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greenhousethree · 11 months

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In Search of an Oak (Microfic and New Fic!)

2nd June Prompt for @hinnymicrofic: Today (500 words)

This scene preludes my latest fic, which can be found on AO3.

“Trying to give my brother space?”

She’d found Hermione on the back porch, secluded in the Burrow’s shadow, rocking the swing with one toe on the ground. The chains creaked when she sat.

Finally, the gathering in the garden was dwindling. Maybe some had finally arrived at the idea that her family couldn’t wait for today to end. That her parents needed rest after burying their son.

Hermione’s lip quirked. “I didn’t want to be in the way.”

Ginny examined her, finding the same guilt she’d seen in Lee. It was less frustrating than all the pity. “You know Harry broods alone, not Ron, right? My brothers are pretty social creatures.”

Across the garden, Bill was conjuring a lantern, surrounded by red-haired men at the table from where she’d come.

Hermione smiled wanly in response. “He needs time with family. He’s been around me plenty.”

Ginny swirled and sipped her wine as a lonely chill slipped down her spine— a longing to wrap her arms around herself, hold herself together. It crept in to fill her suspended detachment, born from a unique combination of grief and liquor.

“Sweet of you. Seems like he’d want you around, though. Things are different between you two now, yeah?”

Hermione shrugged and smirked, lifting her glass to drink. Ginny watched her family and guests, plates of hors d'oeuvres and murmured conversations. Her gaze wandered involuntarily to the lone dark-haired figure sat beneath the huge old willow, and Hermione’s followed.

“Is he alright?” The question tumbled out without permission, startling her.

Hermione sighed, raising one halfhearted shoulder.

“What happened out there, Hermione?”

Surely she'd be far from the first to ask. Far from the first who needed to know.

Hermione watched Harry, lips forming a thin line. “I don’t even think I know the whole story,” she finally said. “He’s got a lot on his mind.”

“That’s new.”

The older witch snorted into her glass before giving her an odd look. “I’m sure he would tell you, you know.”

Ginny drank deeply. Bristled at the fear tingeing her voice, incapable of more than a whisper: “We’ve barely exchanged more than five words. He doesn’t want to talk.”

Hermione frowned. “Harry's always been rubbish at this…. he’s probably been trying to give you space. But he still has feelings for you.”

“And what makes you think that?”

Her smile was pained. “It wasn’t easy to keep secrets, Ginny.”

They both jumped as the back door opened and Fleur swept outside, levitating several flasks of pumpkin juice.

“I’m serious,” Hermione pressed with finality as they both rose to assist.

Ginny eyed him again as she collected empty plates, her stomach churning uneasily, firewhisky and wine smudging the edges between her thoughts. Today, her brother was in the ground. Today, they’d all made it past the end of the world. It filled her with the distinct resolve of having nothing to lose.

She refilled her glass, armoring herself, and took the first few steps across the garden.

Read the full story here.

#hinny #microfic #harry potter #ginny weasley #post-war reunion #ao3 fic #fanfic #lots of wine... maybe too much wine

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vivaislenska · 3 months

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Manifesting a complete family reunion and Hemlock’s demise 🙏🏼

#the family reunion first and foremost though #fuck hemlock #and his curling wand glove #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch fanart #the bad batch #rhino dino dog #star wars fanart #the bad batch art #sw tbb #scheduled post #viv art

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swordmaid · 1 year

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post canon jaime sketch for this new jb au im thinking of 🤭

#mine.#scar over his lips bc someone prob got tired of him running his mouth all the time.#but anyway .. its set after the war im hand waving the politics that not relevant #jb gets separated in the war and now bri is going back to the rock to see him again . so post canon reunion #!!!!! that sort of vibe. except its jb so u know theyre stupid abt it......... anyway if u want to know more lmk bc im like gnawing the #ceiling this au is making me shake and vibrate like a feral dog #also i havent drawn jb in a while so hes looking a bit weird to me SORRY ...

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ninjigma · 6 months

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QuinObi Week Part 4/5 - First / Previous / Next

Day 4: Post Order 66 Track: 'Flaws' - Bastille (Spotify / YouTube)

Everything went so wrong, but at least this, this, they managed to once again make right. I think it would be a very dramatic reunion, of Obi-Wan always hoping and Quinlan always seeking, finally stumbling back together. Though a part of me also imagines Quinlan tackling Obi-Wan into the dunes and it being the first time since that horrible day that Obi-Wan hasn't cursed how the sand gets into his beard. And besides, Quinlan didn't seem to mind when he kissed it anyhow.

Enjoy!

