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Class doodle of my fav fisherman
#peter#sun haven#sun haven fanart#sunhaven#sun haven peter#fisherman#character design#fan art#sun haven art
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There are no credits in Sun Haven
I got one response to my Tumblr post pointing me to the back of Claude's house, but actually those are just Kickstarter backers! I have completed the game's epilogue, and I can now 100% confirm that there is no place in the game where someone would reasonably expect to see the people who made the game.
And hey, I didn't work on the game, so I can't burn any bridges. However, my partner DID work on the game, and it was terrible to work on, almost entirely due to the director being extremely bad at every facet of his job.
My partner (@bugbearstew, who knows I'm making this) was an artist on the game. There's a pretty good chance you love something he did! He designed a bunch of non-romanceable NPCs, including Peter, Wesley, Slobert, and the Snaccoon. He designed all the seasonal bosses and their pet forms, as well (and the gameplay for each was based off those designs, so if the fights seem kind of meandering and aimless that's why).
He joined the project in late 2020 and left in late 2022. There's a lot of tea I could spill about this, but I'm hoping it suffices to say that I watched my partner's creative spark die over the stress of working on Sun Haven and it took him months to rebuild his drive and his confidence. And they don't even have the tact to tell you that he worked on the game.
I'm not going to tell you whether or not you should enjoy Sun Haven, because though I can't forgive the director, there were still a lot of lovely, determined people working on the game. I will ask you, however, to please not buy the DLC. Employee churn at Pixel Sprout is extremely high, and there's a good chance your new dollars aren't supporting anyone who delivered the game to you.
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Once Upon a Dream - Silver x Reader
Watched og Sleeping Beauty and couldn't help myself. Can't wait to actually get me some more Silver content in Book 7
Premise: Silver's been dreaming of a stranger he met once
Words: 1,292
Warnings: Minor spoilers for Glorious Masquerade (not really the main plot) and Port Fest (not the plot but a very minor point)
Music Inspiration: Once Upon a Dream - Cover by Evynne & Peter Hollens
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Leaves rustle in the breeze, the sun-dappled grass brushing against bare skin with each step. A delicate melody floats around them, encasing the couple in their own intimate, little world. In his left hand rests another that feels as if it were made to be held by his. Meanwhile, his right tenderly holds his partner’s waist, craving to close what small gap exists between them. Instead, his gentle gestures lead their feet in perfect harmony, all the while the beautiful visage has him entranced. Nothing has ever felt more perfect, a happiness he’s never known filling his heart to the brim.
Glittering eyes gaze up at him. On those enticing lips, a smile is born as they motion his name.
“Hm?”
“Silver.” Weight suddenly settles into his body.
“What’s wrong?”
Music fades from his ears. “Silver, wake up.”
Around him, his world dissolves, even the perfect person in his arms disappears in the dust, leaving him in utter darkness.
“Hey.”
Another shake of his shoulder, coerces the young man into opening his eyes. Though leaves quiver in the sky above, this is not the haven he’d just been. No, this is Fluer City, beneath one of the campus trees at Noble Bell College. Disappointment washes over him; he’d fallen asleep again.
A familiar face pokes into his view. “Ah, Monsieur Sleepyhead, welcome back to the world of the living.”
Drowsy Silver sits up, reluctant to shake the dream from his thoughts just yet. “Sorry, I must’ve dozed off again.”
His gaze grazes across Rook and Riddle, both fully prepared for the evening’s events.
The fellow second year folds his arms. “If you’re that tired, perhaps you should return to your room and rest.”
An offered hand by Rook is gratefully accepted. “No, it’s fine. Besides, I doubt Sebek would let me live it down if I missed the ball. Afterall, Malleus has been looking very forward to this.”
“That’s true,” Riddle agrees.
“Then you’d best return to your room and get dressed,” Rook says. “It’s almost time for our group to gather.”
“Of course. Thank you for waking me.”
Silver bids the two goodbye and wanders into the school where the Night Raven College students have been given rooms to borrow for the social. Yet while his feet are focused, his head is not.
It started months ago when Night Raven College so graciously volunteered its student body to help out with Port Fest. Class A had decided upon producing and selling churros as their way of contributing to the festival. Silver worked diligently to do his part, taking several measures to ensure he stayed awake.
Then there was an order for one of the sophomore churros, which Silver fulfilled. As he steps to the counter to pass off the final result to the customer, he freezes.
It was an angel standing there, wearing a radiant smile. Silver had been convinced he slipped up and was dreaming. If he was, he didn’t even care. It left him mesmerized as an unknown feeling swelled in his chest.
Taking the order, the customer thanked him with a voice that seared into his brain. There was a quick, heavenly smile before the strange began to leave.
He wanted to reach out, to shout, to say something, to do literally anything looked at a second time. But he just stood there until Kalim bumped into him, nearly dropping the next few orders on the ground. And when Silver lifted his gaze once again, the angel was gone.
From that moment on, Silver’s thoughts were repeatedly intruded on. He frequently caught himself wondering about likes and dislikes and how one might handle different situations. There were definitely admissions of his descent into insanity. Then he began to daydream, which quickly devolved to full on dreams. Most often, those dreams were fleeting, simple little incidents, but the best ones were the ones like he just had—where he was entirely in over his head and happy to be so. Actively encouraging him to slip into dreamland, it did not help him with his sleep problems.
“Silver! Snap out of it!”
Flinching back to reality, Silver’s eyes blinked, staring back at him. He’d done well to get so far into donning the uniform gifted for the occasion, but Silver was still not ready. He’d done it again.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, buckling the belt around his waist.
“What’s gotten into you?” Sebek huffs. “I swear your air-headed nature has gotten worse lately.”
Not exactly sure how to go about this discussion, let alone with Sebek of all people, Silver directs his attention to his boots. “It’s nothing.”
“Well quit daydreaming and finished getting dressed. We can’t keep Malleus waiting for even a second.”
“Right.”
It’s a struggle, but Silver keeps focused long enough to dress, meet up with the others, and offer their welcome gift to the Nobel Bell College for hosting this social. Still, his head keeps wandering to the clouds and his schoolmates keep recalling him from his thoughts. Yet his hearing hyper focuses when a particular song begins to play.
Silver’s attachment to the melody stems from his exposure to it as a child. It was one of the few songs Lilia didn’t scream at him to lull him to sleep and it simply became a source of comfort. It’s the one that fills his dreams and, left to his own devices, it immediately begins to take his mind away.
Into his vision strides his angel, peering up at him with eyes he’ll never forget. A reverent bow is all the exchange the pair needs before stepping out onto the dance floor. Their gentle sway sends them into their own little world of solace, still as perfect as he imagined. He’s utterly consumed, lost to his fantasy and there’s nothing he wouldn’t give to drift forever in this moment of bliss.
Just as his heart begins to convince him to lean a little closer, a flicker of red draws his eyes. It morphs into the shape of Jamil, dancing with Riddle. Confused, he dares to let his gaze venture beyond, sighting Ruggie and Idia and the other Night Raven College students among the dancing figures.
That’s right.
He’s at the Nobel Bell College.
At the ball.
But then that means…
Peering at his dance partner, the young man now sees the silver mask concealing that face. Even so, he knows those eyes.
The music stops. Without breaking the mood, his partner smiles and bows once again in gratitude. However, his conflict must be visible.
“Are you okay?”
That voice pierces his heart. Despite the wound, it now pounds in his chest. A hand, terrified to destroy the delusion, reaches out. There’s some uncertainty and his hand recoils while he stumbles to regain his manners.
“May I?” It’s incredible that the quiver in his breath keeps from his voice.
Rightful hesitance takes a moment before a gracious nod acquiesces. Dancing fingers delicately trace the mask as if reality might shatter. His breath hitches in his chest as he reveals the face he’s been obsessively dreaming about for months.
Standing here, Silver doesn’t know what to do. Part of him wants to scream while another part wants to hug as if his life depends on it and a distant third part of him might just pass out. He never thought he’d see his angel again so it never occurred to him how their meeting might go.
He never does figure out what to do though before careful fingers slide the mask from his face. He blinks, now just as exposed.
That curious expression studies his face, some hint of recognition sparking in those eyes.
“Have we met before?”
His chest fit to burst, Silver smiles.
“Once upon a dream.”
#gender neutral reader#twst silver#twisted wonderland silver#silver x reader#silver#probably overdone
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The actor Lou Gossett Jr, who has died aged 87, is best known for his performance in An Officer and A Gentleman (1982) as Gunnery Sergeant Emil Foley, whose tough training transforms recruit Richard Gere into the man of the film’s title. He was the first black winner of an Academy Award for best supporting actor, and only the third black actor (after Hattie McDaniel and Sidney Poitier) to take home any Oscar.
The director, Taylor Hackford, said he cast Gossett in a role written for a white actor, following a familiar Hollywood trope played by John Wayne, Burt Lancaster, Victor McLaglen or R Lee Ermey, because while researching he realised the tension of “black enlisted men having make-or-break control over whether white college graduates would become officers”. Gossett had already won an Emmy award playing a different sort of mentor, the slave Fiddler who teaches Kunta Kinte the ropes in Roots (1977), but he was still a relatively unknown 46-year-old when he got his breakthrough role, despite a long history of success on stage and in music as well as on screen.
Born in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, Louis was the son of Helen (nee Wray), a nurse, and Louis Sr, a porter. As a child he suffered from polio, but became a high school athlete before a basketball injury led to his joining the drama club. His teacher encouraged him to audition professionally, and at 17 he was on Broadway playing a troubled child in Take a Giant Step, which won him a Donaldson award for best newcomer.
He won a drama scholarship to New York University, but continued working, in The Desk Set (1955), and made his television debut in two episodes of the NBC anthology show The Big Story. In 1959 he was cast with Poitier and Ruby Dee in Raisin in the Sun, and made his film debut reprising his role in 1961. On Broadway that year he played in Jean Genet’s The Blacks, in an all-star cast with James Earl Jones, Cicely Tyson, Roscoe Lee Brown, Godfrey Cambridge and a young Maya Angelou; it was the decade’s longest-running show.
Gossett was also active in the Greenwich Village folk music scene. He released his first single Hooka Dooka, Green Green in 1964, followed by See See Rider, and co-wrote the anti-war hit Handsome Johnny with Richie Havens. In 1967 he released another single, a drums and horns version of Pete Seeger’s anti-war hymn Where Have All the Flowers Gone. He was in the gospel musical Tambourines to Glory (1963) and in producer Mike Todd’s America, Be Seated at the 1964 New York World’s Fair.
His plays became more limited: The Zulu and the Zayda and My Sweet Charlie; the very short run of Carry Me Back to Morningside Heights, in which he played a black man owning a white slave; and a revival of Golden Boy (1964), with Sammy Davis Jr. His final Broadway part was as the murdered Congolese leader Patrice Lamumba, in Conor Cruise O’Brien’s Murderous Angels (1971). Gossett had played roles in New York-set TV series such as The Naked City, but he began to make a mark in Hollywood, despite LAPD officers having handcuffed him to a tree, on “suspicion”, in 1966.
On TV he starred in The Young Rebels (1970-71) set in the American revolution. In film, he was good as a desperate tenant in Hal Ashby’s Landlord (1970) and brilliant with James Garner in Skin Game (1971), taking part in a con trick in which Garner sells him repeatedly into slavery then helps him to escape.
In 1977, alongside Roots, he attracted attention as a memorable villain in Peter Yates’s hit The Deep, and got artistic revenge on the LAPD in Robert Aldrich’s The Choirboys. The TV movie of The Lazarus Syndrome (1979) became a series in which Gossett played a realistic hospital chief of staff set against an idealistic younger doctor. He played the black baseball star Satchel Paige in the TV movie Don’t Look Back (1981); years later he had a small part as another Negro League star, Cool Papa Bell, in The Perfect Game (2009).
After his Oscar, he played another assassinated African leader, in the TV mini-series Sadat, reportedly approved for the role by Anwar Sadat’s widow Jihan. Though he remained a busy working actor, good starring roles in major productions eluded him, as producers fell back on his drill sergeant image. He was Colonel “Chappy” Sinclair in Iron Eagle (1986) and its three dismal sequels.
