Will you be able to solve a mystery you don’t even know the start of?
Setting: Operose, Massachusetts.
Genre(s): Mystery, Thriller, Drama, and Romance.
Warning(s): This story will be rated 18+ for depictions of violence, psychological games, manipulation, references to being drugged, profanity, sexual themes, dark themes, and mentions of death.
DEMO (TBA)
You don’t know how you got here.
You don’t know how the tattoo on your inner wrist came to be.
You don’t know anything besides your own name.
Your memories, your past, were all just a blur to you.
Waking up in the hospital, with your tattoo and hospital wristband, were the only clues to your identity. To who you used to be before the events that had taken your memories.
You wouldn’t find out until later that you weren’t the only one with memories unaccounted for.
Will you be able to find out what’s going on beneath the surface of the picturesque town of Operose, Massachusetts? Or will you be pulled under the waves of the supposedly better life the town offers you?
Play as an Amnesiac!MC that’s just trying to figure out what happened to them. Will you be able to do so? Or will you be stopped before you can try?
Customizable MC: name, gender, sexuality, appearance, and a smattering of other things that will crop up.
Try not to let your investigation become too well known— as you never know who you can trust in the grand scheme of things.
Romance 1 of 5 Romantic Options; from the Mayor of Operose to a Grumpy Detective.
Will you be able to find out what’s going on within Operose?
Or will you die trying?
Nathan/Natasha Walker [M/F] - The Mayor
36 [6’5” | Crystalline Green Eyes | Raven Black Hair]
The Mayor of Operose is quite an intimidating figure— with a charming smile, intelligent gaze, and silver tongue, no one could wonder why they had been elected into such a position. Do they know more than they appear to? Are they just a pawn in all of this too? Will you end up giving up more than you ever thought possible to figure it out?
Caspian/Cassidy Beckett [M/F] - The Detective
32 [5’11” | Sapphire Blue Eyes | Platinum Blonde Hair]
A Detective of the OPD that really doesn’t want to deal with your conspiracy theories. However, as more unexplained events begin happening within Operose, they can’t stand idly by and let things continue as they are. Even if you may have to get used to their pricklier exterior, you’re glad that you’re able to call them an ally. Will they become something more?
Harry/Harley Pierce [M/F] - The Doctor
34 [5’7” | Hazel Eyes | Onyx Black Hair]
The individual that helped you come to terms with where you were, what “happened” to you, and how things will progress from here on out. With a compassionate air, gentle smile, and docile disposition, they’re a person you could easily trust. Will you be able to convince them that things aren’t as they appear? That Operose isn’t what everyone thinks it is?
Ashton/Ashley Jolie [M/F] - The Partner
33 [6’2” | Blue-Gray Eyes | Dark Auburn Hair]
The partner you were assigned to whenever you had woken up— another amnesiac that’s grappling with the new world around them. Sarcasm and dry humor is their go to when dealing with everyone, but you’re able to see a softer side to them that you’re sure they don’t want anyone to ever see. Will you be able to figure out not only your past but theirs too? Find out the origin story of the tattoo you both shared? Will you end up falling in love as you do?
Shade [M/F] - The Shadow
30s [5’10” | Dark Brown Eyes | ???]
A figure you only see in darkened alleyways, poorly-lit parking garages, or just at the edge of your peripheral vision. Someone that seems to know that Operose isn’t what everyone thinks it is. You don’t know much about them— their name, what they look like beneath the cowl they wear, or anything truly substantial— all you do know is that they’re trying to help you the best that they can. Will you be able to grow closer to your own living shadow?
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Prompt: After a busy period in their respective works, married hinny cant find time to be intimate even though the kids are at hogwarts and they have the house all to themselves. Finally having enough of not seeing each other, one of them storms into the office of the other
A/N: A combo of 3 prompts (other 2 listed below)! I won't say any of the are exactly following the prompt because that would be a definite lie. I got carried away with the inspiration and this happened. Hope you like! It's my first hinny in what feels like a super long time??
FF // Ao3
“I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.”
AHEM do one where uh AHEM Harry and Ginny are left alone while everyone else is buying their Christmas presents and they ᵇᵃⁿᵍ and Ginny is like ᵃ ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ and they almost get caught but like they dont and the next day Ron finds out and is pissed NEY livid at Harry and Hermione and Neville calm him down Jus wondering man 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
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Operose
It sounds great when your supervisor says ‘shadow me’, at least theoretically it does. Experience, new learning opportunities, the unspoken expectation that this means promotions are in your future. Even better when your husband gets a similar offer from his supervisor and you start to sound like a power couple even if you feel a bit like an imposter, like the 14-year-old version of yourself woke up in your 22-year-old body, like you’ve secretly fooled everyone into thinking you’re competent.