@quinobiweek

#Post Order 66 #it would be a tear jerker #but also make me laugh #as the best reunions always do #they deserve it #QuinObi Week #obi wan kenobi #quinlan vos #quinobi #voswan #obi wan x quinlan #star wars #fanart #my art

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gun-roswell · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Force 99 (Star Wars), CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Hunter Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Batcher the Lurca Hound (Star Wars) Additional Tags: TBB S3 Missing Scenes and Fixits, Could Be Canon, Spoilers for TBB S3, Ficlet, Snippets, post S3E4, Reunion, Angst, Loss, Feelings Realization, Tech's Goggles Series: Part 17 of TBB S3 Fixits and Missing Scenes series Summary:

Crosshair is back with the Bad Batch, or part to them… The dreaded discussion with Hunter and Wrecker finally about to begin when Crosshair sees the familiar pair of eyewear right there, on the console as if…

Part of TBB S3 missing scenes and fixits series.

#fanfic #star wars #the bad batch #tbb s3 spoilers #gen fic #reunions #emotions #feelings #realisations #angst #family #home #crosshair #hunter #wrecker #omega #batcher #post s3 e4 #speculation

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harmonyandco · 1 year

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In all her years as a studious, take-charge Gryffindor, Hermione never thought she’d suffer from burnout at her Ministry job. She’d been making great advances in her career and had been half-jokingly recommended to run for Minister when she got older. But though she’d been doing objectively well on the outside, inside she felt like a starved and caged lioness in a petting zoo.

Coming to work one day, she finds her office abuzz with activity. It turns out that her longtime friend, Harry Potter is back in town. When Hermione reunited with him, she finds out that Harry has been on something of a crusade in the wider world. Turns out that Voldemort was only a small part of a larger global movement, one that seems dead set on dragging the world back to the Dark Ages. He’s only just now come back to England because he believes their next big scheme is to try again in the Isles.

Hermione, in a rare fit of impulsiveness, quits her job and asks Harry how she can help. Harry only smiles and says that he missed her. Look out evildoers, Harry and Hermione are back and better than ever.

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#anon #harmony #harry x hermione #prompt #au #reunion #post war #adventure

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skitskatdacat63 · 3 months

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War AU x Second Love

Lmao Sam this is literally the plot to the Nandopoleon AU this exists in my head 😭😭

So Fernando is Napoleon, right? And Napoleon had two wives, right? Mark is his first love(i.e. Josephine), older than him, and who he is deeply in love with but has to divorce because Mark can't really provide anything(i.e. no political advantages, infertile, etc.) So Fernando needs to make a political marriage. And who does he marry! The young son of one of the most prominent monarchies in Europe: Lance, Archduke of Austria.

Lance is very resistant to this at first of course. All grumpy like, "Dad, why do you want me to marry the guy who just defeated us in four separate wars. He's literally beaten us since practically my birth, and now I have to marry him? Yuck." Both him and Fernando come into the marriage with bad expectations, Lance despising Fernando for all he represents and Fernando viewing Lance as just a means to an end. But Lance fits in to the kingdom very well and Fernando comes to adore him and pamper him all the time. And suddenly Lance to his father is all like, "the Emperor is great actually 🥰 I was so wrong 🥰"

Meanwhile Mark is just forced to the side, and has to watch while Fernando's love for him diminishes, and his love for Lance grows. They still talk a lot and spend time together, but Mark is constantly sniping at Fernando about his new "wife."

I think Lance would stick by Fernando's side during his exile and subsequent return. He grows to be more loyal to Fernando than to his own family and original kingdom. And even though Fernando originally just views him as a means to an end, he eventually lets Lance fight alongside when they are eventually drawn back into war. Maybe in this AU, he actually wins 😔

#imagine lance on the battlefield 😭😭#hes been a pampered spoiled rich boy his whole life #but he really admires fernando and how different their upbringings were #i think he def recieved military training when he was younger just bcs thats what guys did back then no?#but obviously was never expected to ever fight in a war or be in battle #just his dad being like yeah ee have the best of the best military leaders so you should learn from them #and then eventually is drawn into battle himself bcs he doesnt want to leave fernando's side #<- irl the woman that Lance is based on cheated on Napoleon and they never interacted again post-Elba so 😬#lance would be like IM GOING TO ELBA WITH HIM #and lawrence is like huh what no??? you have land to inherit still!!!#and lance just sulks in vienna for those eleven months of nando's exile #and then gets alerted abt his return and they have a very dramatic romantic reunion #where Lance commissions his own uniform and such and goes to greet Fernando lkke 'I knew you wouldnt leave me 🥹'#also the age gaps of mark-fernando-lance is remarkably close to the historical age gaps i am stealing from #<- literally only 1 and 5 years off. so im glad it fits so well 🤭🤭#also yeah dw how pregnancy works ( ._.) it just does. mpreg :) we sweep it under the rug #also the thought of lawrence as francis i is funny to me just bcs i feel he should be cast as a driver or smth but its okay #also the 'third love' of this is just Seb as Alexander I whom Nando is weirdly obsessed with #catie.asks.#strollonso #webbonso #nandopoleon alonsoparte

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cyle-stuff · 7 months

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ASHOKA SPOILERS!!!