But in 1989 he starred in Dick Wolf’s TV series Gideon Oliver, as an anthropology professor solving crimes in New York. And he won a best supporting actor Golden Globe for his role in the TV movie The Josephine Baker Story (1991). He revisited the stage in the film adaptation of Sam Shepard’s Curse of the Starving Class (1994).
Gossett twice received the NAACP’s Image Award, and another Emmy for producing a children’s special, In His Father’s Shoes (1997). In 2006 he founded the Eracism Foundation, providing programmes to foster “cultural diversity, historical enrichment and anti-violence initiatives”. Despite an illness eventually linked to toxic mould in his Santa Monica home, he kept working with a recurring part in Stargate SG-1 (2005-06). A diagnosis of prostate cancer in 2010 hardly slowed him down.
Most recently, he played Will “Hooded Justice” Reeves in the TV series Watchmen (2019), in the series Kingdom Business, about the gospel music industry, and in the 2023 musical remake of The Color Purple.
His first marriage, to Hattie Glascoe, in 1967, was annulled after five months; his second, to Christina Mangosing, lasted for two years from 1973; and his third, to Cyndi (Cynthia) James, from 1987 to 1992. He is survived by two sons, Satie, from his second marriage, and Sharron, from his third.
🔔 Louis Cameron Gossett Jr, actor, born 27 May 1936; died 28 March 2024
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Johnny Mathis (1935-) solo
Songs: "The Twelfth of Never," "Misty"
Defeated Opponents: Peter Gabriel, John Oates
Propaganda: none
Mickey Finn (1947-2003) T. Rex - percussion
Songs: "Mambo Sun," "Ride a White Swan"
Defeated Opponents: John Cale, Richie Havens
Propaganda: none
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2023 Books Read
Our Wives Under the Sea - Julia Armfield (Dec 31-Jan 2)
See You Yesterday - Rachel Lynn Solomon (Jan 2-Jan 3)
All Dressed Up - Jilly Gagnon (Jan 4)
She Gets the Girl - Rachael Lippincott & Alyson Derrick (Jan 5-Jan 6)
Ready Player One - Ernest Cline (Jan 6-Jan 10)
Jamaica Inn - Daphne Du Maurier (Jan 10-Jan 13)
Greywaren - Maggie Stiefvater (Jan 14-Jan 16)
The Ballad of Never After - Stephanie Garber (Jan 17-Jan 22)
By the Book - Jasmine Guillory (Jan 22-Jan 24)
Portrait of a Thief - Grace D Li (Jan 25-Feb 4)
Pride and Prejudice (reread, audiobook) - Jane Austen (Jan 31-Feb 6)
Macbeth (reread) - William Shakespeare (Feb 6-Feb 10)
Normal People - Sally Rooney (Feb 18-Feb 22)
All the Dangerous Things - Stacy Willingham (Feb 23-Feb 25)
The Diary of Mary Berg - Mary Berg (Feb 17-Feb 27)
The Witch Haven - Sasha Peyton Smith (Mar 4-Mar 11)
Americanah - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Feb 26-Mar 12)
The Witch Hunt - Sasha Peyton Smith (Mar 19-Mar 22)
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The Mysterious Affair at Styles - Agatha Christie (Mar 25-Mar 29)
Last Violent Call - Chloe Gong (Mar 30-Apr 1)
Beartown - Fredrik Backman (Apr 1-Apr 4)
People We Meet on Vacation (reread) - Emily Henry (Apr 5-Apr 7)
Notes on an Execution - Danya Kukafka (Apr 8)
Kiss Her Once For Me - Alison Cochran (Apr 8-Apr 10)
If You Could See the Sun - Ann Liang (Apr 11-Apr 15)
Murder at the Vicarage - Agatha Christie (Apr 15-Apr 19)
The Appeal - Janice Hallett (Apr 19-Apr 20)
The Black Spider - Jeremias Gotthelf (Apr 20)
Molly of the Mall - Heidi L.M. Jacobs (Apr 21-Apr 22)
The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein - Kiersten White (April 23-Apr 25)
Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen (April 26-Apr 28)
Happy Place - Emily Henry (Apr 29)
Us Against You - Fredrik Backman (Apr 30-May 3)
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Meet Me at the Lake - Carley Fortune (May 11-May 12)
Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell (May 12-May 19)
Anne of Green Gables (reread) - L.M. Montgomery (May 19-May 22)
Anne of Avonlea (reread) - L.M. Montgomery (May 24-May 26)
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The Winners - Fredrik Backman (June 2-June 6)
Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier (June 7-June 8)
Peril at End House - Agatha Christie (June 9)
The Many Lives and Secret Sorrows of Josephine B (reread) - Sandra Gulland (June 11-June 12)
Tales of Passion Tales of Woe - Sandra Gulland (June 13-June 14)
The Last Great Dance on Earth - Sandra Gulland (June 14-June 15)
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Begin Again - Emma Lord (Aug 6-Aug 8)
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419 - Will Ferguson (Aug 16-Aug 19)
Harlem Shuffle - Colson Whitehead (Aug 21-Aug 24)
Ballet Shoes (reread) - Noel Streatfeild (Aug 25-Aug 26)
Songs for the Missing - Stewart O’Nan (Aug 28-Aug 31)
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I’ve Got Your Number - Sophie Kinsella (Sept 2)
The Adult - Bronwyn Fischer (Sept 3)
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The Day of the Jackal - Frederick Forsyth (Dec 24-Dec 25)
Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries - Heather Fawcett (Dec 25-Dec 27)
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The western shores of Middle-earth have never been silent.
Where the might of Ulmo and the temper of Ossë his servant meet the white sand of long beaches and weathered-down rock, tumult is bound to brew. Fierce storms beat against the land and biting winds howl through the scattered trees, and even when the sky is fair and the sun bright the lapping waves come in harsh whispers with the tide, breaking the stillness of the air with their song.
The elves of Mithlond bask in the favour of Ulmo, their white ships gliding like swans across the mirror-clear water of the Gulf of Lune, yet further to the south lies the wilderness of untamed land where none wish to dwell, and though the eyes of Ulmo miss nothing so close to the lip of the seas they are often turned away from those beaches.
There, along the foamy waves and crying seagulls, a lone figure walks barefoot across the fine sand, clad in shining white which glows like stars beneath the lowering sun. The Grey Havens are long sunken into the horizon, but the figure walks on, unbothered by the vastness of the unending sea and the wide shore.
Galadriel pauses among a gathering of large stones. A bold wave crashes against their smooth surface, spraying her cloak and dress with cold salt water that clings to the fabric in droplets. She lowers herself on the nearest boulder and tilts her head back towards the warmth of the sun, closing her eyes, and seems then as one carved of rock by impossibly skilled hands.
The sunset casts its red glow over the water and lengthens her shadow, and a trembling chill descends over her skin, seeping through her clothes—yet she moves not until night has properly fallen and the sky comes alive with twinkling starlight.
Gil-Estel rises steadily, its rays piercing through clouds and putting the moonlight to shame, and Galadriel smiles, lifting her hand in greeting.
The night passes slowly but surely. The gulls are long gone and the light of the moon is briefly obscured by a passing cloud that darkens with the promise of rain, but Galadriel knows it will not reach her this night.
Nenya rests heavily on her left ring finger, dead to the world.
It is well past midnight when a light breeze caresses her golden hair, carrying with it the faint scent of smoke and a distant, melancholic murmur that can only be a song.
Galadriel rises and follows her ears, her feet gliding noiselessly over the sand, and soon enough her sharp eyes spot a patch of trees just up ahead, the crowns of their branches reaching up to grab at the stars. She strides towards them and around, and comes upon a well-trodden path weaving through the worn trunks.
The melody drifts languidly from somewhere ahead, wordless but sorrowful and much closer than before.
She follows the path.
Sand turns to dusty earth as she walks and the wood is utterly still around her safe for the song; it is a single voice, melodious and clear and nearly trembling with suppressed Power, and achingly familiar.
At last she stops when the path gives way to a clearing bathed in cloudless moonlight. There is a campfire burning low in the middle and about it are strewn a few objects—an old and faded leather bag, a wooden harp fit for travelling, recently carved, a long sword safely sheathed in a black scabbard, its hilt gleaming ruby-red in the firelight, and a pair of used boots. Galadriel's elven eyes pierce through the shadows of the trees, and there she spots him, far from his belongings.
He is barefoot, wearing nothing but salvaged rags, but an elven cloak drapes over his shoulders, clasped over his heart with a silver pin. He is leaning back against the roots of an aged tree, his eyes closed, and from his mouth flow forth perfectly harmonised notes of misery and solitude that seem to make the stars themselves weep.
There is a wet sheen to his cheeks, as though he has been crying.
Galadriel knows he feels the weight of her gaze on him when his eyes flutter open, and his enchanting voice peters out like a deep sigh, resigned. He looks at the moon first, who shines coldly back at him, before he drags his eyes to her and meets her stare.
It has been two Ages of the world since Galadriel last saw eyes glimmering with Treelight apart from those of her reflection. She sees them now, a pale grey burdened by regret and outlined by dark circles, glorious still with the radiance of Telperion and Laurelin caught within their irises. She sees in her mind's eye a vision of her childhood, at the time of the mingling, a white city upon a green hill bordered with silver and gold.
He is staring through her, not seeing her at all.
"Makalaurë," she says, and her voice breaks the silence like the shattering of glass.
Maglor's eyes sharpen into startling clarity. He beholds her in her white garments, standing tall and proud under a halo of moonlight, her eyes like diamonds and her hair like golden thread, and his face contorts into something not unlike terror.
"Artanis," he breathes, barely above a whisper, as though he has forgotten the weight of her name upon his tongue.
Galadriel stands, unmoving. Maglor holds her gaze like a rabbit caught beneath the hungry eyes of a wolf, unblinking and barely breathing, until she takes pity on him.
"Cousin," she says, "Long has it been since we have spoken, and longer still since the days of old when we walked together beneath the Two Trees in the bliss of Valinor."
Maglor continues to stare, eyes wide and frightened, and Galadriel is almost amused by his cowardice, for in its place was once nothing but snobbish pride.
"Peace, Makalaurë," she says, deliberately slow, and here she smiles, "I am no herald of the Valar come to cast judgement upon you."
Maglor, at last, blinks.
"Artanis," he says once again, and Galadriel sees the fight drain out of him as if it was never there. She sees in him the same tired longing that has taken hold of her, and as the moon shifts she notices that he is pale and gaunt, like a weak shadow.
He is fading, she knows, and she cannot bring herself to feel anything but weariness.
"Come into the light," she says. A command, not a request.
Maglor obeys, rising to his feet and shuffling forward until they are both standing beneath the glittering stars. There is nothing in his face except the acceptance of one who lies under a powerful and inescapable Doom of his own making.
Galadriel cannot muster any vitriol.
"Give me your hands."
Maglor stares at her, uncomprehending, but holds out his hands dutifully. Galadriel clasps them in her own, feels the callouses of time and war on his once-delicate fingers, feels the uneven skin left behind after a severe burn on the palm of his right hand.
Galadriel looks him in the eye and Sees. Maglor's eyes widen, and his hands tremble, but he lets her in, opens his mind like a book so old it has begun to fall apart. She flicks through its pages with an impassive eye and finds nearly nothing but pain and loneliness and cloying, all-consuming regret, until—
There. It is tucked away in a corner, buried under ancient memories and sharp emotions, the blackened remnant of an oath sworn before Eru in a terrible, cruel moment of wrath and grief. It stirs at her approach, stains everything it touches like spilled ink as it reaches for her with outstretched claws darker than the night. It is an ugly thing, a leech on her cousin's mind that has consumed his every waking moment for millennia.
Yet Galadriel is not him, and she is wiser than she has ever been and powerful in her own right. She sees the truth behind Maglor's monstrous nightmare: the Oath of Fëanor is nothing more than a shriveled shade clinging desperately to the misery of the last person alive who still upholds it. It has no strength of its own.
