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Harry Moult - Breakers,1920s
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Camera Pictures of New Zealand
Mountain mists, Mt Cook district. From the album: Camera Pictures of New Zealand
Harry Moult; photographer; 1920s; New Zealand
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took me longer than i expected because uni, but i’ve finished part 3 of that regeneration-except-the-doctor-is-an-extradimensional-insectoid-timesquid-who-literally-moults-off-their-old-body fic! this one’s much less painful than last time, there’s no battles for their companions’ lives or nightmarish political needle-threading, just waking up nice and safe in the tardis with their friends just outside, the walls covered in moulting acid, unit on high alert, everyone on the verge of panic because they exploded into a big ol’ squid... nothing to worry about
today’s deleted scene: there was originally a bit in the doctor’s conversation with sarah jane where she mentioned that when they were flailing through the unit hallways they didn’t seem to know where they were going and they kept bashing into walls and they wouldn’t stop screaming, and it was... honestly about as terrifying as discovering they were secretly an eldritch abomination this whole time. the doctor managed to reassure her through a mix of white lies and sincere thanks, and then they hugged. it didn’t really fit the direction i ended up taking the scene, though - resolved it a bit too neatly - so i cut it. they probably do have a conversation to that effect later in the tardis though
#doctor who#dr nyarlathotep#My writing#my fic#unit era#apologies if i got the vibe hilariously wrong#Fourth Doctor#Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart#sarah jane smith#turned out to have a lot more to say about the squid thing than i expected#'they've been a squid this whole time?! i'm not going to let that pass unchallenged!'#it is... well mostly uni's fault this thing took so long to finish#but a lot of it's hers#guest starring a bunch of random unit soldiers#and harry sullivan. not that the doctor cares#trying to figure out a consistent way of talking about how the doctor senses peoples' minds and mostly failing#today on moult: why the doctor doesn't just yeet their tridimensional limb through the higher dimensions when they're breaking out of jail#fiddling with the timelines is tricky delicate work lobbing a big heavy 3d object through them just makes everything go to pot#should probably have said more about the soldiers' timeline injuries. ah well it's up now#i spent some time trying to find a map of the unit base but then i remembered what show i was writing about
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"Dedication to Mr. Moult with Love:
I got a feeling ill be out here sooner and better than before poor lad that I am wretched and damnable but lest I fade away in time immemorial I strove for worlds to conquer not a mere cosmos yet twas all a dream within a drama a painted shape upon some craggy rocks afar in the horizon drifting in and out my memories which were naught but a dream inside a dream but dreamt it nevertheless therein lies a Nameless word for a desperate void of loneliness longing for love from a woman never found escapble only myself knows the truth but truth became lie and lie truth until I pondered what is it to what is what's the point of dreaming dreams never to achieve the iron game of Nature is Grim primordial law the logic of the ancient man is still the wisdom of today"
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#o9a#moult#chloe#chloe ortega#wsa352#wsa#sapphicism#lesbian#gaysian#boho#urban bohomenian#DIABLOSHEVIK#drack nocktul serial rapist wannabe#draco x harry#interview with the vampire#miraculous ladybug#ryan reynolds#young royals#elon musk
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Harry Moult • A shaft of light - Euston Station, c.1929
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HP FESTS: Dramione Teratophilia Fest (Part 2)
Dramione Teratophilia Fest 2.0 2023:
Moulting by emmarauren - M, one-shot - “My wings!” She cried. “They’re falling off.” “Oh sweetheart. They’re only moulting.”
Ministry Interference by seawitchcreations - E, one-shot - The Ministry has found that you are a MATCH for a Magical Creature.
Please report to the office of Mr. Samuel Collins, located in Lab 43 on the 3rd Floor at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at your earliest convenience.
We look forward to your cooperation in this matter. Courtesy of the DMLE. Hermione’s plan to take Draco home is derailed by Ministry Interference.
warped, wretched thing by LeafHouses - E, 2 chapters - Draco finds Harry slumped over his desk, body as still and cold as winter, skin already shrinking away from the bone. Ginny has been searching for her husband for a week, recalling the recent madness in him. She didn’t know about the little studio on the riverside, didn’t have a key to the door, and thus, didn’t find the body. Or the broken painting. or On a cold day in fall, Harry Potter dies suddenly, and Draco Malfoy is left with a broken heart, a distraught widow, and a haunting painting of a mysterious woman.