But really that’s not the worst of it, because Ginny’s become a bit of an expert in talking herself out of that kind of mindset. It’s peaks and valleys. The real sticking point of trouble is the fact that between work and family, she and Harry haven’t had that magic combination of time, energy, and privacy to allow for a conversation about everything, let alone some bonding that’s less conversational in the traditional sense.
Regardless, Ginny hardly has enough time to think about what she wants to be doing since she barely has time enough to do what she must. And it might seem the best option is drawing boundaries with the family but it’s nearing Christmas and she can’t resist the little puppy dog looks starting with Molly and running all the way through the group to Teddy and Victoire. Sometimes, in her sleep deprived stupors looking over more gameplay strategy charts than she ever dreamed of as captain in her 7th year, Ginny wonders if Ron’s convinced them all to join his conspiracy to prevent her from getting any. Lucky for her brother, Ginny knows her judgment has to be clouded, because it’s quarter past eight and she’s actually excited she might wrap up ‘early’, which lately has come to mean before ten.
With a long suffering sigh, Ginny lifts her pen - a fancy muggle style one from Harry - and resumes her notes. The inky little players flit about the page when Ginny taps it with her wand and she scribbles away until the door behind her slams open with a heart-stopping bang.
Ginny has her wand at the intruder’s throat in seconds, her wheely chair squeaking across the floor until it thuds against the wall. “What the fu- Harry?”
“Gin - I miss you. Even though we’re together and we share a bed and - ”
“Oh hell Harry,” Ginny groans, surging forward to wrap her arms around Harry’s neck.
Ginny of a few months ago might’ve been shocked, but she wants to hold him more than anything else. In fact three minutes ago Ginny probably would’ve thought her first reaction would be to drag Harry toward her until she hopped her little bum up on the desk and then - maybe she still does want that.
But first she just wants to smell him.
“Miss you too,” Ginny finally mumbles against his neck, “So much.”
“I know you’re busy - I managed to wrap up my must do’s for the next fourteen hours. And Robards is emotionally torn about my overtime and his own improved sleep schedule.”
“So?”
“So he told me to go home.”
Ginny snuggles closer. “And?”
Harry laughs against her hair. “And be back at ten tomorrow.”
“What a guy.”
“Stand up bloke,” Harry agrees dryly, “Are you…”
“I guess…I guess my sense about what is and is not absolutely time sensitive might have become a bit suspect lately.”
“Which means?” Harry asks, pressing his lips to her temple.
Ginny leans back and teases her fingers through Harry’s messy waves. “Which means you and your friend down below can get reacquainted with me and my - ”
With a low groan, Harry hoists her onto the desk and runs his hands up her back, dragging her t-shirt up with them. Ginny follows his lead, picks up on it even, deepening the kiss until Harry pulls away.
“Why’d you pull away?”
Harry’s thumb brushes along her cheekbone, his eyes soft and searching like he’s trying to memorize every inch of her face. “I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.”
“Not that young gramps,” Ginny laughs, flicking at the handful of greys that have appeared at his temple.
“Twenty three, Gin! I can’t control my hair’s inability to count years.”
Sighing, Ginny tugs him closer by tightening her legs around his hips. “I’m not complaining, not really. Except your new haircut and those little silvery bits - I nearly tackled you at Sunday dinner last week, family or no. It’s quite disturbing.”
“Well I’m sorry I’m so sexy,” Harry says with a chuckle, brushing her hair back from her face, the softness a direct contradiction to his brash words.
“On days where I can’t do anything about it, me too.”
“So does that mean - ”
A large feline - Ginny’s not a zoologist - patronus leaps into view and immediately pulls Harry’s gaze. His clear disappointment and slumped shoulders are something of a comfort but Ginny can’t really summon up much emotion beyond a long growl. Disappointed rather than satisfied unfortunately.
“I could - ”
“You can’t Harry. Remember one of the things I like so much about you?”
“My arse?”
“Hmm that is a good bit,” Ginny says with a smile, “But the part - the thing I want you to remember no matter how annoyed and short tempered and grumbly I may ever get, I know your desire to protect and do the right thing is part of you.”
