

rating: E

word count: 10.8k

description: this story follows lily during the first war; with ever-increasing discrimination against muggleborn wizards, her decision to marry james was more about survival than anything else. and besides, after the death of the woman she loved, what else was she meant to do? (heads up this one is incredibly dark!)

Alaska, by anotherbelladonna

pairing: dorlene

rating: T

word count: 2.3k

description: after marlene runs away, she finds herself living with a kind group of strangers and is immediately drawn to her new roommate

strange trails, by lovejoybug

pairing: dorlene (eventually)

rating: T

word count: 14.7k

description: Dorcas Meadowes wasn’t scared of anything – or at least that’s what she’d been telling people for as long as she could talk.

That wasn’t to say there wasn’t anything to be scared about; the Dark Lord was collecting everyone she knew like chocolate frog cards. Eventually she’d have to make her choice – and time was ticking.

in which Dorcas Meadowes, Slytherin’s self-proclaimed bitchiest witch of the generation, faces the trials and tribulations of a (quite literally) cursed love life, a tumultuous residency at the horror that was Nott Manor, and a rather aggressive desire to say to the hell with it all and take matters into her own hands

honey honey, by aeoneskova* (@aeoneskova)

pairing: past dorlene; marlene-centric fic

rating: M

word count: 156k

description: Marlene McKinnion is shunned from the Wizarding World after her insane claims of Sirius Black’s innocence.

Over the next decade, she has made a life for herself in the muggle world, working as a teacher in a Primary School in Surrey.

But when a boy with green eyes and a lightning bolt scar joins her class, she is thrown back into a world she has tried to leave behind, but will do what it takes to make sure he is safe.

canon-divergence au where marlene survives the war

+ bonus! fics abt pre-marauders era wlw

like a flower to the sun, by Krethes (@krethes)

pairing: minerva mcgonagall/poppy pomfrey

rating: M

word count: 2k

description: traces minerva's relationship with poppy over several years

Dark and Fearsome, by chantefable

pairing: walburga black/minerva mcgonagall

rating: G

word count: 3.3k

description: follows walburga + minervas relationship, from walburga's pov. written from first person pov which i personally normally don't vibe with, but the writing is so beautiful on this that i loved it anyway

Dark and Fearsome (The Constant Moon Remix), by The_Wavesinger

pairing: walburga black/minerva mcgonagall

rating: M

word count: 1k

description: a series of moments in walburga + minerva's relationship, caught on the brink of a war

what bitter thing is this?, by the_crownless_queen

pairing: rowena ravenclaw/helga hufflepuff

rating: T

word count: 1.2k

description: rowena can see the future, but nobody ever believes her

Her Fight & Fury, by jadepresley

pairing: minerva mcgonagall/augusta longbottom

rating: T

word count: 6k

description: academic rivals to lovers to exes; so well-written and somehow cute + fun while also being a little heartbreaking

Roots, by acidpop25

pairing: rowen ravenclaw/helga hufflepuff

rating: G

word count: 1.4k

description: short + sweet story about rowena + helga's relationship

Bibliomancy, by redsnake05

pairing: minerva mcgonagall/irma pince (past helga hufflepuff/irma pince)

rating: T

word count: 12.4k

description: irma pince is called into being as the librarian by the four founders of hogwarts. this story traces her life and service to the hogwarts library. so unexpectedly beautiful and one of the most unique fics i've ever read

With Love, The Pixies (WIP), by pumpkin_heist_lattes*

pairing: minerva mcgonagall/poppy pomfrey; side rolanda hooch/pomona sprout

rating: T

word count: 22k (ongoing WIP)

description: Minerva McGonagall is split down the middle. One half of her is the perfect student, the uptight girl who cares more about grades than feelings. The other half strains to run wild, playing pranks and laughing in the way only her closest friends get to see. Neither half has time for a silly crush on the Quidditch team healer.

Poppy Pomfrey only has one goal - make it through Hogwarts and learn enough to become the Healer her family needs. Friends are barely part of that plan, let alone falling for her judgy rival.

Before the Marauders, there were the Pixies. And Minerva, Rolanda, Poppy, and Pomona have their own share of heartache, laughter, mischief, and angst to get through first.