Into the Light by Absolutely_Avid - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy, turned recluse and werewolf with one bite, has locked himself away in his manor. Content to waste his life away, Draco is put out when his best friend and childhood enemy conspire to drag him into the light.
Blessed in Darkness by EastWindmlk - E, one-shot - no summary
The Rockrose & The Thistle by Bana_Bhuidseach - M, WIP - It is selfishness that draws her out of the ocean to save him, and it is selfishness that makes him keep her on land afterwards.
À la Claire Fontaine by LiloLilyAnn - T, one-shot - Deep beneath the glassy surface of an enchanted lake, lived a lone water nymph. She knew not the world outside of her marine home nor why she feared those who walked on land, but she believed the feeling in her chest and the magic of the water around her that told her to flee from them, nonetheless. Until one day, a boy appeared on her shoreline, and everything she thought she knew was altered.
Breakfast in Bed and Other Conveniences of the Undead by Art_emis - E, one-shot - A tale of Hermione Granger and her compulsion to secure equity for all. Or, how Hermione Granger accidentally landed in a relationship with Draco Malfoy- Vampire, via the siren call of “properly conducted research.”
Yes, Master Malfoy by orphan_account - E, one-shot - "Draco takes in the tiny creature, such a special thing. A treasure he’d coveted the moment he set his eyes upon her. Granger was no ordinary house elf by any means, such a prize in his collection." Draco Malfoy has a house-elf kink.
I know you won't hurt me by katiekrum - M, one-shot - I'm not sure of my feelings for you, but I won't let anyone before me claim you as their own.
Benighted Traveler by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - Fingers wrap around his jaw, forcing him to look up and into glowing golden eyes. Oh holy shit— “You dare to disturb my place of rest?” Her voice carries centuries of power, rattling the very frame of him, sinking deep into his flesh and crackling his bones. Draco knows the moment he lays eyes on her who she is. The Princess of the 18th Dynasty. Hermione. Her name had been Hermione. - Draco's research project had been an utter failure so far, until he managed to stumble upon a hidden tomb. Not just any hidden tomb either, but the tomb of a princess everyone thought was lost to history. He didn't mean to wake the princess, nor upset her. Lucky for him, she might just find him useful.
Paranormal Activity by pinkhairandbooks - E, one-shot - The first time she had burst into his bathroom while he was having a private moment in his shower, manifesting her presence with a mocking “and you call that a wank?” Draco had screamed. The second time he had merely blushed furiously and closed better the shower curtain, though that had done nothing to cut off her snide comments about his supposed inability to masturbate. The third time he had snorted, terribly annoyed by those constant interruptions, and had let his irritation take control of his mouth. Idea that, in retrospect, he realized how bad it had been. “Do you want to explain to me how to do it, then?” He mumbled annoyedly, only popping his head out from behind the shower curtain to scowl at her.
We Were Prey by AutumnWeen - M, one-shot - “The name I used to bear is of no consequence. To you I am Draco. I must confess have grown fond of the name, as pretentious as it is. Did you know it was the dragon that guarded the golden apples of a goddess? Golden, like you.” Draco's memories of Hermione make her easy prey for the Fae, and not even her magic can protect her.
soft purrs and dark secrets by FeInTheClouds - E, 2 chapters - no summary
Venenum by pinkhairandbooks - E, one-shot - A dangerous creature has been lurking Hermione’s village since she can remember, too many animals have been killed and too many crops destroyed. Fearing for their lives the village offers Hermione to the beast as a virgin sacrifice, hoping she will quench its thirst.
This fest is ongoing.
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When I was being crushed by a crowd of sweaty singing drunks under the Slane stage in 1987 to a soundtrack of David Bowie’s Absolute Beginners, I hadn’t a notion I’d be back one day shepherding three daughters as they went wild for a musical chameleon of their own.
But that’s as it was 37 years later and I found myself draped in the ultimate sign of the times - a moulting feather boa - with 80,000 people around me dancing all night to the best songs ever.
The crowd gathered for Harry’s house party could scarcely have been more different to the one that had stormed the castle last time Lord Henry Mountcharles threw open his gates in 2019 to let tens of thousands of Metallica fans in to bang their heads and pump their fists to raging metal.
This time it was more fluorescent and female and family-friendly.
As the day started, parents hoisted children onto shoulders ahead of the long march from the wildly expensive car parks to the castle gate, following a rainbow trail of boa feathers.
There were stewards offering wrist bands to minors “and to the adults who might get lost at the bar”, the woman policing the table said as she scribbled my name and number on a band for my smallest child.