He laughs a little, self deprecating, and Ginny brushes her thumb along his jaw. “Not that I won’t say you get carried away at times. But I love you, even the bits that tend to give me unresolved desires.”
Harry leans in, gives her a long, lingering kiss. “Paused, not abandoned.”
Ginny pats his cheek, then nudges his face sideways with a playful tap. “I’ll save your place.”
And she does, at least in her mind, fingers reaching up to toy with the place on her neck Harry had abandoned with tangible devastation. It’s a small comfort as she powers through a few more tasks before bundling up and returning to their flat for a quiet night.
A quiet, lonesome night.
She’s exhausted, sore, and admittedly partaking in something of a pity party, so she’s in bed within 30 minutes of arriving home. Her limbs are weighty with sleep when she wakes to Harry slipping between the sheets as quietly and gently as he can manage. Which she has learned over their year or so of marriage is not much. Mostly, she finds better rest knowing he’s home and safe.
Somewhat clumsily, she reaches backward to encourage some kind of cuddle-style physical contact and Harry takes the hint, slinging one arm over her waist and pulling her close. His breath is warm across her neck when he murmurs some string of unintelligible words that includes her name.
The last vestiges of stress melt from her muscles with Harry’s light squeeze and quiet, “Love you,” until Ginny drifts back off to sleep.
Despite growing knowledge that it’s bad for their health in all senses of the idea, Ginny and Harry’s schedules don’t really let up. They gripe, eat rushed dinners in each other’s offices, melt into exhausted heaps in bed, and to Ron’s great annoyance share heated looks across the family table.
“It’s not even noon and there are children present,” Ron barks one Sunday as winter winds whistle around the Burrow.
Harry jolts from the sudden sound but his gaze is slow to leave hers. In fact he’s still half looking her way when he growls back, “You’re the only one who seems to have a problem with me looking at my wife.”
Charlie muffles his laughter behind a forkful of quiche and nudges Ginny’s side. “Frustrated Harry versus embattled Ron.”
“Hermione’s still not letting it go?”
“You didn’t see how long he paused when she unveiled the matching hats.”
Ginny snickers and looks up since she can practically feel Harry’s eyes on her. He’s smirking like he can guess some teasing of Ron is taking place, Harry has something of a sixth sense for it.
“How bad were they?”
Charlie shakes his head. “So many pom poms, Ginny. He looked like a Pygmy Puff.”
He laughs, but stops almost immediately and shoots a furtive glance toward Hermione.
“Worse than a Horntail when she’s mad, eh?” Ginny whispers, grabbing two drop biscuits and passing one to Charlie. “Eat up. If she heard that little observation it might be your last meal.”
Charlie’s reply is lost to Molly and George’s rising voices. “What do you mean coming over tomorrow?”
“Angie’s parents, it’s not a big deal.”
Angelina flicks him in the forehead. “I told you to tell her a week ago.”
“I know but - ”
“You said you did!”
Molly shoves away from the table, nearly tipping it in her rush. She would have without Bill’s quick grab. “Mum!”
Arthur gives a warning shake of his head in Bill’s direction and rises next to Molly. “Dear we can - ”
“I don’t even have gifts for them yet - they’ll think I don’t - George!”
“Yes Mummy?” George answers with just the right amount of sass to truly send Molly into a tailspin.
Luckily, Percy of all people jumps in and quells the rising fire. “Mum, why don’t you head to the shops, get prepped for tomorrow. It’s still early!”
”The parents, the grandparents, the cousins! Family deserves heartfelt knitting.”
“They can have a couple of hats,” Hermione mutters, narrowed eyes darting toward Ron.
“Bloody Buggering hell, I like the fu- ”
“Ron I may cross with your brother but I’m not deaf.”
Harry quietly excuses himself to the garden, and Ron watches him go longingly, “Mate I’ll come - ”
Harry waves him off while Hermione scoffs and disappears with a pop. Bill’s just picked up Victoire and started ushering Fleur to the fireplace so he nudges Ron in the back on his way past, “You have duties elsewhere. The Boy Who Robbed Gringotts can handle himself for a bit.”
Somehow, Angelina and Arthur manage to broker a peace between their spouses and Ginny really wants to avoid accidentally being invited to the impromptu nightmare of a shopping trip so she pats her mother on the shoulder and grabs an armful of dishes. “Go on Mum, I’ll handle things here.”