+ here's my own writing, bc why not :)

The Hand That Feeds, by rollercoasterwords

pairing: dorlene; side wolfstar + jily

rating: M

word count: 235k

description: Marlene McKinnon is a mess. She can’t sleep, she’s almost certainly going to fail all her NEWTs, and she’s 99% sure that if they don’t win the Quidditch Cup this year James Potter will throw himself headfirst off the Astronomy Tower. On top of all that, there’s a war on, yet their professors seem determined to pretend that the biggest problem any of them are facing is finding a Ministry internship. Marlene’s final year at Hogwarts has barely started, and she’s already pretty sure it couldn’t get any worse—that is, until she shows up for her first Potions class and hears the assignment.

Dorcas Meadowes is a stone-cold bitch. At least, that’s what everyone says. She doesn’t need well-meaning professors or overeager classmates or teammates or boyfriends or friends. She doesn’t need anything except to be left alone, the way she likes, until the day she finally leaves school. And she certainly doesn’t need Marlene McKinnon, with her sharp tongue and her snorting laugh and her stupid shiny hair, who seems intent on ruining everything that Dorcas has been working towards for the past two years.

canon-compliant fic that follows dorcas + marlene from 1977-1981

Alice, Look At Me by rollercoasterwords

pairing: alice/narcissa

rating: M

word count: 14.6k

description: canon-compliant fic following narcissa's life from 1955-1993; friends to lovers to a never-ending "what if"

Emmeline: Spring 1981 by rollercoasterwords

pairing: dorcas/emmeline

rating: M

word count: 5.2k

description: this a single-chapter oneshot from a series of oneshots written as companion pieces to atyd - sirius's pov; however, it can be read as a stand-alone, so i'm including it here :) a look at dorcas + emmeline's relationship during the first wizarding war

#fic recs #wlw marauders #wlw fics #if anyone has recs to add please feel free!!#also if anyone happens to know the tumblr for any of the untagged writers #please lmk!#txt

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roselise · 11 days

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Hello, my friends! ♡

I thought I’d finally share my review for the book ‘Snow Flower and the Secret Fan’ by Lisa See today c:

(I’m tagging @rainberrydrops as well since I’ve mentioned this to her before — this is the book I was talking about !!)

I truly enjoyed this book, but I must warn you it can be very sad! It is a part of the story though, and it is a good story.

This book is set in nineteenth-century China, and follows the memories of Lily, and her laotong, Snow Flower.

A laotong or “old-same” was a special companionship between two girls with eight matching characters, and supposed to last over a lifetime.

Their deep friendship starts when they are seven, and Snow Flower, introduces herself by sending Lily a fan with a poem painted on it in nu shu! (Which is unique language Chinese women of the time created to communicate in secret).

Over the many years they send messages on fans, and share their experiences of foot-binding, arranged marriages, and family lives together. There is great tragedy and sorrows, but also much happiness and love. I won’t spoil anything, but the turning point of the novel is when their friendship is tested by an awful misunderstanding.

Will Lily and Snow Flower stay old-sames forever? Will their friendship survive?

Lisa See is *great* author! I learned a lot reading this honestly. Her historical accuracy is incredible, and the writing beautifully descriptive. I felt like I was right there with the girls, and side characters such as Lily’s cousin, Beautiful Moon, were also very intriguing, too.

There is some sensitive content, but the story of Lily and Snow Flower is handled well in my opinion. It was very sweet. I think my favorite memory of Lily’s is definitely the Temple of Gupo fair when they first sign the contract. It sets the stage for the whole book in my opinion!

Overall I recommend ‘Snow Flower and the Secret Fan’ to lovers of historical fiction or anyone who enjoys reading about girl life and friendships ~ !!

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#♡#books #book review #snow flower and the secret fan #lisa see #my first book review !!#i hope i did ok c:#i’ll probably do better as i go along ?#and definitely plan to do more and put up some recommendations c:#( but this is good for now )#how are you today my friends ??#are you doing well ??#i hope so !!#sending many warm hugs and cinnamon rolls if you aren’t though !!#and lots and lots of love ! c:#please take care and have the happiest day today ~ !! ♡#xo ! ♡#🎀 ⊹ ˚ 🤍 . * ♡

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desertdollranch · 4 months

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It was a beautiful evening in late October when Emerson had a very big idea.