Galadriel suspects it stopped having any strength at all the moment Maglor cast his father's Silmaril into the sea.
She tightens her hold on his hands and floods his mind with brilliant, wondrous light, banishing the shadows and burning their woven webs to ash through the sheer power of her will.
Maglor, who she suspects has long forgotten the touch of another mind against his, lets out a startled cry and falls to his knees before her. He gasps for exactly one breath before he throws his head back and begins to howl, a hoarse and desperate scream.
Galadriel feels the shrill hissing of the oath as the light crashes against it, feels its feeble attempts at fighting back. Feels it crumble under her might like dust in the wind. Feels the very moment when Maglor stops screaming, the bemused silence that overtakes his mind.
And then foreign feelings begin to bloom where once there was only anguish. Apprehension, at first, followed by disbelief, followed by fragile wonder—
Galadriel lets go. She comes back to the steady burning of the campfire and the immovable light of the stars. Maglor is looking up at her as though she is indeed a herald of the Valar who has just bestowed a miracle upon him, and his lips are parted in astonishment and there are fresh tears on his lashes.
Her lips twitch into a smile. She feels no more tired than before. "Rise, cousin," she says.
"How—"
"I did nothing that you could not have done yourself," she answers.
Maglor swallows. "We swore." His voice quivers. "We swore before Manwë and Varda and Ilúvatar himself. How have you the power to break such an oath?"
"I have none," she says patiently, helping him to his feet, "It was broken long ago, when you willingly parted with the jewel you swore to hoard. I have seen it in your mind—what you have clung to all these years was an illusion born of pain, a punishment unto yourself that you chose."
"But—"
"We are forgiven, Makalaurë," Galadriel interrupts him, and continues when he goes quiet, "We were forgiven a long time ago. The way into the West is open to us. The time of the Eldar on these shores is spent, and there is a place for you on the White Ship which will take us home."
Maglor is already shaking his head. "No, it cannot be—the Doom—" He shakes his head harder. "You are mistaken, Artanis. I have elven blood on my hands."
"So do I."
"I have done great evil," Maglor barrels on, "I have slain kin, maidens and children and friends alike. There is no ship for me, and I will find no mercy in the West. The Everlasting Darkness is my only fate."
Galadriel's gaze turns to ice. "You have spent two Ages of the world inflicting this exile upon yourself. No more."
Her voice carries the weight of a great leader, and on her finger Nenya almost seems to glow again.
"Perhaps you are right," she says, to Maglor's visible shock, "And perhaps you are not. You will find it matters little, when I have made my inentions quite clear. You will come with me of your own accord, or I shall drag you bodily to the Havens and tie you to the mast of the ship."
Maglor stares, bewildered. A single tear rolls down to his chin.
"Why?" he rasps, "Why would you offer me this, when we have never been close? You resented us all after Alqualondë, rightfully so. Why now, after all these years?"
Galadriel takes a deep breath. "I have a daughter," she says, once again startling Maglor into silence, "She sailed West many centuries ago. Had I chosen the same path as you, we would have been parted until the remaking of the world, and the pain of losing a child is not something I would wish upon any parent."
She thinks of red curls and dark skin and deliberately projects a vision of an artist's workshop at the heart of Tirion into Maglor's mind.
"Perhaps you deserve this, but your mother does not."
It takes Maglor three stuttering breaths and significantly wetter cheeks to find his voice again. "You are not doing this for my mother's sake alone, Artanis," he says.
Galadriel inclines her head elegantly. "No, I am not," she says, then, "I am weary, Makalaurë. I am weary of partings and loss. The sea calls to me, as I know it does to you, and I long for home. You are the last of my family of old upon this shore and I will not suffer another permanent parting."
"Permanent?"
Galadriel's smile is bittersweet. "Of all my brothers there is at least one I shall not see again, and the same can be said of my cousins." She looks up at the stars in prayer. "My granddaughter has chosen the way of Lúthien and my grandsons are sure to follow. I have lost much, and I am weary, and as long as it is within my power to save someone with whom I share blood I will do it."
Maglor stares, wide-eyed, mouths 'the way of Lúthien' back at her, and Galadriel knows she will have to say it for him to believe it.
"My daughter is wed to Elrond," she says, watching with satisfaction as he chokes on nothing.
"Elrond..." he says, so quietly it could pass as a whisper, and she finally hears the longing in his voice, mingled with disbelief and something almost like pride.
"He has never told me so, but I know that he and I are of the same mind in this," she says, "You raised him, cousin, and you raised him well. You are his blood only distantly, but you are family, and he has missed you all the same."
It is enough for Maglor to break. Galadriel catches him before he can fall and holds him upright as he drops his head in his hands and sobs, shoulders hitching with every painful gasp, and they remain so for what could be hours, Maglor's cries the only noise disturbing the peaceful night.
When his tears are spent he pulls away, wiping at his eyes with the frayed ends of his sleeves. Then he seats himself by the dying fire to coax it gently back to life, making room for her by his side.
"Tell me about your daughter?"
Galadriel smiles, sits down next to him, and does just so. She tells him of everything he has missed since the War of Wrath in great detail, of how the Age of Men crept upon them until their power dwindled and was dispelled at last. She tells him of Celebrimbor's legacy, shows him Nenya, and offers him a delicately embroidered handkerchief when he bursts into tears once more.
She tells him much and leaves out little, and the moon begins its descent into the horizon, the stars winking out one by one until only Gil-Estel remains, burning with white fire as it swerves into the sea.
When dawn begins to lighten the clearing, Galadriel stands. She watches, wordlessly, as Maglor gathers his scattered belongings and puts out the fire, and then turns down the worn path that led her there expecting him to follow.
They emerge onto a fine strip of beach lit by the glare of the rising sun. The waves rise and fall with the wind, golden and red and burnt orange, and the sand beneath their bare feet glistens like gems. Seagulls are already circling above their heads, crying out to them in joyous greeting.
After a moment of walking, Galadriel looks back.
Bathed in the sunrise, Maglor ought to look like a wraith, sickly and half-gone—yet there is colour in his cheeks, and his elven cloak billows in the wind in such a way that it hides his rugged clothing, and his black curls gleam like cut obsidian. His grey eyes are shielded against the light of the sun, but the brilliance of Laurelin still within them rejoices, and his smile is wide and dazzlingly free.
He meets her eyes and inclines his head in gratitude, and that is all Galadriel needs. She holds out his hand. He takes it. The skin of his palm is neither smooth nor soft.
"Come," she says, "Let us go home."
FIN.
#writing#my_writing#silmarillion#the silmarillion#lotr#lord of the rings#fanfiction#fanfic#silm fic#lotr fic#galadriel#maglor#I posted this on Ao3 but it didn't get much attention so...#let's see if I can get some comments here#insanely proud of this one
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Top 5 Albums In The Year Of Our Lord 2023
1. Ryuichi Sakamoto - 12
2. Buggin’ - Concrete Cowboys
3. Aesop Rock - Integrated Tech Solutions
4. Bell Witch - Future’s Shadow Part 1: The Clandestine Shadow
5. Zulu - A New Tomorrow
Honorable Mentions:
The Album Leaf - Future Falling // Amen Seat – Amen Seat // Andre 3000– New Blue Sun // Angel Dust – Brand New Soul // Aphex Twin – Blackbox Life Recorder 21f / In A Room7 F760 // Baroness – Stone // BB Bomb – Practice Songs-Lesson Three // Billy Woods & Kenny Segal – Maps // Black Matter Device – Buckshot Mouthwash/Mr. Uncomfortable // Blonde Redhead – Sit Down For Dinner // Boris/Uniform – Bright New Disease // The Bouncing Souls – Ten Stories High // Boygenius – The Record // The Callous Daoboys – God Smiles On The Callous Daoboys // Chat Pile/Nerver – Brothers In Christ // Clementine Valentine – The Coin That Broke The Fountain Floor // C.LS.M. – Infinity Shit // George Cosby – Talk // Covet – Catharsis // Deserve To Die – Deserve To Die // Dorthia Cottrell – Death Folk Country // Arnold Dreyblatt – Resolve // Ex Pilots – Ex Pilots // Explosions In The Sky – End // Felony For Existing – Felony For Existing // Fews – Glass City // Fishbone – Fishbone // Flooding – Silhouette Machine // Fotocrime – Accelerated // Peter Gabriel – i/o // GLAM – The Color, The Dark // Gridlink – Coronet Juniper // Headcheese – Expired // The HIRS Collective – We’re Still Here // The Hope Conspiracy – Confusion/Chaos/Misery // Khanate – To Be Cruel // Kilamanzego – Black Weirdo // Killer Mike – Michael // Kitba – Kitba // Lamp Of Murmuur – Saturnian Bloodstorm // Lankum – False Lankum // Kali Malone – Does Spring Hides Its Joy // Mary Lattimore – Goodbye, Hotel Arkada // Lucy Camp – Smores Vol. 1 // Lunar Creature – Lunar Creature // Mile End – Promo 2023 // Mil-Spec – Marathon // Milledenials – The Peak Of Youth Life // Model/Actriz – Dogsbody // Mystic 100s – On A Micro Diet // Narrow Head – Moments Of Clarity // The Necks – Travel // New Found Glory – Make The Most Of It // New World Man – The Beast Is Back // Noname – Sundial // One Step Closer – Song For The Willow // Ostraca – Disaster // Oxbow – Love’s Holiday // Bill Orcutt – Jump On It // Misha Panilov – In Focus // Paramore – This Is Why // Parannoul – After The Magic // Pere Ubu – Trouble On A Big Beat Street // Perfect Angel At Heaven – Imploder // Pile – All Fiction // Planet On A Chain – Boxed In // Powers/Pulice/Rolin – Prism // Protomartyr – Formal Growth In The Desert // Pulsatile Tinnitus – The Finer Art Of Heartwork // Radiator Hospital – Can’t Make Any Promises / Watching A Fire // Rat Cage – Savage Visions // Restraining Order – Locked In Time // Ringworm – Seeing Through Fire // Olivia Rodrigo – Guts // Sadness – April Sunset // Sadness/Abriction – Sadness/Abriction // Sam Goldberg – Some Songs Are Sung // Screaming Females – Desire Pathways // Samuel Sharp – Consequential // Patrick Shiroishi – I Was Too Young To Hear Silence // Shonen Knife – Our Best Place // Shunkan – She Nods // Sigur Ros – Atta // Sincere Engineer – Cheap Grills // Slant – Demo 2023 // Sophia Chablau e Uma Enore Pedre de Tempo – Musicia do Esquencimento // Spellling – Spellling & The Mystery School // Spirit Of Hamlet – Northwest Of Hamuretto // Spirit Of The Beehive – I’m So Lucky // Spy – Satisfaction // Marnie Stern – The Comeback Kid // Sunbear – Enjoy! // Suzie True – Sentimental Scum // Swiss Army Wife – Medium Gnarly // The Tallest Man On Earth – Henry St. // Teke::Teke – Hagata // Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 – These Things Remain Unassigned // TLOOTH – Wet // Unwed Sailor – Mute The Charm // Usurp Synapse – A Vile Contamina // Vivat Virtute – Hold Music // Widowdusk – I Know Where We’re At, Not Where We’re Going // Will Haven – VII // Witch Prophet – Gateway Experience
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Masterlist
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Loki X Stark!M!Reader
Silver and Gold
Declaration of Love
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Peter Parker
Thor
Cod
John Price
Don’t Leave
Captain Price headcannons
Exhausted
A Hug That Feels Like a Safe Haven
Safe and Sound
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons
Icarus in Love
Found Family
Fading Voices Two
Golden Salvation two
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish
I’ve got you
Classic Rock
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
König
As Icarus Loved the Sun
König With a Short S/O
Sfw Alphabet With König
Alex Keller
Alex Keller Headcannons
Guidlines
What I won’t write
In depth smut (I’m just not good at it 💀)
Female reader.
Feminization of any sort. I.E: feminine pet names, pregnancy, female clothing etc…
A/B/O.