The road led past blocks of portable toilets where enterprising children sold rolls of toilet paper to anxious looking customers.
When asked about prices a child said they were “only €2″.
For the packet?
“No, per roll.”
They cost the kids 20 cent. The future of the rip-off Republic is in safe hands.
Once inside, the challenge was to find a space to sit for the hours before Harry. Tens of thousands of people were ahead in the race for that space so we struggled to find a patch of grass even three quarters of the way back from the front.
We ended up beside a super-organised group of families who had spread a network of picnic blankets across a small area having arrived at midday, a full two hours before the gates opened.
Dave Ellis from Carlow was the sole man in the group. He’d been sitting for more than two hours by the time we interrupted him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get up,” he said. “I’ve lost the feeling in my legs and I don’t think they work any more.”
He laughed when asked if he was a big Harry Styles fan. “I was kind of roped into coming.”
Roped or not, he’d embraced the Styles spirit with zeal. “I spent last night putting hairspray on the boas to hold them together,” he said. “That is what we were told to do.”
And?
“It didn’t work.”
Beside him was Serena Carney. “We’ve been sitting here for hours and we are not moving,” she said with the firmness of an Irish mammy.
The last time she was here was for Guns and Roses in 1992. “It was a bit a different, I suppose. The atmosphere was different for sure.”
She certainly didn’t have a picnic including feta cheese sprinkled with crumbled bacon at that gig.
We didn’t even have feta in Ireland back then.
Annie Mac took to the stage to play some tunes and if Slane had a roof she’d have lifted it off when she played a snippet of Abba’s Gimme Gimme Gimme (a man after midnight) and started a wild singalong.
Jenny Murphy from Limerick was another concertgoer in the parent trap. “I’m here with my daughters,” she said. “I’m not a big fan. The last time I was here was in 1995 for REM.”
How did then compare with now? “There is a lot more pink today and the crowd is so different. We took the bus up and there were three people over 25 on it. Me, my friend and the bus driver. But it’s great and there is such a happy vibe and people are so stylish.”
She did have one gripe though. “The prices! They’re mad. The t-shirts are 40 quid and the hoodies are 80. And I am just after buying a scoop of ice cream for a fiver.”
As the support act Wet Leg embarked on a scream therapy session which lead singer Rhian Teasdale promised would make everyone feel better, a man stumbled past carrying two hard-won crepes from one of the food stalls where insanely long queues formed for most of the day.
When asked if he was okay, he sighed heavily and said “I just f**king want to go home.”
Only four hours to go, I thought, but said nothing.
Not everyone wanted to go home. In fact virtually no-one else did. Grainne Gleeson from Downpatrick and Caoimhe Daly from Warrenpoint didn’t care about prices or queues or feta and were all about Harry.
“She’s his number one fan,” Gleeson said gesturing to her friend. “She’s seen him twice already on this tour and this is her third time. And she’s going to London to see him.”
Daly nodded enthusiastically. When asked why she’d want to see anyone play four times in a matter of weeks, she said that while “it might be the same songs every night it is a different vibe. And I had to come to Slane because it is such an iconic venue.”
Aoife Sheehan from Limerick said she wasn’t such a die-hard fan and was here because she got a ticket for her birthday. “I was a big One Direction fan but forgot about him until I heard his last album and was blown away by it. And look around you, isn’t the atmosphere just brilliant?
She wasn’t wrong.
Then Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody blared out of the speakers, a sign that Styles was ready for us. After that it was all screams and shrieks and singalongs and as I marvelled at the energy and the enthusiasm of the crowd it dawned on me that REM, Oasis, the Rolling Stones or even Bowie who I’d seen play this field had not come close to matching the joy, excitement and showmanship Harry Styles brought to Slane.
Hats off to him.
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Rainy River Experience (Part 2)
Until I began this Big Year, I never considered going to Rainy River in northern Ontario and now I have been there twice in the past two months! Jim and I made plans to visit his sister who lives in Flin Flon, Manitoba in July, so since we were flying there with a stopover in Winnipeg, we thought we may as well take a few more days, rent a car and drive back over to northern Ontario to see if we could pick up another bird or two that we didn’t get in May.
It was nice to go back a second time since we already knew where all the hotspots were. We visited three sewage lagoons in the short time we were there and spent many hours driving around the back roads between Rainy River, Emo and Fort Frances, Ontario.