I Love Reunions

#that’s it that’s the post #REUNIONS!#ashoka series #ashoka spoilers #star wars #ezra bridger #ashoka tano

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kanerallels · 1 year

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My first and quite possibly only submission for @sabezraweek! I hope y'all like this, it's my first time writing this couple so here goes nothing!

Rated G (mentions of past injuries)

Read on AO3!!

The night air on Yavin 4 was cool, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Ezra took a deep breath, staring up from his position on top of the Ghost at the stars above. He’d heard people say that looking up at so many stars made them feel alone, like they were a tiny speck in a massive galaxy.

But Ezra had never felt that way. Especially not after he started traveling with the Spectres. Now, when he looked up at the stars, he would think of Kanan’s teachings, about how through the Force, he wasn’t alone— he was connected to everything, even the faraway stars. He would think about Hera, how she was more at home up with the stars than on the ground. He would remember the time Zeb had helped them make their way through the nebula, and all the other times he’d fought alongside Ezra.

“The stars are amazing tonight,” he said aloud.

Next to him, Sabine Wren made a dismissive noise. “The stars were better on Atollon.”

Ezra couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter. “That’s ridiculous— these are the exact same stars.”

“First of all, we’re on an entirely different planet,” Sabine pointed out. “Therefore they’re definitely not. Second of all, you didn’t think it was ridiculous when you said the same thing about Lothal.”

“Well, that’s different,” Ezra said. “Lothal’s home.”

“Fair enough.”

They were both silent for a moment, and Ezra’s thoughts drifted. He associated Sabine with the stars almost more so than any of the others. They’d been star-gazing together since some of their first days on Atollon, shortly after Malachor. One night, he’d been ripped out of his sleep by yet another nightmare— watching Ahsoka fall to the Sith Lord’s blade, Maul’s cruel laughter in the background as Kanan shouted for him to do something, to help. To not just stand there and watch.

He was a Jedi. He was supposed to save people. On Malachor, he’d barely been able to save himself, and he definitely hadn’t saved Kanan.

These days, Ezra knew better. He knew it wasn’t his fault. But at the time, the memory that he had caused Kanan’s blindness and Ahsoka’s death had torn at him, both waking and sleeping. Nightmares that were too often more like memories woke him up most nights, and he often couldn’t stand laying in his room, terrified at the idea of drifting back to sleep.

So he’d wandered outside, walking in circles around the camp, chatting with any sentries he happened to bump into. But one night when he’d gotten up, Sabine had been up, too.

She hadn’t asked him why he was up, just slid him a mug of caf that had been waiting next to her, like she’d known he was getting up. As Ezra sipped at it cautiously— he didn’t have much of a taste for caf then, and he still didn’t now— she’d said, “When I can’t sleep, I like to sneak out and watch the stars.” She paused, seeming to waver, then asked, “Do you want to come with me?”

Ezra had been shocked that she’d asked him, but immediately accepted. And that had been the beginning of… Ezra didn’t really know what to call it. All he knew was that it had started then and grown into a friendship that was more than just that.

They’d already been friends, of course. But before that, he’d been the kid. That much had always been pretty clear, despite his earliest fumbling attempts to flirt with her. After he’d dropped that, they’d become friends. And after Malachor… he’d felt more alone than he’d ever felt, even on Lothal. Kanan had withdrawn, still recovering from his wounds, and Ezra couldn’t bring himself to talk to his master anyways. Hera had been busy trying to run half the Rebellion on her own and make sure Kanan was alright, and Zeb had been busy helping and making sure she didn’t pass out from exhaustion. So somehow, he and Sabine had ended up spending a lot more time together.

First it was just missions, then it was spending the odd bit of free time together, and then suddenly one day Ezra realized he trusted her more than anyone in the galaxy. That if he could choose one person to fight side by side with, it would always be her.

“Are you still awake over there?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” Ezra said, snapping out of his thoughts. “Hey— do you ever think about which planets those stars have near them? Like that one.” He pointed at a particularly bright star off to their left. “That could be… Ryloth, maybe.”

“Why Ryloth?”

“Well, Cham’s not gonna settle for some normal star,” Ezra pointed out. “He’s gonna want something real flashy, that everyone can see. Just so everyone can watch while he blows the Empire sky high.”

Sabine laughed, and Ezra felt himself grin in response. There was no feeling better than making someone laugh, and making her laugh— that was the best. “That checks out for Cham. Where’s Lothal, then?”