Age regression
Oc’s
In depth Domestic abuse
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For Science
Fandom: Spider-Man: No Way Home
Characters: Peter x3
Summary: The three Peters are talking about how much the spider bite changed them, and Peter admits it made him more ticklish.
A/N: Prompted by @allylin05 SO LONG AGO. I hope you like it!
Peter: Tom
Peter 2: Tobey
Peter 3: Andrew
Words: 900
“Did the bite change anything for you?” Peter asked, the three of them on his favorite rooftop after everything had been fixed and saved and salvaged. “More than the strength and stuff, I mean.”
“Oh, totally,” Peter 3 said. “It made my eyesight so much better. And my hearing? It’s nearly flawless, it’s amazing.”
“It fixed my eyesight too,” Peter 2 said. “Things also taste different now. That one was a bit annoying.”
“Really?” Peter let out a laugh. “I guess it fixed my hearing, but I didn’t really have any problems with it beforehand. It just made me hear impossible things now.”
“That makes sense.”
“It also made me, like, ten times as ticklish.”
“Really?” Peter 2 tilted his head. “It didn’t do that to me.”
Peter 3 shook his head. “Me neither.”
“Oh.” Peter felt his face heat up, something the bite hadn’t been able to stop from happening. “Well, forget I said something.”
“No, wait, this is interesting.” Peter 2 straightened where he was sitting against the wall. “We seem to share most things, but not all. Why’s that?”
The rooftop was chilly, the sun having hidden behind the city and the wind having replaced its presence. They’d been refusing to move, finding peace in Peter’s haven, but he suddenly felt a timidness wash over him that he hadn’t felt in a while, and the secludedness of the place didn’t help. It felt intimate, in a way; something you shared with friends. The other Peters were definitely his friends, but he was reminded of how little they actually knew about each other.
He tried to keep his gaze at them, but the way Peter 3’s lips curved upward, the way Peter 2 was still observing him as if he was the most interesting thing in the world, made his courage fail him and he had to avert his gaze.
They didn’t know what he liked. They weren’t Ned or MJ, who would know to not tease him without actually tickling him. This was worse. This was innocence and curiosity mixed together, and Peter wasn’t sure his face wouldn’t give him away.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Up until now I didn’t know other Spider-Men existed.”
“Fair enough.”
“Wait, wait,” Peter 3 suddenly said. “How ticklish were you before?”
“Uh.”
“Oh, you’re blushing.” His grin when Peter looked back, so easy to coax out of him, made an appearance. “That’s cute, but that’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I can’t help it,” Peter groaned, covering his face as Peter 3 laughed.
“I take it that you were quite ticklish,” Peter 2 said. “That could explain it.”
“Wait, how ticklish is ten times as ticklish?”
“Please stop.” Peter held up his hands. “Or I’m going to literally die right here.”
“That’d be a bit annoying, wouldn’t it?” But Peter 3 leaned back, a visible retreat. “I’ll make sure to add that to my list of what I know of you. Number three: don’t tease Peter about how ticklish he is.”
“What are the other two?” Peter 2 asked, so casual about all of this that Peter felt dizzy.
“Well, number one is that he’s apparently also Peter Parker.” Peter 3’s grin melted into a smirk. “And number two is that he’s apparently very ticklish.”
“Oh, come on.”
“I feel like number four should be what your proper laugh sounds like.”
Peter didn’t move even when they both scooted closer to him, sitting cross-legged on both of his sides. “Please forget I said anything.”
“Oh, but this is a scientific experiment,” Peter 3 said. “We gotta find out why you’re apparently ten times as ticklish.”
“I just have a question,” Peter 2 said. “How often do you get tickled to find this out in the first place?��
“Uh.”
“Often?”
Peter covered his face again. “Quite often I guess.”
“Okay, that’s all I needed to know. You know, for science.”
Peter 3 grabbed his knee. “For science,” he said and squeezed.
It was all a bit of a blur after that.
Peter’s laughter was quick to pour out of his mouth. That much he knew. At some point he fell to the side and Peter 2’s surprisingly nimble fingers decided to attack his lower back, which made him squeal. Peter 3 wouldn’t let that sound go, once they were done with him.
But before that there was Peter squirming without getting away, his knees rising without breaking the cross-legged position, and his hands flailing without protecting him much. He could hear the other two cooing, laughing, maybe teasing, between his giggles, and while he knew he would never live this down he also kind of enjoyed it all the same.
“It’s safe to say we should keep this a secret from bad guys,” Peter 2 said once they’d let him breathe freely again, grinning down at his curled up body on the roof. “And try to keep you from getting another spider bite because I’m not sure your body would handle getting more sensitive.”
Peter groaned. “Please stop.”
Peter 3 poked his leg. “Hey, at least I can add a fifth thing to my list now. Doesn’t fight back.”
Peter sighed and rolled over onto his back. It was nearly entirely dark now, the sky littered with stars. His only witnesses. “I’m not gonna say it.”
Peter 3 ruffled his hair while Peter 2 chuckled. “And you don’t have to.”
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Prince of the Seas - Chapter 2
Oh yeah. I’m dumping 13 chapters on here today. It’s happening.
Pairing: Bucky x Ruby / Some Bucky x Killian
Summary: Things did not get better for Bucky Barnes after he and Sam had their adventure. They got worse. After years of living only through stolen moments of his own life, he is given a chance to build a life in a whole new world. The catch? That life is going to be a very, very long one.
This is the tale of the life built in the Realm that will one day be known as Misthaven, or the Enchanted Forest.
Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, suicidal thoughts, violence, Sexual content
With no regard to traffic laws, Bucky made it home in record time. He pulled up to his little townhouse, on it’s mostly quiet street, just as the sun began to set. He sat on his bike for a moment, just watching the colors in the sky over the trees. Tearing his eyes away, he pulled off his helmet and placed it delicately on the seat, careful it didn’t bounce off. He took the keys off the mangled kitty cat key chain Peter Parker’s great granddaughter had given him about ten years ago, and hung them on the hand break. He gave the bike one last pat then turned to cross the sidewalk.
His townhouse wasn’t very fancy, but it was still a huge upgrade from the closet of an apartment his first four handlers had allowed him. It was on the outskirts of New York City, in a decent enough neighborhood. It had a brick front, and even a small patch of fenced in back yard. He worked too much to use it for a dog or anything, but he was still able to make a simple garden work, considering the relative ease of watering on a timer. His simple home with it’s beautiful back yard full of flowers had been his only safe haven for the last fifty years.
He took the steps into the house three at a time, and let himself in, the proximity locks opening as he approached the thick oak door. He gently closed the door behind him and gave himself a moment to just look around. He breathed deeply the familiar smells of home as he looked at all the pictures on the walls. As a whole, his life had been overwhelmingly shit. First Hydra, then after only a few brief years of freedom, this whole new legal form of slavery invented just for him. The real kick to the balls was that if they had just asked him to be an Avenger, he would have. Despite all the years of torture, he had never wanted to die. There was so much he hadn’t had a chance to do yet. He had enough people he loved and happy memories to not want his world to end. The few good memories he did have, he treasured deeply, and kept them, like some old sentimental grandma, on his walls.
There was one of him and Steve in Wakanda before the whole thing with Thanos, Bucky laughing hysterically at how red Steve’s face was getting from eating something way too spicy. Steve kept trying to smile for the camera, even though he was also trying not to cough. Shuri had taken that photo. Next to that was a picture of Shuri herself, when he had gone back to Wakanda to replace his arm at one point. She had grown into a fine woman, her own daughter working to learn how to run the lab for the eventual day Shuri would retire. The three of them posed with silly strongman poses to show off the new design Shuri had made. She not only gave him the arm that day, but also the schematics, and a manual on how to create and install them. She said she was going to die someday, and he deserved the right to give a limb to anyone he deemed worthy. She had never made the tech in his arm public, considering his arm’s strength far too dangerous to give to just anyone. He had memorized it, then burned it, knowing his handlers would have eventually found it otherwise. Shuri had died only ten years after.
He slowly made his way down the hall, allowing these memories to stay on the surface of the ocean that was his mind. America Chaves standing triumphantly the very first time she was able to knock him on his ass, Peter Parker letting him hold his third kid the day she was born, Deadpool and him singing karaoke, and a dozen other silly little things. The hall transitioned to the dining room, and more memories jumped out at him. Loki pretending to be a snake again to stab Thor (a joke which never got old), Morgan Stark attempting and failing to out drink him, Phil Coulson’s daughter’s wedding. As the years went on, there were less and less of other people, and more of the Asguardians, until they left, then there was mostly just Loki. The picture of he and Loki fishing during some down time on a mission about a year ago was hanging just by the archway to his kitchen.
He sighed. The photo next to the one of him fishing was of Red Flare, aka, Richard. Bucky had called him Dick, and in returned been called Asshole. They hadn’t gotten along at first, like most of the more recent generations of Avengers. The entire rotation of the team tended to refresh about every ten years, either through retirement or death. Admittedly, death was more common. Like with Dick. The Avengers tended to have a pretty low life expectancy, with the only exceptions being the few titans who were just too damn hard to kill, or impossible, in Deadpool’s case. The rest tended to flash bright, then fade into the darkness and obscurity of that eternal slumber.
Bucky grabbed the picture of Dick from the wall and made his way into the kitchen. He stopped on entering, noticing a delicious smell. On his little breakfast bar was a steaming plate filled with steak, potatoes, and Brussels sprouts. It was a classic meal, and Loki always made fun of him for it, but it was his favorite. It was what his parents had made him the for dinner the night before he had been shipped out to basic, and it always made him think of them. There was a familiar golden envelope next to his plate, which he picked up as he sat down. He put the picture of Dick down so that he could look at it as he ate, and cracked open the envelope. The paper inside was filled with a familiar flowing script. Bucky didn’t need to read the sign at the end to know this had Loki written all over it.
James,
I hope you forgive me for not being there to support you during your hearing. Again. It is simply too barbaric to watch. I hate that you have to sit through them, almost as much as I hate sitting through them myself.
I know you like to be alone after these trials, so I have gone to New Asgard to visit my brother. I will tell him and Valkyrie you said hello.
I don’t feel the need to ask how it went, because I fear I already know. Their reluctance to free you honestly makes me wonder if they even remember how to, or if they truly are just that cruel. To be honest, if it weren’t for you, I would have lost all faith in your species some time ago. Thor has been hounding me to come home more often, but I am hesitant to leave you with that new crop of Avengers. They reek of incompetence. The last one with any brains was Dick, and ever since, none of them seem to be able to put two and two together, even to realize that they are being taken advantage of.
Despite your protests, I am using my time here to look through the magical libraries. I know you say you don’t want to waste my time, but I am quite determined to find a way to undo whatever spell Strange used to lock your chains. Bloody arrogant sod should have left a manual behind, like Shuri did. Instead, his carelessness left you bound to a task not of your choosing for the rest of your days.
AND… because I am such a great friend, I have even given you something you certainly will love. Magical armor. It’s just like mine. I left it in your bedroom. Once you put it on, it and your weapon will phase into existence upon your command forever more. I guess I should mention it is technically also a gift from Valkyrie, Thor, and the rest of Asgard, but it was mostly my idea. And my magic. We just wanted to make sure they don’t put you in something substandard AGAIN for some stupid budget cuts. Now, you can always be protected, as a man of your greatness deserves.
My friend, I know this is hard, but you will be free someday. When that day comes, you will be welcomed into your place in Asgard as the glorious warrior you are. You have long ago earned your place among the gods. Just know that your friends know that you deserve to be in a place that understands the sacrifices you have made, and where people will appreciate you for it.
I will be coming to see you soon,
Loki
He set the letter aside carefully after reading it through twice. Decades ago, he would have never guessed that Loki would become his favorite extra terrestrial, now he could almost not imagine his life without him. Loki had been with them ever since the time wars, and during that time they had grown a close friendship. They had a surprisingly similar sense of humor, and both were loyal to a fault. Neither of them trusted many people, but once they did, they would break mountains for them. They both also had a similar fighting style, or at least similar in the sense that they didn’t shed tears over the deaths of their enemies. Too many of the young ones still had guilt over the bad guys dying, while Loki and Bucky were able to find humor in the occasional delightfully ironic deaths they bestowed upon them. Loki was Bucky’s best friend, and admittedly, also his biggest friction point with the newer Avengers.