Our first surprise was that the Walla Walla Inn and the Harris Hill Resort in Rainy River were all booked up and we were only able to get one night’s accommodation at the Inn in Emo. I could understand this in May during prime birding season but in July?? I asked someone what was going on and found out that there is a lot of construction going on in this end of northern Ontario and the rooms were being taken up by all the construction workers. Fortunately, we were able to get a couple of nights at the Copper River Inn in Fort Frances.
We flew into Winnipeg from Flin Flon on Thursday afternoon and made the five hour drive to Emo, birding along the way. Friday we got up at 4 a.m. and visited one of our favourite places in Rainy River (Wilson Creek). We were hoping to get a photo of a Yellow Rail but instead we got some beautiful photos of other birds in the golden morning sunlight.
Sedge Wren:
LeConte’s Sparrow:
From there, we drove some of the back roads stopping here and there listening for birds. We stopped along one road and listened to several Soras calling back and forth. While we were there, I looked up and couldn’t believe it - a flock of 15-20 Franklin’s Gulls were flying overhead. My target bird - yay!!
We drove down Hwy 621 to find a beach along Lake of the Woods only to find out that there was very little beach left due to the high waters. We met a wonderful lady there who told us of a great spot to see American White Pelicans that was only 10 minutes up the road. We pulled into Grassy Narrows and saw a few pelicans swimming in the river. I ran a little ahead of them to try and get a photo of them from the front and when I went around a barn, we found a ton of them!! There were at least 60-70 all swimming together. It was fun watching them take off, fly around for a bit and then come in for a landing.
From there we went to the Harris Hills Resort in the hopes of getting some better photos of the Franklin’s Gulls. We had been hoping to secure a boat ride out to Sable Island but were told that water levels were five feet higher than normal and there was barely an island left. We did see some Franklin’s Gulls there but they were so far out, I couldn’t get any photos. Luckily when we left Harris Hills Resort, we turned down a side road to get out of the way of a big truck and found a number of Franklin’s Gulls playing in the wind. We watched them for quite some time and managed to get some decent photos including several in full breeding plumage.
Although we didn’t get any new birds for the list for the remainder of the trip, we did see lots of very cool things. I thought that I had found a new bird only to discover that it was a moulting Bobolink :-)
It was also fun to visit and see the offspring of many of the birds we had seen just a couple of months before.
We turned down one road and saw a Merlin sitting on a wire. We waiting a few minutes and found four other Merlins flying about! We believe it was an adult with four juveniles. They were quite noisy and we watched them for quite some time and got some neat shots.
My favourite shot from this trip had to be the one I posted a couple of days ago with the Eastern Kingbird, a Broad-winged Hawk, and a Star-nosed Mole. I didn’t even realize what I had captured until I downloaded the photos onto my computer. I knew the hawk had some prey and I saw the smaller bird attacking him and at one time, he looked as though he was right on the hawk’s back but I was very surprised to see the golden feathers on the Kingbird’s crown as I had only seen some red feathers once before (also in Rainy River!)
I am not sure if I will ever return to Rainy River (unless I do another big year of course :-)) but I have really enjoyed both of my visits, seen lots of cool birds and taken many, many, many photographs! Certainly experiences to remember!
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Harry Moult - The Minarettes, Tasman Valley, 1920s
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je fais ma petite pub et j'assume
bonjour, bonsoir héhé
je ne sais pas si le message lu et s'il ne passera pas finalement aux oubliettes. mais comme qui dirait, qui ne tente rien n'a rien..
je viens faire de la pub pour un forum sur lequel je suis depuis maintenant 3 ans et demi et où j'y ai incarné moultes personnages. c'est un forum harry potter (welcome home) où seulement les trois premiers tomes/films sont repris. dès lors tout change, sirius black libéré, peter pettigrew arrêté et plus de mage noir obsédé par un ado et qui préfère attendre chaque fin d'année scolaire pour tenter de le tuer. parce que oui l'éducation c'est important. :p
le staff a mis en place des nouveautés très intéressantes depuis déjà une bonne année et demi avec la mise en place d'une huitième année (qu'on pourrait considéré comme une petite année universitaire finalement, une pré-formation) avec des cursus etc afin que nos sorciers s'épanouissent académiquement parlant encore plus. et maintenant... le monde adulte est ouvert !! vous avez donc l'opportunité de jouer des jeunes adultes !! 🎉🎉🎉 pleins de pl sont déjà disponibles en plus des personnages du livre à exploiter et à réadapter - ce que le forum encourage fortement. il y en a pour tous les goûts ! on recherche des sportifs pro, des apprentis aurors etc... de quoi faire fleurir l'imagination et avoir de beaux sujets vraiment sympas entre adultes ✨
je vous laisse le lien du forum ici : https://welcome-home.forumactif.com/ (+ voici celui des pl : https://welcome-home.forumactif.com/t1991-pv-pre-liens) hésitez vraiment pas à venir faire un tour, on est déjà quelques adultes actifs et impatients de vous voir venir too pour des aventures de folies.