“Um…” Ezra studied the sky until he found a smaller, out of the way star. “That one. It looks smaller than its friends, but it’s still there. It’s still shining.”

“Hmm, smaller? Reminds me of someone I used to know,” Sabine said slyly.

“Hey— I’m almost taller than you now,” Ezra protested. He couldn’t hold onto his indignation at her laugh, however, finding himself laughing, too.

Spotting another star, he pointed. “Oh! There’s Krownest.”

“How is that Krownest?” Sabine asked, sounding amused.

“Krownest is your home planet— kind of,” Ezra said. “And that star is kinda purple-y looking, if you look close.” Grinning, he said, “There’s no way you could have just a normal colored star, huh?”

For a long, long moment, she was silent, and Ezra was worried that he’d said something wrong. I shouldn’t have mentioned Krownest, he decided, and was opening his mouth to apologize when she spoke. Quick and simple, like she wanted to get the words out before she could really regret it.

“I miss you.”

Ezra blinked, surprised. He sent her a quick glance, unable to read her expression in the dark. “I’m right here,” he pointed out, and the sigh she released was so sad that Ezra felt his own throat tighten with sorrow.

“No, you’re not.”

And there it is, Ezra thought. “No, I’m not,” he agreed. Because there was no way he could really be sitting on top of the Ghost with her, watching Yavin 4’s stars in peace. Yavin 4 was billions of miles away— just how many, he didn’t really know. And so was Sabine.

For the first time, he looked over at her, really looked. She was staring up at the stars, like she didn’t want to meet his eyes. She looked different than the last time he’d seen her, in those last moments in the Imperial complex on Lothal. Older, with her hair chopped short and dyed a deep purple. Her armor looked different, too, and Ezra spotted a purrgil painted on one shoulder pauldron.

She was still as beautiful as she had always been. But Ezra couldn’t really be surprised by that. Sabine being beautiful was just a fact of life, like the sun rising and Kanan being stupidly in love with Hera and the Force being all around them. He wondered if he could tell her without getting smacked, but decided not to risk it.

“I wish you really were here with me,” Sabine said quietly, her voice cracking just the littlest bit. Ezra felt a pang in his chest.

“I’m here,” he told her, reaching out and touching her hand before he could think better of it. “For a little while longer, anyways.”

Her fingers laced around his, and he couldn’t help but think that was where they were meant to be, hand in hand. “You could have made it a little easier to find you,” she said, her voice strengthening.

“You’re right,” Ezra told her. “Next time I shoot myself into hyperspace with the help of space whales that I can’t control, I’ll be more specific about where I end up.”

“I thought you could control these things,” Sabine pointed out. “How did you get them to do all that in the first place?”

“Influence, not control,” Ezra corrected. “Otherwise I would have dumped Thrawn and come home.” He thought of Lothal, hopefully flourishing like he always dreamed it was, and of the Ghost and its crew. The two places that had always been home for him.

“You Jedi and your nuances,” Sabine drawled.

“You Mandalorians and your stubbornness,” Ezra teased back, and they both laughed, the tension between them easing slightly for a moment. He glanced back at her, and found her looking at him for the first time.

Their eyes met, and Ezra felt an unreasonable shiver go down his spine. And then he felt a slight tug in the back of his mind. He was being pulled out of the dream.

“I think I’m about to go,” he said, and felt Sabine’s fingers tighten around his.

“It’ll be okay,” she said, her voice rushed. “We’ll find you, I promise. I didn’t give up, I swear.”

“I know,” Ezra said, summoning up a grin. “You never quit. I remember.”

A matching smile crossed Sabine’s face, and she opened her mouth to respond—

Ezra jerked upright, nearly falling out of his perch in a tree far, far above the jungle floor. Grabbing a branch, he sucked in a shaky breath. Whoa.

The dream had felt so real— and it wasn’t the first of its kind. I wonder which would be worse— seeing her and knowing she’s not real, or not seeing her at all. But Ezra knew he wouldn’t trade it, even if he had to wake up every time to reality. A reality that was, unfortunately, far away from her.

Sighing, he resettled himself in a position between two tree branches and closed his eyes, trying to get back to sleep. His last thought before he dropped off, as it often was, was of her.

Billions of miles away, a Mandalorian girl was doing much the same thing as she tried not to think too much about what her dream had meant. It was just wishful thinking, she told herself. How could he even reach me through a dream? That’s impossible, isn’t it?

But maybe it isn’t, her mind whispered as she curled up in her bunk, hand automatically slipping around the lightsaber she kept with her at all times. And if it isn’t, that means he’s alive. He’s out there, somewhere.

We both just have to hang on a little longer, Ezra. I’ll find you. I know I will.

#sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra #sabezraweek2022 #post swr #dreams/visions #missing you/reunion #star wars rebels #swr #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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