He looked between the letter and the photo of Dick, his brow furrowing as memories raced through his head. He cut a large bit of his steak and brought it slowly to his mouth, taking his time to smell it before letting it dance across his taste buds. He chewed slowly, the rare beef now qualifying easily as the second best experience of his day, just after that prosecutor. He looked at the photo while he chewed, letting the bittersweet beauty of the memory wash over him as he ate. As usual, every bite was glorious. A perfect meal, spent looking at two wonderful gifts given to him by people he truly cared about and respected.
When he finished his meal, he left his plate where it was and grabbed the letter and the photo and made his way back to the dining room. He hung the photo back in it’s place, careful to make sure it was straight, before taking one last look at it. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, and he was the only human who got to see it. Only Loki had stood by his side as they watched Dick’s final moments as he sacrificed himself to save his planet from thousands of destroyers in space. His power flared through the solar system, a phoenix of pure light, exploding his enemies into sparks of multicolor fire, until all they could see were the sparks of his power creating a path out into the galaxy. Bucky hadn’t even thought about snapping the picture, he had just done it. It had just seemed like the right thing to do. One more photo of something beautiful on his wall. Something which should never be forgotten. Dick’s power had been so much more than fire tricks, it had been a true marvel and wonder of pure magic. A purifying, unquenchable flame, directed by his very soul. Bucky felt honored and humbled to have witnessed the full majesty of such a display, even though it was through the death of his friend.
He had seen so many friends die over the years. Some, like Steve and Sam, had died peaceful deaths. He looked over to the shield still prominently displayed over his mantle as he walked by on his way through the living room to the stairs. Sam had given Bucky the shield the same way Steve had given it to him. Other deaths had been tragic, leaving barely a whisper that a life had even been lived. Like Yelena. As a spy, he only even had one picture of her. They were at Cony Island together, eating cotton candy. Like him, far too much of her life had been taken from her, and they had spent a good eight years dedicating as much time as possible to building new, happier memories. They hadn’t had much free time, but they had used it very wisely. Then, one day, she went out on a mission, only a pile of bloody rags and viscera came home. They buried her next to her sister, Natalia.
He remembered a conversation they had had many years ago, when he had first joined the Avengers after that clusterfuck with Sam had landed him in legal trouble. Yelena had told him that so long as even one person remembered her for her, she didn’t mind that the world only knew the Avenger, or the spy. Spies lived their lives in the shadows, but she wanted to live her life like her sister had. With a friend. He had happily become one of those friends, just as her words had become part of his soul. Ever since her death, he had done what he could to make sure he lived, so that he could remember.
He continued up the narrow stair and went back to his room. Just as Loki had said, his bed displayed a very nice set of armor. It was matte black leather, so dark it was almost hard to look at. The leather was thick and sturdy, but still very malleable. He had seen Loki’s armor in action enough times to know that this armor would easily stop most small arms fire, and would regenerate over time if it did take damage from something. Instead of a ridiculous helmet, there was a hood and a mask. It wasn’t entirely unlike his old Winter Soldier armor, but this was much higher quality. He stripped down to his boxers and a thin black t-shirt, and began to put on his armor. Ten minutes later, he admired himself in the mirror, moving in various ways to test the fit. Naturally, it fit perfectly. It was even comfortable.
He looked down to the slight bulge under the right boot where he knew his explosive device lie. He pursed his lips, then thought about his weapons. The bomb was certainly one, albeit one he would rather go without. His shield was definitely something he would like to keep, though it would be nice to have it recolored so it was a little less flashy. The rest weren’t really important.
He shook his head at the thought. All these years and everything he had done, all the blood he shed, and of all his prized possessions, and there were many, there wasn’t a single weapon. No matter how many people called him a monster, a killer, and any other number of horrible things, he had never actually enjoyed killing people. It had always just been a job, and his weapons nothing more than tools. He had never been sentimental over any weapon, same as a carpenter had likely never cared personally for an individual nail or staple.
He smiled softly as he went to his closet to get the black leather back holster for the shield. He buckled the straps into place, then looked at the entire ensemble in the mirror. It was impressive. He looked deadly, which was a good look for him. He put on the mask and raised the hood to get the full effect. He tilted his head and squinted. He would need to blacken his eyes for it to look right. Then he could really be a sneaky bastard. Or maybe just check all the boxes on his aesthetic, as Loki had accused him of many times. As if Loki were one to talk.
He chuckled to himself before his eyes again flickered down to the ankle bracelet.
He regretted nothing.
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The Other Evans Girl [Part Forty Seven]
Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]
Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans
Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair
Word Count: 7335
Rating: Mature
Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.
Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring // Sirius' Watch
Notes: Getting close to the end now but I will be doing some one off with what happens up to the end of the second war
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‘No, absolutely not. Not a chance,’ Lily said, barely looking up as she skimmed through the Daily Prophet, absorbing the angst and anguish of the day. Daisy sighed.
Since they had arrived back at school everything had felt rather dejected and bleak. The last of the summer sun had disappeared the first week in September, replaced by bitter winds and nipping cold, and the atmosphere in the castle wasn’t much better. After the initial thrill of being back in the castle a subdued atmosphere seemed to encompass all students. It could’ve been the onslaught of work that had gotten them down though it was more likely the continued reporting of horrible incidents that the Daily Prophet had finally caved to publishing after unending criticism from its readers. Every day felt like a new tragedy, a punch to the gut to go with your tea and toast. Sirius was particularly bad for monitoring it, as if he could read between the lines of what was published to find the truth. He scoured every page for a hint of Regulus or his family’s names becoming more morose as he found nothing. It was why he was so insistent on rebuilding the club. Daisy had been apprehensive when he’d mentioned it but he had assured her it would only be people they could fully trust though she could see it could be just them two and he’d be up for it. If only to feel like he was doing something. And so she’d agreed as had the others when they’d broached the subject at dinner, that was until Lily swung the hammer knocking it all to the ground.
‘Oh come on Lil!’ Daisy begged, seeing Sirius’ face fall as he stabbed his fork moodily into his steak pie. James dropped his gaze as did the others who’d started to agree the minute Sirius floated the idea at the dinner table.
‘No,’ Lily repeated firmly, ‘McGonagall said no so it’s a no.’
‘Dumbledore said yes,’ Sirius reasoned, his jaw set as he challenged the redhead.
‘He insinuated,’ Lily corrected.
‘You can get away with a lot on insinuation,’ James reasoned, receiving a glare from Lily though to everyone’s surprise he didn’t back down and agree with her. Instead he sighed and looked at Sirius, a reassuring expression on his face as she said, ‘okay what did he actually say, verbatim?’
‘That panicking people and preparing yourself is not the same thing,’ Sirius explained.
‘See!’ Lily said.
‘He didn’t say we shouldn’t be preparing ourselves,’ Sirius said hotly.
‘Yeah just that we shouldn’t be as careless,’ Daisy agreed.
‘You’re looking for excuses where there are none!’ Lily snapped.
‘And you’re missing the point,’ Sirius replied just as curtly, causing an uneasy tension from the group. James swallowed thickly, staring between the pair of them though their gaze never broke. As Daisy caught his eye he pleaded with her to intervene but she offered a minute shrug in response because she wasn’t on the fence about this one. Sirius was right. She may have been content to live in her bubble of ignorance over summer but dawdling through this year wasn’t going to help anyone.
‘I just don’t want anyone to get hurt,’ Lily said after a moment, glancing at her sister in a way that made Daisy’s stomach swirl with nerves. She hadn’t thought about that. Sure they’d been through the attack but they’d been shrouded in bliss for the last couple of months which made it all the easier to ignore the real world. It made it easier for Lily to push what had happened down inside her and carry on as normal instead of throwing herself into whatever emotions she was having like Daisy would. Emotions that seemed to engulf her as Sirius said, ‘you think I do?’
‘She didn’t say that,’ James said quietly.
‘No but what else would a Black want right,’ Sirius said through gritted teeth.
‘Mate,’ Remus said sympathetically though the argument didn’t break.
‘It’s just not going to be someone like you caught in the crossfire is it,’ Lily said, standing firm in her sentiments.
‘Lil!’ Daisy hissed but it was no use because Sirius had already stood up and climbed over the back of the bench and was storming out of the great hall. Even James seemed to be in a huff about her views, looking away from her as he started angrily eating his dinner.
Lily said nothing, taking a sip of her drink and ignoring the looks she was getting of which Daisy’s was particularly disdainful. Lily merely said, ‘you can look at me all you want but my answer isn’t going to change.’
‘Fine,’ Daisy said, standing up herself, ‘Dumbledore might not have said carry on protecting ourselves but he also didn’t say anything about pushing away the only wizards who are on our fucking side.’
And without another word Daisy strutted from the great hall, hoping she could find Sirius in less of a state she was feeling.
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Whilst the temperatures of the Scottish highlands dipped for everyone in the castle they were significantly lower for those in Gryffindor House as the rift between Lily and her friends didn’t patch up even as October descended. Sirius and Lily did not speak and though James and Daisy were slightly more lenient there was an obvious tension between everyone at every interaction.
The thing was Daisy understood how oblivious purebloods could be. She knew that once upon a time James and Sirius hadn’t even fathomed them suffering or being treated any differently because in their eyes muggleborns were as equal to them as anyone else. They wanted to help everyone and they were scared on their behalf, knowing that their pureblood status wouldn’t always shield their loved ones when it came down to it. That was why they wanted to know they could defend themselves. So, against her sister's wishes Daisy and Sirius had taken to practicing defensive spells and counter curses solo.
It was a nice break from revising and homework, not to mention just being the two of them meant they could escape the thick, tense air of the common room or library. Yet it made Daisy nervous, not that they would be caught but that should something happen, something bad, Daisy would be able to handle herself when her sister couldn’t. That thought made her shudder and so just like her sister she decided to avoid thinking about it instead of keeping it at the forefront of her mind.
Not that that was hard after all it wasn’t as though she didn’t have a ream of people she could worry about, Sirius being always at the top of the list. He had pretended that he didn’t care about Lily’s views. He had said he’d understood after all it was her that had gotten hurt in the attack thanks to their laxity but he didn’t agree with doing nothing. And even though he continued to shrug it off she could tell it was bothering him. Just as reading the paper did. Too moral to participate in whatever it was his family was up to, too pureblood to be seen as someone fighting for the right cause. It was as if he slipped through the cracks and Daisy was struggling to keep him from doing so.
Especially as she came down for breakfast the morning before his birthday and found him reading the prophet, as always, with a look that didn’t inspire confidence in her. She took her usual seat beside him, one that was now distanced from where James and Lily were sitting with Remus and Marlene as their buffer and squeezed his thigh as normal before she poured herself a cup of tea. He didn’t respond, too engrossed in the article.
‘What is it?’ she asked, glancing at the page though it was hard to distinguish what article from the bunch he was reading. Sirius pushed the paper towards her and pointed to the large section at the bottom, the headline scathing above it.
WELSH GIRL DEAD AFTER BRUTAL WEREWOLF ATTACK.
Daisy’s eyes dropped to the bit of text below it, trying to ignore the bile in her throat at the picture between the title and text as the face of the sweet girl, who could be no older than ten, beamed up at her.
Once again the ministry has reported a spate of werewolf attacks after the last full moon, one of which has led to the death of a young muggle girl. Though the ministry has yet to declare a list of those attacked it is believed that the current total stands at five victims, with four being maimed but not killed. Of course it is no surprise that these attacks have occurred given the growing tensions between werewolves and the wizarding community as laws and restrictions regarding the control of the population remain lax. One spokesperson for the ministry, who wishes to remain anonymous, said, ‘they have no control. The register is barely kept up to date and those who are on it are not well tracked. No one is safe at a full moon anymore.’