Soon, sooner than Ginny thought possible, the Burrow is quiet save the slow rush of water as she scrubs each dish by hand. It’s perhaps more manual labor than necessary, but Harry’s got her hooked on - Harry. She nearly drops the plate in her hand when she realizes she and Harry are alone together during the day for the first time in a hideously long period.
With quick, decisive strokes of her wand, Ginny soon has plates hovering over the soapy water and the scrub brush and towel working away. Leftovers are next, packed away and shuffled into the icebox like little soldiers marching off to their barracks.
Then she’s tucking her wand away and practically sprinting out to the yard to find Harry. Only to run directly into him and nearly knock them both unconscious with the force of the blow.
Instead Ginny’s left with a smarting tailbone and a half dazed husband currently looming overhead. She’s not completely displeased.
Laughter slowly rumbles from Harry’s chest. He buries his face in her hair and finally sighs. “Great minds?”
Ginny scratches lightly at his back. “Great minds end up in a heap on the floor?”
Harry runs his fingers down Ginny’s arms ‘til they reach her hands. He presses a short kiss to her lips. “Not much to complain about.”
As she plants her feet on the floor, rag rug soft beneath her toes, Harry drags her arms overhead and holds them in place with gentle firmness.
Her eyes dart to his and he waits, breathing suddenly strained, until she gives a brief nod. At her approval, Harry presses lightly, a quiet instruction to keep her hands in place while he begins exploring behind her ear, down her neck, along her collarbone.
For a moment, Ginny forgets herself and one hand ends up knit through Harry’s soft locks but she soon earns a low growl that sends her heart pounding. “Gin.”
Obedient, she raises her hand back overhead, though she does lift her hips lightly. She’s never good at complete patience.
Harry laughs against her lips while he palms her rear, bringing her hips flush with his. While he continues his exploration of the deep v of her t-shirt, Ginny grasps desperately overhead, one hand finally finding a chair leg she holds onto for dear life.
The rough wood reminds her of their precarious location, the numerous options at their disposal that would suit their needs much better. But it’s been too long and she’s so desperate and half believes if they try and relocate it’ll all fall apart.
Right now, she would like to do the falling apart herself.
Warmth pools low in her belly as Harry presses kisses over her shirt, like he’s too mad with need to even pause to pull it overhead. His thumbs have snuck under the hem, drawing distracting circles above her hipbones, teasing below the waistband of her shorts.
Ginny lifts her hips again, this time without Harry’s prompting and he groans, fingers finally fumbling at the snap on her shorts.
She’s halfway gone already and he hasn’t even discovered she’s wearing his favorite polka-dot knickers yet.
And then, like all good things, the gorgeous interlude is interrupted by her most obnoxious and untimely brother.
“Bloody hell!”
Ginny tips her head backward as much as she can manage, hairs catching on the wood floor. “Can we help you Ron?”
His shock is a bit overdone, in Ginny’s opinion. He’s seconds away from dropping the plate in his hands and they haven’t even unbuckled trousers yet. What a drama queen.
“In the kitchen Gin? In front of my biscuits?!” Ron gestures with the dish wildly enough that an oatmeal raisin drops to the floor.
Harry’s buried his face in the valley of her chest, though it seems it’s more to calm himself than titillate. “Ron?”
Ron truly appears near tossing up his brunch when he answers, “Yes?”
“Buzz off.”
Green pallor turns red as Ron slams the biscuits on the table. “That’ll teach me to try and help my ex best mate.
After one final deep breath, Harry sits up on his heels and levels an unimpressed glare Ron’s way. “Oh bugger off you’re just avoiding Hermione.”
“No biscuits for you! And you can finish the yard yourself.”
Harry nudges Ginny’s knee and she tilts her head back to a comfortable position. Once she’s recovered from the bit of vertigo, she finds Harry looking at her meaningfully. She can only hope her interpretation is correct.
Quickly enough, she learns she knows her husband’s looks quite well since he’s reaching for one of her hands to help her to her feet and gesturing to the kitchen and yard with his free arm. “Ron, since you’re here you can finish up right? Good.”
Ginny only has a half a moment to enjoy Ron’s fish-like gaping before she feels that tell-tale tug behind her navel and watches the kitchen disappear and landing with one pop in their quiet flat.
“Up you get, Potter,” Harry instructs, gesturing toward the bed with a tilt of his head.
She pauses long enough to take Harry in - hands on hips, the twisting cords of muscle in his forearms - and then follows instruction and hops up with a few squeaks of bedsprings. “Come and get me.”
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