merci pour la lecture 💖💖
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Caption this :}
#This was our first manning day out of his 2023 moult#Aramis#Harris hawk#Falconry#Bird of prey#birblr
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Me for the character ask😆
The living Pav
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
Whichever one Hedwig is in
best quality: his yellowness; his chirpy little singing voice - one of best on show
He gave up his life so Klaine could get together
worst quality: Scaring Kurt when he moulted, and then making him cry
ship them with: Hedwig from Harry Potter. Bit weird though
brotp them with: Mr Puss, Lord Tubbington, and had he lived with the pigeons in Season 5
needs to stay away from: Sebastian - don't know why, i just think everyone does
misc. thoughts: Did he have any children to pass down to the next Warblers, or did that tradition die out when he died?
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6persoschallenge n°3 | Skander Lupin | Univers Harry Potter Uchronie | ch.- Sorcier au sang mêlé, lycanthrope, héros et anti-héros.
Le personnage qui a le plus évolué en jeu, mais aussi le personnage que je préfère de tous les personnages que j'ai pu jouer. Skander Lupin, je l'ai aussi joué très longtemps, et grâce à lui, j'ai fais l'une de mes meilleurs rencontres RPGique, quelqu'un qui est encore mon amie à ce jour (et jusqu'à loooongtemps je l'espère). Personnage plein de reflief, mais surtout à l'encontre de ce que l'on a pu voir dans Harry Potter au niveau de l'Ordre du Phénix.
De zéro, en héros.
Dans cet univers Uchronique, Harry Potter et les personnages hormis Voldemort et Dumbledore n'existent pas. Skander est le fils d'un Lupin, une famille établie en Angleterre mais qui descend d'une terrible famille française qui a inspiré les sanglants évènements de la Bête du Gévaudan. Dans cette famille, quand votre fils a 17 ans, le père le mord, et s'il survit à la morsure du Loup Garou, c'est qu'il est digne de porter le nom de Lupin. Skander est élevé avec son jeune frère dans une famille où son père a désiré se soustraire à cet héritage morbide. Amoureux de Sofia, une sorcière Italienne & française ils s'établissent sur le Chemin de Traverse où ils tiennent un restaurant modeste mais qui leur assure un confort de vie. La guerre se faisant contre lord Voldemort, le statut de née moldue de sa mère font d'eux les cibles d'une attaque. Le travail de leur vie est anéanti, et sa mère blessée lors de cet attaque meurt quelques mois plus tard, anéanti. Skander est donc seul pour s'occuper de son frère, car son père cède aux sirènes des enfers, et sombre dans l'alcoolisme et perd leur argent aux jeux. J
Jeune homme déterminé, il se jure de ne jamais devenir l'épave qu'est son père. Il se tire vers le haut lui-même, entrainant son jeune frère avec lui. Brillant élève de Poudlard, il se lie rapidement d'amitié avec Beatrix, Quintus, Desmond, et aussi Ciena. Des gens de divers horizons. Il évite les membres de sa famille, refusant de devenir une bête, comme eux. Il sort brièvement avec son amie française, Beatrix, qui disparait en France durant leur dernière année. Il met son départ sous le coup de leur rupture, et obtient ses diplômes avant d'entrer dans le grand bain. C'est le bureau des aurors qu'il vise. Repéré par celui qui sera son mentor, Robb Moody, il enchaine la réussite, et entraine dans son sillage, Ciena, celle qui sera la premier amour de sa vie. En cette période de guerre; les aurors sont nombreux, et aussi en danger.
1981, c'est l'année charnière, la première année d'une longue descente aux enfers. Durant une attaque généralisée sur le monde magique, Ciena est retrouvé morte sur le sol du Ministère avec bon nombre de traitres à leur sang, mais aussi tous les sangs de bourbes. Skander ravale son honneur et se met à servir le nouveau Ministère pour sauver sa peau, celle de son frère. Voldemort au pouvoir, le monde change, et l'homme sombre. Un coup de plus du destin, et lui et son frère son attaqué par un Lycan à qui leur père devait de l'argent. Le destin Lupin, on n'y échappe pas. Il quitte le Ministère au grand damn de son mentor, et devient l'ombre de lui-même. Bête et homme de main de la Mafia. Il se met à boire, et devient ce qu'il a juré de combattre.