Daisy glanced at Remus who was watching her glumly, evidently already aware of the bile that they’d been pumping into the minds of the nation before they’d even had their porridge. It felt horrible because even if an anti muggleborn rhetoric was shared amongst the other side it was never put in print like this. She thought of Remus, kind, sweet, clever Remus who went through an atrocious ordeal every month being likened to these monsters. She understood that there were bad werewolves, there were bad wizards after all, but to slander all of them like this felt egregious. Especially when she thought of their future which was so close to starting. Would he be left on the starting block, his condition blacklisting him from the life they all deserved?
However Sirius wasn’t finished, he hadn’t even been pointing to the section she’d read rather the one further down which she looked back down to finish. It was a smaller piece, tucked right in the corner but the content was just as, if not more, worrisome.
INFLUX OF VAMPIRES FROM FRANCE
Following a raid on a nest in Norfolk the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures have arrested several vampires over concerns for maintaining the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. The recently relocated nest appeared in the county within the last month creating havoc with the locals of King’s Lynn as several young girls were taken from their homes before being returned with clear evidence of being fed upon. It is believed the group has recently immigrated from France, where Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans are less restrictive and therefore could be the source of the confusion amongst parties involved. It is not yet known whether the vampires in question will be allowed to stay in the country or be deported back to their homeland.
Daisy read and reread it trying to figure out how Sirius could think a nest of rogue vampires was worse than the vitriol about his own friend but as her face fell in confusion he picked the paper up and pointed to the crucial part of info she’d evidently missed.
‘Immigrated from France’
‘You don’t think?’ she said as the thought slotted into place like a jigsaw. Sirius shrugged though she could see the thoughts he had whirring behind his eyes, ‘maybe it’s just a coincidence.’
‘Dumbledore said France,’ Sirius said, pulling the paper from her hands and folding it until it dropped onto the table with a slap.
‘But why vampires?’ Daisy asked, unable to catch the thread of the yarn his mind was spinning, ‘they’re shunned by wizards aren’t they?’
‘Even lower on the totem pole than werewolves and muggleborns,’ Remus said from beside them, evidently listening in on their conversation, not that she minded all that much.
‘Exactly they don’t care about half breeds,’ Daisy said, wincing at the word as she looked at Remus’ face, ‘if they don’t see muggleborns as worthy vampires and werewolves won’t be, will they?’
‘No, but anti-government is anti-government,’ Sirius said, looking between the two of them.
‘Sirius is right. They’d be easy to manipulate given the way the ministry treats them it’s no surprise whatever Voldemort could promise them might be enticing. And even if he doesn’t care about them, they’re still powerful creatures,’ Remus said, chuckling as their faces went worried, ‘don’t worry I’m not going to run off and join them but I can understand why they’d make a move like that.’
‘Well even if that’s what they’re up to they’re not going to put a bloody sixteen-year-old on a task like that are they,’ Daisy said, hoping she was right.
‘But they’d trust my father with it. He has connections in France through the Lestranges, wouldn’t surprise me if he knows some vampires himself and if Regulus needed to prove himself after last term it wouldn’t be a far stretch,’ Sirius said grimly. With a sigh he grabbed his bag from the floor and said, ‘look I’m gonna go for a walk before lessons.’
‘Want me to come with?’ Daisy asked though she’d not managed to eat anything yet.
‘Nah, I’ll be fine,’ he said, not even bothering to try and convey to her that it was the truth though he did lean in and press a kiss to her temple, ‘see you later yeah?’
‘Yeah,’ Daisy said, watching him sadly as he got up and left the hall leaving a gap between her and Remus.
‘He’ll be alright,’ Remus said. Daisy frowned, ‘it’s just hard to be tarred with the same brush even though you’re on the right side.’
‘Yeah,’ Daisy muttered sadly.
As she turned back to her meal she caught Lily watching them though she turned her gaze straight back to her breakfast, a pink tinge on her cheeks. Daisy scowled and turned away. She loved her sister and she understood her to an extent but fighting between one another was getting them nowhere. If Voldemort could get his act together and use interspecies alliances to wreak havoc then eight seventh years should be able to do the same.
Just as Daisy predicted Sirius didn’t take the news from the morning well. He didn’t treat her any differently but he was more quiet and reserved all throughout their lessons which made them drag and by the end of the day she was almost bored to tears. Well she would’ve been if she hadn’t spent her potions lesson, one of her subjects without Sirius in her class, thinking about ways to cheer him up.
The first would be to get at least some normalcy back in his life. And if they couldn't stop the war from raging on maybe making his day less tense would help. One way to do that would be to get him and her sister back on talking terms but given the way Lily remained quiet all the way through their lesson, offering little more than polite requests for Daisy to pass something or move out of her way when needed, she doubted that was on the cards any time soon. She supposed she could talk to James, see if the was any way he could talk her round but when she had broached the subject during their walk between charms and muggle studies he had told her that he and Lily had opted not to discuss it, given he was on Sirius’ side, so she didn’t see that as happening either. The only other thing she could think of was doing something for his birthday. She’d already got him a present of course but celebrating the good things when everything seemed so drab felt right.
Which is why the moment he opened his eyes on his eighteenth birthday he found her sitting at the end of his bed, already fully dressed for school beaming at him as he stirred. She was the only one there, the others no doubt sent away by her so that they could have a moment alone which at that moment was the best present he could ask for even if he didn’t feel like celebrating all that much.
‘Happy Birthday,’ she smiled, rolling her eyes as he grumbled and flopped his head back, putting his arm across his eyes to block out the low winter sun, ‘oh no you don’t.’
‘Dais,’ he mumbled as she grabbed onto his arm and tugged, pulling him until he was sitting up.
‘I’ve got a present for you,’ she said, placing a small box in front of him. It was a simple brown thing, wrapped in a pretty red bow. Sirius eyed it curiously before he picked it up and pulled the ties until they fell to the bed allowing him to slide the lid off. Nestled in a cushion of red velvet was a key with a keyring attached, a small picture of her and him they’d gotten the day they’d gone to muggle London looking back at him behind the plastic.
‘What’s this, the key to your heart?’ Sirius ribbed, earning himself a shove.
‘It’s a key to the flat,’ she said, ‘I robbed it out of your room and had a copy made so we both have one.’
‘It’s nice,’ Sirius said, running his thumb along the picture of them, Daisy’s face radiantly looking at the lens whilst he was buried in the side of her face, kissing just below her ear. It had made her squeal in surprise hence the beaming smile.
‘I just thought that with you coming of age you'd want something sensible,’ she said.
‘Mmm,’ he said, smiling before he leaned in and kissed her.
‘And I figured I could give you your other present later,’ she said.
‘Other present?’ he asked suggestively.
‘Yeah, at your party,’ she said, watching as his face fell.
‘What party?’ he grumbled.
‘Well it’s your eighteenth we should celebrate,’ she said simply.
‘I don’t need a party,’ Sirius said. He didn’t, if he was being honest with himself the only thing he wanted to do was climb back under the covers with her and not come out. He didn’t want to think of wars and arguments with friends and family members scattered across the globe doing god knows what. He wanted to think of her, their record player and perhaps a slice of cake if they could be bothered going to the kitchens.
‘Since when?’ Daisy challenged.
‘Since there is a war on?’ Sirius challenged making her purse her lips angrily in a way that made her resemble Lily.
‘There was a war on for my last birthday and we still had a party,’ she retaliated.
‘Because James was insistent,’ Sirius countered, ‘besides that’s a celebration for two not one.’
‘And what if James insists now? What if I do?’ she asked.
‘Dais it just doesn’t feel right,’ he admitted, ‘hardly like everything’s easy breezy.’
‘True, but we’re still friends. And besides your birthdays the first one, it sets the tone for the whole year and to be honest I’m kind of fed up of being so bloody miserable all the time I don’t know about you,’ she admitted, allowing him to take her hand reassuringly, ‘and it’s not like we've not got a million other birthdays that can be dour and depressing. Might as well make your first adult one a good one.’
‘Where would we even have it?’ Sirius asked, making Daisy break into a grin as her attempts to crack him finally started to work even if he was pretending to be at a loss as if a problem of mere location would be the issue here.
‘Don’t you worry about it,’ she said, leaning to give him a kiss on the forehead before she scrambled off the bed and smoothed out her uniform, ‘now c'mon. Can’t have McGonagall giving you detention for being late can we.’
All in all his birthday was a nice one. After being woken up they made their way down to breakfast where his friends wished him many happy returns and others did the same, not failing to mention how excited they were for his party later on tonight. Word had apparently gotten out. He even managed to get through breakfast without one ounce of bad feeling though he did notice that Daisy had taken his copy of the prophet and shoved it in Marlene's bag so that he couldn’t gorge on the horrors of the day. Even Lily consented to saying a curt happy birthday though she stayed out of most of the conversation.
And he had to admit when it came to cheering him up Daisy knew what she was doing. With the attic still out of bounds, she’d informed him they’d checked, her and James had managed to find the room of requirement again except where it had been a cavern of treasures and trinkets the last time they'd been in it was now a party house decked out in everything you would need for a shindig. There was a table full of food and drinks, comfortable seating in one half of the room but enough space that they could dance if they wanted to. A record player was in the corner throwing out tune after tune, all tailored to his taste which he was sure Daisy was behind. And it wasn’t even just his friends who got to celebrate. Most of the year was there with a few stragglers from the lower classes which he wasn't surprised about given that marauders parties were something to behold and most students needed a reason to be happy these days, locking onto the party like a life raft in a sea of glum. Sirius didn’t mind. He understood the need to get your mind off something even if it did mean he was bombarded for a good portion of the night by attendees who felt the need to tell him they hadn't got him a present due to the short notice.
He told them all not to worry about it and he meant it because the presents he did get were sublime. Remus and Pete had gotten him a raft of books about mechanics following a conversation they’d had in the summer about his uncle’s motorbike. He’d skimmed through it and the parts he’d read were thrilling, especially when he had realised it was about magical machinery which would enable him to not only get his uncle’s motorbike back up and running but maybe improve upon it. Marlene and Alice had gotten him some new records of which he sampled throughout the night, alternating between new and old. Daisy had gotten him a new camera which was muggle much to his happiness, something about the still pictures soothing to his soul. But his favourite gift, tied with the simplicity of his and Daisy’s matching keys, was the watch that James and his parents had gotten him. It was a silver thing with dark grey etchings all around the face and strap that gave it an ornate design and his initials were inscribed in the back. It wasn’t overly fancy, though he knew it would have cost a lot, but the Potters were more refined when it came to wealth which wasn’t always in his vocabulary, his flare for the out there and gaudy definitely inherited from the noble house of black. And yet the mere act of getting him a watch in the first place made him feel more at home than any ostentatious gift could. It was a simple thing and yet it meant so much to him to be included in a tradition even if it wasn’t his real family who had included him.
All in all the party was a success though anyone could’ve figured that out as the night ended with the marauders and the girls sleeping in the room of requirement with the idea of tidying up quickly abandoned as they were all far too sozzled. It wasn’t ideal, with people squished onto whatever comfortable surface they could find but nestled into an armchair with Daisy beside him after a bloody good party Sirius found he was happy not to have missed out.
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When Sirius awoke he could barely see. Though the lamps continued to burn on low they were no match for the bleary winters morning which threw the entire room into darkness. He shifted, rubbing his eyes as he grappled with what time it could be. The sun wasn’t up yet but given it was late into the year that was to be expected and it could be well into the morning by now. Given the way everyone around him was still snoozing though he thought not. If anything he was tired enough to head right back to the land of nod himself but then he felt a pressure in his bladder, one that only comes after downing at least fifteen pints, and found himself not able to. Fortunately Daisy had rolled away from him, her face buried into the seam where the cushion meets the chair arm, so he didn’t have to disturb her too much to get himself free. It wasn’t easy to navigate through the floor which was littered with empty cans, bottles and party detritus but eventually he made it to the door and was able to slip out. It was brighter out here, the castle slowly waking up as he trudged through the corridors in search of a bathroom, yet there was no one around, unless he counted the portraits who were looking at him with staunch disapproval for his bedraggled hungover state.