She was used to having big ideas, but she had never come up with one nearly as ambitious as this one.

It all started when she and her sisters Olivia, Mari, and Lily found a maple tree that had, overnight, shed all of its brightly colored leaves. They scooped the leaves into a pile and each took turns jumping into it.

Emerson flopped backwards into the pile, and as she tossed the leaves around she thought about how much she loved fall. She loved the golden-tinged evenings, the blustery wind that carried the smell of woodsmoke, and the pretty yellow leaves. It made her feel.... creative.

"Listen to my song!" Emerson said, throwing leaves around, and singing to the tune of "London Bridge is Falling Down":

Autumn leaves are falling down, falling down, falling down! Autumn leaves are falling down, Oh so pretty!

Mari clapped her hands, and baby Lily waved her little arms. Then she tried to eat a leaf.

"That was a great song, Emerson," said Olivia, as she picked Lily up. "You have a real talent for making up poems and songs."

"Thanks!" said Emerson. "It's easy."

"Again!" Mari shouted.

"I bet you've got one more song hiding in your noggin," Olivia said. "Just one before we need to start heading back home."

Emerson thought for a moment about how spring was like the morning, summer was like the daytime, autumn was like evening, and winter like the night. How each season had its song to sing, and its own special magic.

Then she stood up and spread her arms like the tall maple tree that had shed its leaves.

She began to sing her song to the tune of "Hush, Little Baby".

Harvest moon growing big and round Casting shadows on the ground. Autumn leaves come twirling down, Dressing the earth in her warm nightgown. Shorter days and longer nights, Growing cold in the pale moonlight. Summer's warmth is a faded dream, Spirited away on the last sunbeam.

Emerson curtsied as her sisters applauded.

And that was what gave her THE big idea.

The one that made her explode with excitement.

The next day, she brought all of her friends--Kendall, Willa, Ashlyn, and Camille--to the playhouse.

"I've had the most wonderful idea!" she exclaimed. "You'll love it!"

"What is it?" Willa asked.

"We," said Emerson dramatically, are going to put on a show."

"A show!" echoed the other girls.

"Our show will be called 'Fall for Fall.' It will be all about the things that make us fall in love with fall," said Emerson. "Like the whooshing wind, and falling into a leaf pile, and mud puddles, and a whole tree full of yellow leaves."

"What will we do in the show?" Kendall asked. "I don't know any stories or songs about fall."

"Leave that to me," Emerson said. "I've already got two whole songs for us to perform." She sang them her "falling leaves" song, and her "harvest moon" song, which she had preserved in her notebook.

"Those are really good, Emerson," said Ashlyn. "But will that be enough for an entire show?"

"I can write some more while all of you get everything else ready," Emerson replied.

"Oh, please write a song about mud puddles!" Camille begged. "That's my favorite part of fall. And winter. And summer. And spring!"

"Definitely!" Emerson exclaimed. "I'll get to work right now."

"I think each one of us should have a job to do, to help you make this show happen," Kendall suggested.

"Good idea!" Emerson replied.

"Kendall, you're good at building things, so you're in charge of set design."

"I have tons of ideas for that," Kendall replied.

"Willa, you can gather all the props we need."

"I'll start filling a big bag with colorful leaves we can throw around," Willa said.

"Camille, you like playing dress-up, so you can be in charge of the costumes."

"Ashlyn, you can design the posters and invitations, because you're a good artist."

The girls got to work, each of them humming to themselves one of Emerson's songs.

By the end of the week, all five of them had learned the songs and dances, and were ready to perform for their families and friends.

Emerson had, as she promised, written a song about mud puddles. They all decided it would be the best part of the show.

Finally it was opening night. The curtains parted, and the show began!

Kendall and Camille were the first act in the show. They tossed leaves as they sang to the tune of "London Bridge is Falling Down":

Autumn leaves are falling down, falling down, falling down! Autumn leaves are falling down, Oh, so pretty!

Take some leaves and toss them up, toss them up, toss them up! Take some leaves and toss them up, Oh, so pretty!

The audience clapped. Kendall and Camille bowed, and then ran off the stage.