Quelques années plus tard, l’Ordre du Phénix renait de ses cendres. Jadis, il n’en faisait pas parti, mais connaissait bien certains de ses membres, c’est Cora McGongall une amie de son défunt père qui le pousse à entrer dans le combat pour qu’il fasse face à ses vieux démons. Il gravit rapidement les marches grâce à son charisme et son génie. Bien qu’il continue à boire, il devient un peu plus raisonnable, ayant enfin trouvé une raison de vivre. S'il forme les jeunes sorciers à l'art d'un combat, il n'en reste pas moins quelqu'un de violent. La mort de Cora quelques mois plus tôt font de lui par intérim un des leaders de l’Ordre. Faisant preuve de sa valeur lors de la prise de Poudlard, il change les règles jusqu'ici établies au sein de l'Ordre : il faut savoir se salir les mains pour obtenir la victoire.
Extrême, il n'hésite pas une seconde à sacrifier une jeune femme pour assouvir sa propre vengeance, bien que son frère en soit éprise. A la guerre comme à la guerre, il fait parti du commando qui lors d'une fête élimine Lord Voldemort, mais se retrouve complètement amnésique à Ste Mangouste à la suite de cela. Privé de souvenir, il n'est plus l'homme détestable, et violent qu'il était. Mais c'est ce qui le sauve du baiser du détraqueur. Mais ce qui le perdra, c'est le doux baiser d'une blonde qui changera le cours de son existence. Extrait de Ste Mangouste par le meilleur (et le plus improbable) commando de l'Ordre, il laisse derrière lui ce qui pourrait lui offrir un lambeau de bonheur. Tiraillé entre ses sentiments, la raison et son devoir de leader qui fait de lui un héros pour certain, un terroriste pour d'autre. Il n'abandonnera jamais le combat qu'il estime juste, usant des moyens les moins conventionnels.
L'amour d'une femme va le pousser à l'extrême, à enfreindre ses propres règles, et après moultes péripéties (des dizaines de rp) à finalement s'aimer pour le meilleur, mais surtout pour le pire. Il y aurait tant à dire, tant à écrire, encore et encore. Je me suis imaginé à la fermeture du forum qu'ils avaient réussi à partir d'Angleterre, laissant la guerre derrière eux, et qu'ils soient en mesure de se reconstruire ailleurs en famille, en famille, puisqu'au final la famille c'est ce qui compte.
Il y aurait tant à dire. C'est de loin mon personnage favori, qui a évoluer de type détestable, violent, alcoolique qui avait tout perdu sauf son frère à cet homme toujours bourru, mais qui était devenu père (d'une équipe de quidditch), héros, leader, frère, ami, cousin, etc. L'Ordre était devenu sa famille, et il poursuit pour moi ses aventures, se demandant ce que sa Odette (sa blonde) a encore dû inventer en passant la porte de la maison. Se demandant comment les Jumeaux allaient retourner la maison cette fois, etc.
Mon préféré (au masculin), c'est subjectif, mais c'est moi choix !
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Zion + Romance + Fake Relationship!AU + 1, 6 and 3. Congratulations on the milestone!
thank you! I’m sorry this is so late :(
[11:20AM] You were rightfully startled when Zion slipped an arm around your waist one morning. But yet, he still did nothing but whisper,
“Just go with it, please.”
Zion’s small smile confused you, the look of it almost making it seem like he was gritting his teeth behind it. But for all you knew, he was.The conversation you had the night before came rushing back to you, and you couldn’t help but freeze up. The situation you’d somehow gotten yourselves into was absurd enough to leave either one of you gritting your teeth until the moment you took your last breath.
Zion had come to you last night, rushing to talk to you before Lawrence decided to come and usher him off to bed for the night, spewing what sounded like utter nonsense to your tired mind. But, once he’d gathered the courtesy to slow down and spell it out for you, it was an entirely different situation.
He’d talked of arising troubles with Scarlett, and how though he knew she had been harbouring feelings for him for a long time, she was now taking some of her attempts to the extreme.
“So, what?” You’d asked, rubbing your eyes as you processed what he was saying. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend so she’ll get the hint and leave you alone?”