Given he was worse for wear it wasn’t easy to remember where his nearest convenience was so he headed back towards Gryffindor tower, knowing there was at least one on that corridor if not one in his dormitory. He didn’t get that far however before he could even reach the eastern side of the castle he was distracted by a noise coming from near the kitchens. He lingered by a corner, peering down the long corridor where he spotted two people standing by the large painting of the fruit bowl. Mulciber he recognised even in profile but the other student he didn’t know. She was young, no more than a first year he’d guess, and she was frantically trying to feel her way around the painting as if she was trying to get into the kitchens but didn’t know how, her panic made worse as Mulciber jabbed his wand into her back.
‘Open it!’ he grunted with a ferocity that made her shake.
‘I’m trying!’ she protested, tapping and patting the oil cloth to no avail.
‘Come on!’ he said, muttering something that made static fly from his wand that made her squeal in pain as it connected with the material of her jumper.
‘I’m sorry,’ she cried as another shock ran through her, making her knee give way which didn’t help matters as Mulciber shoved her face first into the photo frame.
‘Oi!’ Sirius shouted, unable to watch any longer. As he emerged from the shadows Mulciber looked up, rolling his eyes as he spotted Sirius striding towards him. The girl said nothing but shrunk back until she was flush against the wall and out of the way of Mulciber’s wand tip.
‘Go away Black,’ Mulciber sneered.
‘What are you doing?’ Sirius asked, looking between Mulciber and the girl though she didn’t seem confident to say anything which he suspected was like prey going still to avoid a predator. Mulciber didn’t pay her any attention, too focused on the distraction.
‘This is house business,’ he said firmly, looking at the girl before he grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and back toward the painting, ‘did I say stop you stupid cow?’
‘Cursing first years is house business?’ Sirius asked. He was close to Mulciber now, enough to make the other boy nervous as evidenced by the fact he took an uncertain step away from the girl who was standing stock still, too unsure of what to do now Sirius was there.
‘It is when they can't deliver,’ Mulciber said, his eyes going wide as Sirius stood in between him and the girl, who he felt shrink behind his taller stature. Mulciber was the same height as him though and nowhere near as intimidated and so advanced forward trying to get him to move as he snapped, ‘shift.’
‘No,’ Sirius said, squaring his shoulders and staying still as he tried to get past him. At that Mulciber faltered, his bravado notwithstanding with someone his own size. Sirius glared at him, ‘go on then. Hex me if you think you’re big enough. Or do you only do it to children?’
‘Shove off,’ Mulciber muttered.
‘Thought so,’ Sirius said, pushing forward so that he stumbled away from them.
As he started to skulk off Sirius watched him go before turning to the girl who he could feel shaking like a leaf behind him. He offered her a smile as he did, a hand on her shoulder as he went to ask if she was okay though he didn’t get a chance as he heard Lily shout, ‘expelliarmus!’
When he looked she was capturing Mucliber’s wand in her hand and he was looking between the pair of them angrily.
‘You silly little cow!’ Mulciber said moving towards her menacingly though she didn't flinch either and simply replied, ‘I wouldn’t bother considering you’re wandless.’
‘Give it back,’ he snapped.
‘You can have it back from Slughorn after breakfast,’ she said firmly, ‘or would you like to go and bother him now with the matter?’
Mulciber looked at Sirius one last time, a sneer on his face that Sirius glared back at, before he stormed down the corridor, shoving Lily hard as he passed by her. She winced at the impact but kept her face as straight as possible, ensuring he'd disappeared before she headed towards the pair of them. By the time she got near them Sirius was already checking on the girl, hoping that would still his anger. He couldn’t fly off the handle, not in front of Lily or the girl, he needed to keep calm.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked the girl who was looking up at him with wide eyes that were full of tears. He was waiting for words but they didn’t come. Instead she threw her arms around his torso and buried her face in his chest. Sirius put his hands on her back and patted awkwardly, ‘c’mon now it’s alright. You’re alright.’
‘I wasn’t trying to help him!’ she sniffled into his t-shirt.
‘We know that,’ Lily said, now by their side her hand on the girl's shoulder in a more comforting manner. Sirius used this as a way to pivot her into the care of the head girl. Daisy crying he could handle, needy first years on the other hand were another matter altogether.
‘He heard me saying I could get into the kitchens and told me if I helped him he’d leave me alone,’ she hiccupped as wet tracks formed on her reddened face.
‘Has he been bothering you?’ Lily frowned.
‘He hasn’t left me alone since the start of term,’ she sniffed, ‘was telling me my family are blood traitors.’
‘Don’t listen to him,’ Sirius said, the anger he’d managed to shove down bubbling back up.
‘Hard not to when he’s in the same house as you,’ she grumbled.
‘You could tell Slughorn,’ Lily said, rubbing her shoulder soothingly.
‘He won’t do anything,’ the girl said.
‘You don’t know that. Lily’s right and if you want someone to come with you we will right Lil?’ Sirius said, earning a sceptical look he wholeheartedly understood. After all it wasn’t as if the teachers were great when it came to listening to their students but maybe if they spoke up on her behalf it would hold ground. When she didn’t look convinced he opted for another route, ‘okay if you don’t want to do that you don’t have to but then you need to take charge.’
‘Sirius,’ Lily said warningly.
‘I’m not suggesting anything daft,’ Sirius said, glaring at the redhead for a split second, ‘all I'm saying is don’t let him intimidate you. He’s not some mastermind, especially without his little friends, if you show him you’re not backing down he’ll leave you alone. Show him you’re not scared. Don’t avoid him but make sure you’ve got witnesses around if needed. If he thinks he can get you on his own then he’ll carry on but if he doesn’t have a chance he’ll move on.’
‘Do you think?’ she said gnawing on his lip nervously.
‘You’re better than he is and I’m sure you can outsmart him. After all he’s been here seven years and still hasn’t figured out where the kitchens are,’ Sirius said, smiling back at her as she laughed, ‘want us to walk you back to the dungeons?’
‘Actually I think I’m going to go to breakfast it’s nearly time anyway,’ she sniffled, before adding nervously, ‘could you still walk me though, just in case?’
‘Of course,’ Sirius smiled.
She seemed to perk up on the walk to the great hall so much so he could still hear her chatting away to Lily outside when he finally managed to find a lavatory for the wee he’d been postponing. By the time they got to the great hall her tears were no longer visible and she waved them both off as she skipped over her friend, one of the first stragglers that had started to emerge this early in the morning. Sirius too found his mood improving as he watched her skip away but just as soon as it had come it went, replaced by fatigue and hunger, something that he felt the need to relieve as soon as possible and so plonked himself down at the Gryffindor table with a yawn before he started loading up his plate.
He didn’t even look up from his food in the first few minutes, the growling in his stomach demanding his full attention however as Lily sat down opposite him, now one wand in hand as she’d spotted Slughorn already dining, he glanced at her. For the first time that morning the pair of them seemed to realise it was just the two of them without their partners or friends as buffers and an immediately uneasy tension settled. Sirius tried not to let it bother him, loading extra eggs and bacon onto his place as he tried to put it out of his mind. Her issues were her issues. His issues was getting his appetite satiated.
Lily however did seem preoccupied with the tense atmosphere and for the first time in over a month opted to speak to him, ‘that was brave of you. Getting in between them like that.’
‘What was I supposed to do?’ Sirius asked as he took a bite of his toast.
‘Well you could’ve hexed him back,’ she said, more unsure than she had been when she’d started talking, ‘hurt him.’
‘What, like a black would?’ Sirius snapped.
‘No! That’s not what I meant,’ Lily said hurriedly, sighing as she added, ‘you know I don’t think you’re-’
‘Like them?’ Sirius scowled.
‘Oh Sirius stop!’ she cried exasperatedly, ‘I know you’re nothing like them. That wasn’t my issue, you have to understand-’
‘Understand what Lil?’ Sirius asked angrily.
‘That it’s not that I don’t think you’re on our side or that I don’t understand how complex good and bad is,’ she said, hesitating around the words before she said, ‘it’s just that you rush into things like Dais, like James. Only when the hammer falls and everything comes crashing down it’s not going to be someone like you or James that gets hurt is it? It’ll be Dais and I can’t lose her Sirius I can’t.’
‘Lil,’ Sirius said thickly. He had known that her sentiments had revolved around pure blood privilege but he had seen it more as a general complex, not a direct worry about her sister.
‘I won’t lose her Sirius. And if I can delay her throwing herself into danger by a year I will,’ she said firmly. Sirius sighed.
‘Do you really think I’d risk losing her? I don’t really care what happens to me but a world without someone like her is no good,’ Sirius said, trying to ignore the lump in his throat, ‘that’s what I’m fighting for. Her. A world where she can be who she is without any need to apologise.’
‘I get that and soon enough there’ll be no choice but to but she’s not as strong as you, she’s not as protected-’
‘I can protect her,’ Sirius said assuredly, ‘if anything she’s the only thing that makes me stop and think. Yes I charge into things but not when it’s about her, I’d never do anything that would put her at risk.’
‘But she is at risk regardless and privilege may feel like it extends to friends but it doesn’t. Half bloods wouldn’t be a term if it did. Over summer I could pretend it wasn’t happening and I know we need to plan for the future, I get that but now we’re back you and Dais are ready to charge back into everything.’
‘I don’t want to fight yet,’ Sirius protested.
‘But training is fighting,’ Lily sighed.
‘No it isn’t,’ Sirius said firmly, ‘it’s preparing, like Dumbledore said. Lil I’m not asking for another club, I just want to keep my skills from going rusty. So we are prepared.’
‘I just…’ Lily said nervously, ‘I just don’t want to make ourselves targets again, is that selfish?’
‘No, like you said you’re already a target without doing anything wrong I get it,’ Sirius sympathetically.
‘Half the school is,’ Lily said glumly, ‘and I wish there was some way to protect them, I do. I just don’t want to draw attention to ourselves like with the club.’
‘What if we could protect them peacefully?’ Sirius asked, an idea clicking into place. He understood Lily’s frustrations. He understood that it wasn’t fair they were treated differently. He understood the need to protect Daisy as best as she could. He understood not charging into everything and putting targets on their back. But he also understood that they couldn’t stop now, that the greater good would need them sooner rather than later and he refused to get rusty. But if they could prolong the inevitable without it feeling like the future was breathing down their neck maybe that was better.
‘What do you mean?’ Lily asked, confused.
‘I’ve got an idea.’
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When Daisy awoke that morning she didn’t feel great. She had a pounding in her head and a crick in her neck from the couch but after a quick check she found everything was manageable. Others had not fared so well. Whilst Marlene and Alice headed back to the dormitory to continue sleeping, Peter went back to his own room though she suspected he was more likely to spend the morning in the bathroom from the shade of green his face was. She didn’t want to go back though and neither did James or Remus, the pair of them both ravenous with hunger. Daisy didn’t feel particularly hungry but she figured it’d be a good place to start her search for Sirius and Lily, both of whom seemed to have risen before everyone else and gone off of their own volition.
Or so she had thought. What she hadn't accounted for was that when they made it to the great hall both of them would be there, chatting amicably over a cup of tea, their breakfasts long since finished with as evidenced by the crumb laden plates in front of them. James seemed just as stunned to see them talking too and rushed over to ask, ‘where have you two been?’
‘More importantly why haven’t you killed each other,’ Daisy asked, appearing behind him. Sirius shrugged as she took her normal seat next to him.
‘We talked it out, right Lil?’ he said looking at Lily whose smile widened as both James and Daisy’s eyes went wide at the casualness of which he spoke.
‘Well we saved a first year from peril, argued heavily and then talked it out,’ Lily corrected, making the black-haired boy chuckle.
‘And?’ James asked eagerly.
‘And we came to an agreement,’ Sirius said.
‘What agreement?’ Remus said. Admittedly his interest in their reconciliation hadn't been as important as his interest in his breakfast but upon hearing of a truce he looked up. He may not have been on the eggshells his friends were around the pair of them but it would be nice to have everyone on the same side once more.
‘That we can start practicing again, just us,’ Sirius said, squeezing her thigh under the table. Daisy nodded minutely, understanding that it was probably not a good idea to bring up the fact that they already had been practicing.
‘Okay,’ James said, elongating the word to show he wasn’t sure.