Ashlyn came out onto the stage, and Willa came out carrying signs she had made to represent each line of the poem Ashlyn recited, called "Yellow Leaves":

When autumn comes We love to see The yellow leaves On every tree.

As yellow as a school bus, Yellow as a pear; Yellow as a dandelion, Yellow as Camille's hair!

As yellow as a lemon, Yellow as the sun; As yellow as the butter On a toasty bun!

Yellow as a ripe banana, Yellow as some cheese; Yellow as the stripes On the bumblebees!

Next came Emerson, reciting a poem she had written:

Windy, windy, blue sky day, Swirl me up and blow me away Lift me like a leaf or kite, Over the treetops, Up out of sight.

She bowed as the audience clapped, but she didn't leave the stage. Instead, the four other girls came on stage.

They twirled in a circle around Emerson, fluttering their hands as if they were falling leaves and fading sunbeams, as she sang her "Harvest Moon" song she had dreamed up while playing in the pile of leaves, the song that gave her the idea for "Fall for Fall".

The last act featured the best song in the show.

They all gathered under the umbrella to sing it, to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat:"

Rain, rain, rainy day, Splishy-sploshy wet, Muddily puddily, muddily puddily, We love rain, you bet!

After the song, Emerson stepped forward. "Thank you for coming to our show," she said to the audience.

"Hooray!" shouted the audience. The WellieWishers took a bow as the audience clapped and whistled and cheered. "Hooray for the WellieWishers! Bravo!"

After the audience left, the WellieWishers sat on the stage together.

"Our 'Fall for Fall' show wasn't at all the way I'd imagined it to be," said Emerson.

She jumped up and spun on one toe. "It was better!"

And all the WellieWishers cheered, "Hooray for Emerson! Bravo!"

#wellie wishers #the muddily puddily show

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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Tales From the Flower Garden — CREATIONS

Here is where all of the lovely creations for my 3K follower celebration - named Tales From the Flower Garden - will be compiled.

The special thing about all of these beautiful pieces is that they all have a flower garden mentioned in it in some capacity.

Are you curious about the celebration? Check out THIS POST for more details — you’re more than welcome to come celebrate with us!!

All creations listed below in the order they were shared by me:

🌸 Tommy Shelby Moodboard — created by @raincoffeeandfandoms

🌸 I’ll See You Again - Tommy Shelby x OC — created by @midnightswithdearkatytspb

🌸 Only Joys Will Come - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @evita-shelby

🌸 Not Everything Lost Can Be Found — Tommy Shelby x Reader, Alfie Solomons x Reader — created by @there-goes-thefighter

🌸 Clementine - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @little-diable - contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

🌸 Tommy Shelby Moodboard & Poem — created by @forgottenpeakywriter

🌸 White Tulip - Arthur Shelby x Reader — created by @shelbyssins

🌸 Wildflowers - Alfie Solomons x Reader — created by @/raincoffeeandfandoms

🌸 Chelsea’s Gardener - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @mythos-writes

🌸 Come Inside Love - Tommy Shelby x OC — created by @peakyblindersforlife

🌸 the root - Tommy Shelby x OC — created by @sneakyblinders

🌸 Wildflower Girl - Tommy Shelby x wife — created by @cillmequick

🌸 Irene’s Delights - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @notyour-valentine

🌸 Lily - Tommy Shelby x OC — created by @zablife

🌸 From Blood We’ll Grow - Arthur Shelby x OC — created by @call-sign-shark

🌸 Sweetest of the Sunflowers - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @peakyscillian

🌸 You Can’t Change Fate - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @noforkingclue

🌸 Peonies - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @peakyltd

🌸 Ring Around the Roses - Alfie Solomons x Reader — created by @anonymooseforever007

🌸 Withered - Arthur Shelby x Reader — created by @toms-cherry-trees

🌸 Chasing Smiles - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @fallatyourfeet

🌸 Start over - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @dearshelby

🌸 Alfie + Flower Garden - Alfie Solomons gifset/edit — created by @alicent-targaryen

🌸 Gardener/Florist Alfie Moodboard — created by @/alicent-targaryen

🌸 Gilded Prison - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @peakyswritings

🌸 Midnight Kiss - Tommy Shelby x Reader — created by @acewritesfics 🌧️

🌸 My refuge - Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader — created by @look-at-the-soul

#k celebrates 3k #tales from the flower garden #celebration masterlist

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April round-up

Unheeded (Three Sonnets) by NoFlyApterygidae || 343, G || Albus/Minerva

Dumbledore's spirit occasionally appears within Hogwarts, not a ghost but a sort of echo of devotion. Now, he considers an almost-romance with McGonagall that never was in the form of three Shakespearean sonnets.