He paused, now sheepish as he realised how much he was asking of you. “Yeah, about. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I just-”
“I can do it,” You interrupted, “But, can’t you just talk to her about it first? Maybe if you talk to her-?”
He sighed and gave you an uncharacteristically tired smile. “If it was that easy I’d of done already, kid.”
You might’ve had to be reminded of the agreement you made, but, through his tight smile, you remembered well enough.
“Uh,” Harry looked between the two of you and back to Zion’s arm around your waist. “What’s going on..?”
Zion grinned at the other boy, nailing the casual look he was trying so hard to project. “What? A guy can’t hug his girlfriend?”
The room went silent, and you tensed against him, thinking that you had already been found out. Harry looked slightly puzzled and Lawrence looked utterly shocked, while Scarlett was oddly quiet.
Scarlett was still the first to give a reaction, though, scoffing haughtily. “There’s no way. Don’t joke around like that, Zion,”
A look of triumph only you could deduce swam through his eyes as he leaned over your shoulder with a sweet smile. It was so natural that even you were convinced that he did indeed have feelings for you, at least before you remembered the situation.
But Scarlett was still at a loss for words as the rest exchanged looks.
“What?” Her voice was soft, rather than angry like you’d expected. But, her attitude went south quickly. “How could you-? She’s a brat!”
“Scarlett,” Lawrence warned her, but she didn’t stop there, only getting more angry.
“She waltzed in here and immediately got everything she wanted! She’s manipulative and why don’t you guys can’t see that?”
You frowned, narrowing your eyes as the conversation topic switched faster than a snap of your fingers. “What are you-”
“Shut up,” She hissed, giving you a nasty glare that had irritation burning in your chest. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“Harry, can you take her out to calm down?” Lawrence sighed as if the situation was merely just a bother, not noticing the way Harry hesitated. But, upon seeing Zion’s irritated expression, he agreed and led her out by the arm.
The days after that only came with more insults, misjudged situations, and arguments that were certainly avoidable. It was like you were influenced by some sort of cursed clock from a fantasy novel: something new every day.
She’d hidden your food, taken your blankets, ignored you, made fun of moult was like it never ended. At least, you hoped until now.
“Zion-?”
You knocked on the door to his classroom one day, almost desperate to put an end to the cycle you’d grown to hate. You had agreed thinking light of the situation, but what you’d gotten yourself into was clearly much more.
You heard the padding of footsteps behind the door before coming face to face with a yawning Zion. He seemed awfully casual in presentation, and that did nothing but irritate you.
“Can I talk to you for a second??” You asked sweetly, the tone of your voice forcing him awake as he looked each way down the hallway.
“Here?” He asked this before whispering, “What if she’s listening?”
You forced out a sigh as you took him by the arm and went back into his classroom yourself, closing the door behind you as a makeshift barrier for privacy. You felt like you had no privacy anymore, but hopefully that would change.
“Jeez, kid. What’s got you in such a bad mood?”
“Take a wild guess, Zion.” You hissed, your eyes narrowing as he pulled his lips into a line. “That’s what I came here to talk about.”
“..Has Scarlett been that bad?”
“Horrible. If she didn’t like me before, she despises me now.”
Zion was quiet, as if he was thinking over what you’d said.
“I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t want to get hurt over something like this. I don’t think I can help you anymore.”
He gave you a small smile, but for whatever reason, it looked sad.
“Anyone could hurt you, but I’m the least likely to.” He said, his eyes gentle for a moment before he said, “So stick around me and I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise”
You appreciated his confidence, but this wasn’t something you wanted to compromise on.
“Zion, that’s not what I’m trying to say-”
You trailed off as his eyes flickered away with a sigh.
He nodded. “I know what you’re trying to say, but, I just need you to hold on for a little longer. I can’t let you go now just to let everything go to waste.”
“Let what go to waste, Zion? What have you done that could possibly go to waste?” Your brows knitted as his face twisted.
“She’s getting the message, ___. We just have to-”
“I can’t do this anymore, Zion! She’s been so nasty that it’s unbearable!” You said, an edge of desperation slipping into your voice.
He noticed this, and took a hesitant step forward, reaching out a hand.
“I’ll help you, ___. I’m sorry she’s doing this to you.”
You looked between his hand and his eyes, unsure of what to make of it. You were trapped between his kindness and a racing desire to put an end to everything once and for all. In the fight, your senses won, but your heart was left aching at the words you let slip.
“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
Hot emotion flared in your chest, not of anger, but of regret. You knew that Zion was just trying to show someone that he wasn’t interested, but you couldn’t help but feel angry that you had to keep dealing with it.
“___,” he grabbed your hand as you began to turn away, his eyes soft and only further breaking your heart further.
“I’m - I’m sorry, Zion. I didn’t mean that-”
He smiled reassuringly and shook his head. “It’s okay, kid. I get it. We’ll get through this together, promise.”
Thinking about his sincere promises earlier, you asked, “…You promise? Will you stop Scarlett from being such a-”
“Yes,” He laughed, interrupting you before you could get any further. “Yes, I will. I’m sorry I never realised that it was so bad for you.”
You sighed in relief, your lips curving up into a smile. “Oh, Zion, I’m so happy I could kiss you! You don’t know how much those words relieve me.”
He smile formed into a small smirk as he suggested, “Then why don’t you? I am your boyfriend.”
You stared at him as you teasingly narrowed your eyes. “We just argued and that’s what you’re thinking about now?”
His smile was goofy as he began, “My mind’s just going to the important stuff, ___-”
You cut him off by standing up on your tippy toes, just a bit taller, to reach his face and plant a light kiss on his cheek.
When you backed away he wasn’t flustered like you would’ve expected, rather just smiling widely at you. You raised a brow as he began to tease you again.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind if you did that more often-”
Now you were the one that was flustered.
“Zion!”
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Harry et Draco à la plage
Harry et Draco ont décidé, après moultes disputes pour décider de la destination finale pour leur vacances, d’aller dans sud de la France.
Draco avait réussit à négocier un hôtel de luxe (Harry voulait dormir en camping parce que “c’est plus drôle” mais Draco avait déjà dit oui pour passer des vacances moldues, il ne fallait pas pousser Merlin dans la cheminette non plus) et les deux hommes passaient donc du bon temps à se balader, visiter les villages aux alentours et à se détendre sur la plage. Ils ont même réussit à ne pas se disputer pendant vingt-deux heures, ce qui est leur nouveau record. Et Harry a croisé un dauphin magique...carnivore. Bon, des vacances basiques pour Harry et Draco quoi.
Pendant les derniers jours de leur vacances, ils ont entendu parlé d’une soirée danse et feu de camp et ils ont décidé d’y aller. L’ambiance était incroyable, le feu était géant et éclairait la soirée de nuances orangées, tranchant avec le ciel sombre et illuminant les douces vagues méditerranéennes. La musique avait un bon rythme et, très vite, Harry a emmené Draco sur les pistes pour danser, un grand sourire aux lèvres. Et Draco aurait pu jurer que le sourire d’Harry était plus lumineux que le feu. Et que ses yeux verts semblaient renfermer les plus grands secrets de l’univers, illuminé de cette couleur indescriptible qui rendait ses émeraudes légèrement plus foncées qu’habituellement. Mais Harry l’a coupé dans sa contemplation en posant ses mains sur sa taille et ils ont commencé à se lâcher sur la piste, leurs pieds s’enfonçant dans le sable chaud. Draco a commencé à avoir chaud et ils ont été boire quelque chose, et c’était à Harry d’admirer la descente de la pomme d’Adam du blond pendant qu’il buvait, sa peau blanche (malgré les heures qu’il a passé au soleil, de toute façon Draco mettait toujours un énorme chapeau, des lunettes et trop de sorts anti-soleil) se détachant dans la sombre lumière. L’homme qui a vaincu a d’ailleurs dû fusiller du regard quelques moldues admiratives. C’est d’ailleurs pour cela que, quand un musique plus lente a commencé à jouer, il a embarqué son mari sur la piste alors que celui avait encore son verre et a posé un bras légèrement possessif autour de lui. Draco, pas naïf, a très bien comprit d’où venait la soudaine envie de son mari pour danser et a éclaté de rire, se laissant mener légèrement à l’écart de la foule. Les déplacements de leur corps lui fit renverser à moitié son verre mais il s’en fichait, heureux de voir son mari aussi protecteur que lui. (il ne l’avait pas dit, mais quand il restait sur le transat et qu’Harry allait se baigner, seulement vêtu d’un maillot de bain ne cachant rien de ses fesses bombées et de ses cuisses solides ainsi que son torse nu dont la largeur des épaules et les abdominaux dessinés ne laissaient aucune place à l’imagination, il avait vu beaucoup de personnes le regarder avec insistance. Et peut-être que Draco avait jeté quelques sorts aux moldus. Peut-être.)
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