Ouroboros in Tribute by @serenaew || 790, T, Podfic || Snape & Harry

Blood, I have learnt, is thicker than water. The life of a fallen Prince, as remembered by the father he had never known. Severitus(-ish).

Great Wine, Beautiful Sentences by @patriceavril || 4k, M || Wolfstar

The war outlook is bleak, but Sirius and Remus remind each other of all the joy left in the world.

it's complicated by @wavingfromtheside || 143, G || Greengrass family

A haiku and a free verse poem on mothers and daughters.

Engulf by @maesterchill || 216, T || Drarry

Gathering potions ingredients in the Forest, trainee Professor Draco Malfoy stumbles across the Resurrection stone. Whilst examining it, he unwittingly Summons the shade of his former lover. Engulfed by grief, he begs Harry for a way for them to be together again. It will take ancient elemental water magic to achieve that which he craves so desperately. But can Draco conquer his lifelong fear of the Black Lake and all that lies within her to do what needs to be done?

A bouquet of kisses by @patriceavril || 10k, T || Jily

There was a glint of indignation in her eyes, and a flush bloomed in her cheeks, contrasting with the smudge of earth. James had never wanted to kiss her so badly in his life – quite a feat, considering he had spent a good part of the last few years daydreaming about kissing her. Five times James wants to kiss Lily and one time he does.

Don't Go Into The Library by @acanadianmuggle || 600, G || Vikmione

Viktor Krum's Impression of the Hogwarts Library. Inspired by Alberto Rios' Poem "Don't Go Into The Library".

Vertices, Or Something by @floydig || 1k, NR || Drarry

Harry is a hitman who can’t die. Draco tried to kill himself last year. Harry returns from a mission, Draco wears bright pink boxer briefs, and Harry calls Death a cunt because he can. Or: we’re taking a deep dive into Harry’s head. Malfoy asks if I died this time. It’s a joke because I can’t die. Turns out when you cheat Death too many times, the cunt doesn’t want you back. What does that mean for me, that not even Death wants me anymore. Yeah I call Death a cunt. Malfoy wants Death and Death doesn’t want me and we’re in a fucking love triangle like in the movies.

Deathflight Blues by @autumnsup || Tom Riddle

When Tom Riddle dreams, he dreams in green.

Desiderium by @thehoneybeet || 6k, E || Drarry

Their club, their loo, their writing on the wall—it has to be enough. Until it isn’t.

Sunny skies look dreary when you’re far from me. by @mkaugust || 0.3k, NR || Wolfbucks

All my firsts are with you, Even still, even now With you hidden from my view.

#hp poetry fest 2023 #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #poetry #inspired by poetry #drarry #wolfstar #jily #severitus #hp rare pairs #tom riddle #voldemort #wolfbucks #official april roundup #sorry about the mixup on Saturday!#here's the full list

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so. i wrote a poem for @oldpotatoe 's zukka fic "feels like we only go backwards" on ao3 because i needed to let out all my feelings i had about the chapter i've read and to everyone wondering if they should read it: please do read it!! its the most beautiful fic i've ever read and i cannot recommend it enough!! here it is:

a memory

golden eyes staring at me,

a desperation in them,

something broken deep within

as they realize that I turned into a stranger

I'm sorry, my love

I whisper, not knowing who I'm talking to

I'm sorry, my love

for I've forgotten who we were

crimson fire lilies and jasmine,

a scent so sweet

it makes me want to cry out in pain

at the familiarity of it

forgive me, my love

I sob, not knowing who I'm talking to

forgive me, my love

for I've forgotten who I was

black hair framing a pale face,

eyes hollow and filled with grief,

something distant in them

as they realize that I'm not the same anymore

my love, I whisper

crying out to someone I don't remember

my love, I sob

reaching out to someone I forgot

- by @thatonequeerdragon

Do not repost!

@oldpotatoe flwogb is such a beautiful fic and your words just made me want to read it as fast as i could because i NEEDED to know what happened in the next chapter! thank you for writing something so lovely and inspiring me and so many others to create something for it! i hope this can make you smile - or cry, both would be a welcome result <3

#mels work pile #poetry #flwogb #zukka #atla #fanfic #i had a lot of fun writing this and i'm really happy with how it turned out! been a while since i finished writing a poem this fast #also sorry for the rambling i just had to get all these words out

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Random Fandom Recs

There is so much dang talent in this fandom, truly!! And so many creations I love so much and want other people to enjoy with me, but individual recs for all of them would take way more time than I reasonably have! So for now....here are a list of cool fandom things you should definitely check out!

5 Fics

The hand that beckons

@bluesundaycake. Lily Luna/Narcissa. Rated T. 1k.

Seductive setting, charming characters, mythical and magical and just plain beautiful!

A young woman with hair like burning coals enters into gardens guarded by fire.

Or, in which Lily Luna Potter is offered a feast and pomegranate seeds from one Narcissa Malfoy.

A Careful Approach

@digthewriter. Draco/Sirius. Rated E. 700 words.

Hot hot hot! Daddy kink Drarius brings me much joy. More, please!

Draco has wanted this for a while but never had he dared to ask. Until tonight.

white as death, fresh as snow

@lqtraintracks. Pansy/Narcissa. Rated M. 200 words.

Short, intriguing, lovely.

Narcissa visits her husband's grave on Samhain... with her new lover.

it's an inevitable

@swoontodeath. Harry/Snape. Rated E. 800 words.

A most special birthday gift to me from the ever sweet swoons! Voyeurism, student/teacher Snarry?? What more could a gal want??

Severus Snape can be patient. He's spent six years watching and waiting, after all.

Where Thestrals Fly

@writcraft. Harry/Snape. Rated T. 2k words.

Darkness & death, light & life...AO3 keeps telling me I've already left kudos here, which, rude. But I love the thestrals and the ritual of it and, of course, my BOYS!

Every Beltane, Severus and Harry undertake the ritual of moving Thestrals between the Bel fires. As they grow closer the light in their future steadily overpowers the darkness of their past.

4 Art

Untitled Snarry Art

@inarticulateimbecile. Harry/Snape.

Their work has so much character! And I especially love their Snape, with his harsh but captivating features! This piece especially does it for me, with the way Harry holds Severus close, and the way Severus touches and admires Harry's face...so much tenderness and passion here!

Untitled Snucissa Art

@luendland. Lucius/Snape/Narcissa.

Lu's art always just does things to me. Every line she draws captures so much feeling and I wish I knew how she did it!! And while I'm always partial to their Snarry work, this Snuciussa piece gave me all sorts of feelings!! The Malfoys are so pretty and hungry here, and Severus is on the menu!

Snape Tattoo Art

@mrviran. Snape.

So much dark, delicious art from Viran, and I always feel so dang inspired by their work!! Vivid and dark and evocative all at once! It was hard to choose, but I narrowed it down to this piece with Severus' Dark Mark + flower additions. I just have so much love for Severus and I have such feelings about him moving forward and growing and something about incorporating a new tattoo onto the Dark Mark evokes this sense of both acceptance of his past, and the independence he has to move on with his life.

Practice Makes Perfect

@sugareey-makes-stuff. Ginny/Cho. NSFW art.

God, I would recognize Krissy's art anywhere and I love it!! I was actually going to go grab her Pansmione art, but I noticed this one that I'd not seen before and WOW! I love the darkness for the passion and intimacy it speaks to. And the yoga here!! Two athletic ladies having a fine time, nothing to see here! Super spicy! Makes me need much more Ginny/Cho in my life!

3 Poems

rhyme, kissed

@imanakletos. Ginny/Luna. Rated G. 200 words.

Love Ginny's growth as a poet, and how clear her adoration for Luna is!

Free verses run rampant like wildflowers in your hair.

(OR: Ginny tries to write a poem)

An ode to Severus Snape

@bluesundaycake. Harry/Snape. Rated T. 100 words.

Who doesn't love some Snape love, especially from Harry's perspective? 'Exacting and eternal', indeed!

Harry is a masochist and it's definitely part of why he loves Severus so much.

Lovers' Flight

Anonymous. Harry/Snape. Rated T. 200 words.

Part of the Kill Your Darlings fest. So haunting and beautiful. Based on Goethe's poem "Der Erlkönig."

When Goethe meets Snarry

2 Recs

(Am I reccing rec lists? Yes. You can never have too much to read, after all.)

21 HP Slash Recs for 21 Years (2001-2021)

@consistentsquash

My advice would be to check out this list, read everything on it, then go follow Squash and check out her other recs. Sooo many cool lists with MANY excellent recs, but this is the list that brought me to Squash so it is the most special! Lotsa goodies on this one!

any draco/ron recs?

@sitp-recs

Another reccer to follow and read anything she tells you to!! Such a great joy to see all of Liv's recs, aaaand since I really love Draco/Ron I had to link you this one! (Though, seriously, read through these then go follow Liv for more!!)

1 podcast

Ep. 25 interview with perverse_idyll

@fanficmaverickpodcast @perverse-idyll. Harry/Snape. 2 hours, 33 minutes.

I've had the great pleasure of speaking with ChaosBlue and perverse_idyll both and they are both such stellar people I HAD to come rec you the thing that has them both in it!! They've been in fandom for a while. They have a lot to say. A lot of great things to say! All about fandom, writing, and one of my favorite fanfics! 10/10, can't recommend enough. I've listened to this episode quite a few times and it's definitely my favorite from The Fanfic Maverick!

ChaosBlue is such a PROFESSIONAL with hosting this pod so if you like this episode, please check out the rest! Super prepared, super sweet and patient and understanding, and such an outstanding human, I gotta say!

#danpuff recs #random fandom stuff #idk just come love stuff i love with me #please?#okay?#okay #good #thank you

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A fantasy read-list: B-1

Part B: The First Classical Fantasy

1) On one side, the British Isles...

We looked at the most ancient roots of the fantasy genre, which are... well, literaly antique roots - the texts of the Antiquity, the myths and mythologies of the world, the legends of the so-called “pagans” and the tales of long-gone societies, cultures and civilizations. Plus the true, literal “medieval fantasy” and some Arthuriana sprinkled at the top. Now I want to explore the Renaissance fantasy - or rather the first wave and apparition in literature of true “proto-fantasy”. These classical works that are still heavy influences and inspirations on modern fantasy pieces, but are younger than all the mythological and medieval stuff.

Given this huge read-list promises to be very big, very long and span over several years, I will try to restrain myself here to two nation-tied phenomenon. And in this specific post I will look at a given wave of “classical proto-fantasy” in the British Isles... Beginning with none other than...

# Shakespeare. William Shakespeare, the Bard of Avalon, the greatest playwright of England and a man whose work shaped our common imagination and popular culture today. Of course, since this list is focused about the wide genre of fantasy, I must start by listing his more openly supernatural and fantastical plays. On one side you have a lighter, more colorful and whimsical world of wonders and magic, in the shape of supernatural comedies, be it A Midsummer Night’s Dream, with its now world-known depiction of the fairy court as the Titania-Oberon-Puck triangle, or The Tempest, which implanted archetypal figures such as Prospero the wizard, Ariel the aerial spirit or the monstrous Caliban. On the darker side of fantasy, you have the grim and nightmarish tragedies that are Hamlet, one of the most famous cases of royal hauntings and madness in the history of theater, or Macbeth, which changed forever the way people view witches throught its iconic trio of Weird Sisters.

But the beautiful thing with Shakespeare is that even in his more “mundane” and “realistic” works, the magic never truly goes away. Thanks to his poetic writing and his love of symbolism and mysticism, Shakespeare maintains throughout his work a fantastical ambiance, an ambiguous tone that opens the door for many oniric sequences or supernatural readings. The description of Mab, queen of fairies, in Romeo and Juliet was just as influential on fairy folklore as A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The abnormal storm and pagan madness of King Lear leaves one wondering about the true cosmic powers at work here. And even in historical works witchcraft is never far away - such as with Richard III, where devilish forces and hellish characters are at play in an well-recorded historical event...

# But beyond Shakespeare, or rather all around him, there was a constellation of other poets and playwrights who helped conceive, flesh out and develop this “wonder-wave” that swept across Elizabethan England. Take Shakespeare’s most famous rival for example, Christopher Marlowe, who wrote The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus, the first ever adaptation of the Faust legend for the stage. You have Edmund Spenser and his mystical fay epic, The Faerie Queene, which influenced not just Shakespeare but many more authors of knight adventures and fairy works. I can also mention Michael Drayton’s Nimphidia, The Court of Fairy (or Nymphidia depending on how you write it), a poem drawing from Shakespeare’s fairy characters to depict all the affairs, treacheries and secrets at the otherworld’s court ; or the various Elizabethan retellings of Ovid’s Metamorphosis written by John Lily (Endymion, Midas, Galathea...).

# And of course, I have to point out here that beyond specific authors, Shakespeare’s fantastical works drew from a lot of various sources, all representing different fragments or aspects of the way people approached the supernatural, folklore and legends in their time. For example, the more Jacobean play The Witch by Thomas Middleton, which had elements reused for Macbeth ; or the Daemonologie of King James, which also influenced Shakespeare’s writing of demons and witches. I can also drop here names going from quite obscure today, such as The Spanish Tragedy of Thomas Kyd, to behemoths of culture, like Dante’s Divine Comedy.

# Speaking of a man of the Isles who explored and influenced the fairy literature... I have to mention Robert Kirk, and his treatise on fairies and ghost known as The Secret Commonwealth. To this day, Kirk is still considered one of the greatest folklorists and collector of supernatural tale and fairy/ghost/witch beliefs of the 17th century, and The Secret Commonwealth stays one of the major “fairy books”.

# Leaving a bit the topic of fairies, I will conclude this post with one name... Ossian. During the 18th century, James Macpherson discovered and translated ancient Gaelic texts of Scotland - a series of epic poems attributed to a legendary bard by the name of Ossian. He started by translating Fingal, An Epic Poem in Six Books, and then worked on Temora, An Ancient Epic Poem, before collecting it all as The Works of Ossian. This discovery and translated was a HUGE phenomenon, and a revolution in the world of culture. Up until that point, people had praised the Homeric epics and thought the “Homeric phenomenon” was a one-time thing that couldn’t have happened anywhere else but Ancient Greece... And yet here were these great, glorious, excellently done, epic poems of mythical heroes and ancient witchcraft and gods, attributed to a mythical god-inspired bard and poet, part of another form of Antiquity than the Greco-Roman one. People jubilated upon discovering the “Celtic Homer”, and praised these grea poems proving that the Greek epics could be challenged by Gaelic sagas...

... But the thing is that James Macpherson probably never translated those works, and that maybe Ossian was a purely fictional invention. You see, James Macpherson was a poet himself with not much success before “discovering” the works of Ossian, and he was deeply passionate about ancient Scottish poetry and Celtic texts and the like, collecting them and imitating them. Despite their enormous importance and influence for literary movements, and painters across Europe, and poets for centuries to come, the poems of Ossian are clearly artificial in nature, written by Macpherson alone without any “translation” required. The poet purposefully created a “Celtic Homer”, as a way to sell his work - and selling it did! Mind you, the Ossian poems stay true to the texts and essence of ancient Celtic legends and myths. Macpherson knew his sources, as I said was passionate about ancient Gaelic poetry, and he took inspiration and influence from works such as the Ulster cycle, the Fenian cycle, the Book of the Dun Cow, the Book of Lismore or The Yellow Book of Lecan... The very fictional character of Ossian was actually shaped after the mythological character of Oisin. But Ossian and his poems stay an artificial creation of an 18th century poet, even though they fit perfectly alongside antique Celtic texts. It is similar to how nowadays Titania is an integral part of fairy folklore, and yet she was a literary inventon of Shakespeare for one of his plays.

#fantasy #fantasy read-list #fantasy reading list #shakespeare #british literature #scottish literature #ossian #fairy folklore #fairies #william shakespeare #james macpherson #robert kirk #shakespeare plays #fairy poetry #fairy literature

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