‘We don’t restart the club. And we don’t seek out trouble,’ Lily explained.
‘We didn’t last time,’ Daisy reasoned.
‘We kept an eye on the Slytherins,’ Sirius reminded her, ‘we made ourselves targets.’
‘But what use is it if we’re the only ones who can protect ourselves? I mean what about all the muggleborns-’
‘We offer them protection,’ Sirisu said.
‘What?’ the three of them asked, confused.
‘Think about it. There's eight of us, six pure or half bloods,’ Sirius started.
‘Thanks for pointing that out,’ Daisy grumbled, Sirius sighed exasperatedly.
‘It means they’ve got privilege Dais,’ Lily said.
‘I know that,’ Daisy said, unable to see the point they were making.
‘So we might as well use it as an advantage not for us, for muggleborns,’ Sirius said, ‘think about it pathetic wannabe death eaters don’t start shit with us unprovoked but they do for muggleborns. If muggleborns have us around the likelihood they'd do anything will decrease. And even if they dared, we'd have enough knowledge under our belts to protect them.’
‘Like a human shield?’ Remus asked.
‘Something like that,’ Sirius said, ‘but we don’t give them an excuse for us to be used. We’re simply there, if we don’t provoke them or give them something to attack over.’
‘You’re going to keep your cool?’ Daisy asked, raising an eyebrow.
‘If it means keeping others safe, yes,’ Sirius said firmly, glancing at Lily who smiled sadly back at him.
‘And when Mulciber says something horrible about me? Or Lil?’ she said looking at James.
‘We ignore them,’ James nodded.
‘And we force teachers to listen if they do attack. We’re their proof,’ Lily said.
‘And this isn’t putting a target on us?’ Daisy said sarcastically.
‘It’ll piss them off sure but what can they say? What are we actually doing wrong, walking some muggleborns to class,’ James said. Daisy mulled this point over for a moment and then looked to her sister who seemed remarkably calm about the whole thing.
‘And you're okay with this?’ she asked, unable to shake the turmoil they'd been living in the past few weeks fully from her.
‘It’s not antagonising them on purpose. It’s not seeking a fight. It’s helping those who need help. It’s using their own prejudices against them,’ Lily reasoned.
‘Eight of us for the whole school?’ Daisy questioned.
‘We got a full club going. I can't see it being hard to ask people just to do what's right. They don’t even have to do anything, not really,’ Sirius said, watching his three friends before he said, ‘you in?’
‘Definitely,’ James nodded.
‘Aye go on,’ Remus smiled.
‘Dais?’ Sirius asked.
‘Yeah. I’m in.’
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Guardians of the Gene Pool: When Star-Lord Narrates Our Primal Promenade
Good day, interstellar inquirers! As we spin around the sun, nestled in our tiny blue haven, we often find ourselves dwelling upon the mysteries of our ancient existence. Among those mysteries, there's a tale that outshines the rest, a narrative so audacious it requires the storytelling prowess of none other than Guardians of the Galaxy’s Peter Quill, aka Star-Lord! You see, there exists a chronicle, a forgotten saga of ancient love and survival, where our ancestors, the Homo sapiens, decided to throw caution to the prehistoric winds and mingle with the next-door evolutionary celebrities – the Neanderthals.
Now, who better to narrate this epochal promenade than the Star-Lord himself? Oh, we assure you, this is not your run-of-the-mill prehistoric drama. This is a tale of star-crossed lovers (quite literally) narrated by the cavalier cosmic voyager. Our history, it turns out, is as dramatic as an inter-galactic feud, filled with unlikely alliances, survival-driven romances, and a genetic potpourri that’s as eclectic as Star-Lord’s mixtape.
As we step into the antediluvian love arena with Peter Quill at the helm, we uncover a narrative reminiscent of a cosmic ballet. The Homo sapiens and Neanderthals, much like Quill and Gamora, came from different worlds, facing adversities, yet found a way to create a genetic melody that resonates through the eons. It's a tale filled with primeval rendezvous, survivalist liaisons, and a dash of prehistoric romance that shapes the very fabric of our being. The Star-Lord, with his cheeky charm and whimsical analogies, takes us on a voyage through our ancient, love-tangled genome, revealing that we are not just a species, but a living, breathing anthology of ancient loves and evolutionary escapades.
Our ancient narrative is like a cosmic dance choreographed to the tunes of survival, exploration, and adaptation. Peter Quill, with his flamboyant narrative, unravels our ancestral escapades, highlighting our shared past with the Neanderthals is not just a fleeting dalliance but a profound relationship that shaped the course of human evolution. Our gene pool, it seems, has always been ready to "Hooked on a Feeling", humming along the tunes of survival and camaraderie, crafting a tale that's as enthralling as the Guardians' battle against the cosmic odds.
As the Star-Lord unveils the ancient bonds and unlikely alliances, we're reminded that our existence is but a stanza in the grand cosmic poem. Our ancestors, with their daring pursuits of love and survival, penned a narrative that’s as adventurous as Quill’s exploits across the cosmos. The Neanderthals and Homo sapiens didn’t just exchange glances; they exchanged genes, stories, and survival strategies, choreographing a genetic ballet that echoes through the ages. Our DNA, a veritable mixtape of ancient love, holds tales of survival, adaptation, and the indomitable spirit of exploration, akin to the Guardians' unyielding camaraderie amidst the infinite cosmic playground.
So, as we traverse through the annals of time with Star-Lord’s playful commentary ringing through the eons, we're reminded of our shared narrative with the Neanderthals - a tale of love, survival, and the eternal dance of existence. Just like Quill, we carry within us the echoes of ancient beats, the rhythm of survival that harmonizes with the melody of the cosmos, orchestrating a tale that's as epic as the Guardians' celestial adventures. Our ancient romance is not just a tale of evolutionary curiosity but a testament to the boundless spirit of exploration that propels us across the vast cosmic expanse, seeking companionship, understanding, and the eternal rhythm of love and existence.
Unveiling this narrative through Star-Lord's whimsical lens doesn't just unravel our past; it unveils a cosmic kinship that transcends time, space, and species. Our primal promenade, as narrated by the galaxy-trotting rogue, is a reminder that in the grand tapestry of existence, love, camaraderie, and the quest for understanding are the timeless tunes to which life, in all its splendid diversity, dances eternally. And as Peter Quill would say, “We’re just like Kevin Bacon!”—the stars of our ancient, adventurous, and awe-inspiring evolutionary Footloose.
So, next time someone ponders about our kinship with the Neanderthals, point them to Star-Lord’s narrative of our primal promenade - a tale of ancient hearts beating in rhythm with the unyielding drum of curiosity and survival. Our history isn't just a chronological record; it's a cosmic mixtape filled with adventurous tracks, unexpected collaborations, and a rhythm that reverberates through the ages, narrated by the Star-Lord, our whimsical cosmic chronicler.
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Peter Beach is renowned for its jaw-dropping sunsets. 🌊☀️
Hey there, fellow adventure-seekers and beach lovers! 🏖️ If you’re as passionate about discovering hidden gems as I am, then you’re in for a treat. In this article, we’re going to dive headfirst into the enchanting world of Peter Beach, a coastal paradise tucked away in the heart of America. 🇺🇸✨
So, why should you be as excited as I am about Peter Beach? Well, that’s what we’re about to find out!
Unveiling the Beauty of Peter Beach
Let’s kick things off with a closer look at what makes Peter Beach an absolute must-visit destination. 🤩
Nestled along the pristine shoreline of the United States, Peter Beach boasts a unique charm that sets it apart from your typical beach getaways. 🏝️ The very mention of its name conjures up images of golden sands, crystal-clear waters, and unforgettable memories waiting to be made. 📸🌅
The Allure of Peter Beach’s Natural Beauty
Now, let’s delve deeper into the natural wonders that make Peter Beach an absolute paradise for nature enthusiasts. 🌿🌊
Lush Coastal Flora and Fauna: One of the things that instantly captivates visitors is the lush coastal flora and fauna that call Peter Beach home. The combination of towering palm trees, vibrant tropical flowers, and a variety of bird species creates an eco-friendly haven for birdwatchers and nature photographers.
Breathtaking Sunsets: Peter Beach is renowned for its jaw-dropping sunsets, and for good reason. As the sun dips below the horizon, the sky explodes in a mesmerizing array of colors that will leave you in awe. It’s the perfect backdrop for a romantic evening or a tranquil moment of self-reflection. 🌄💑
Pristine Waters: Crystal-clear waters lap gently against the shore, inviting you to take a dip or try your hand at various water sports. Whether you’re into surfing, paddleboarding, or simply swimming, Peter Beach has got you covered. 🏄♂️🏊♀️
Activities Galore at Peter Beach
But Peter Beach isn’t just about stunning natural beauty; it’s also a hub for exciting activities and vibrant culture. 🎉🎶
🍹 Beachfront Cafés: Sip on a refreshing coconut mojito while lounging at one of the beachfront cafés. These charming spots offer not only delectable cuisine but also a front-row seat to the mesmerizing ocean views. 🍹🏖️
🛍️ Local Boutiques: Explore the quaint streets of Peter Beach, where you’ll find an array of local boutiques and shops selling unique, handcrafted items. From clothing to souvenirs, you’ll uncover treasures that you won’t find anywhere else. 👗🛍️
🎵 Live Music Scene: If you’re a music enthusiast, Peter Beach has a lively live music scene that will get your toes tapping. Catch talented local bands and artists playing everything from reggae to jazz at beachfront bars and venues. 🎸🎵
🏄♀️ Water Sports Extravaganza: Thrill-seekers, rejoice! Peter Beach offers an array of water sports, including parasailing, jet-skiing, and even deep-sea fishing. Get your adrenaline fix while taking in the stunning coastal scenery. 🌊🚤
The Culinary Delights of Peter Beach
Now, let’s shift gears and explore the mouthwatering culinary experiences that await you in Peter Beach. 🍽️🍤
Fresh Seafood Galore
Peter Beach is famous for its fresh seafood, and you won’t be disappointed. From succulent shrimp and crab to mouthwatering fish tacos, the local restaurants serve up ocean-to-table dishes that will satisfy your seafood cravings. 🦐🌮
International Flavors
For those looking to explore diverse cuisines, Peter Beach has an array of international restaurants.
Whether you’re in the mood for Thai, Italian, or Mexican, you’ll find a restaurant that tickles your taste buds. 🍛🍕🌮
Beachside BBQ
Nothing beats a beachside BBQ with friends and family, and Peter Beach knows how to do it right.
Enjoy grilled classics, refreshing cocktails, and the sound of the waves as you dine al fresco. 🍔🍹🌴
Getting to Peter Beach
Now that you’re itching to pack your bags and head to Peter Beach, let’s talk logistics. 🚗🌴
The Nearest Airport
If you’re flying in, the closest major airport to Peter Beach is [Name of Airport], which is approximately [Distance] miles away. From there, you can rent a car or take a shuttle to reach this coastal paradise. ✈️🚗
Accommodation Options
Peter Beach offers a wide range of accommodation options to suit every budget and preference. From luxurious beachfront resorts to cozy vacation rentals, you’ll find the perfect place to call home during your stay. 🏨🏖️
Best Time to Visit
The ideal time to visit Peter Beach is during the [Month to Month] period when the weather is at its best. However, if you prefer a quieter experience, consider visiting during the off-peak season to avoid the crowds. 📅🌞
In conclusion, Peter Beach is a hidden gem that’s just waiting for you to discover its wonders. From the breathtaking natural beauty to the exciting activities, delicious cuisine, and welcoming culture, it’s a destination that truly has it all. 🌴🌅🍽️
So, whether you’re planning a romantic getaway, a family vacation, or a solo adventure, make sure to put Peter Beach at the top of your travel list. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed! 🏖️✈️
Now, pack your sunscreen, grab your shades, and get ready for the adventure of a lifetime at Peter Beach. See you on the sandy shores! 👋🏄♂️🌞
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Luxury Foreign Tour Packages That Will Impress You
Do you have a desire to see some of the most beautiful places on earth, such as the modern cityscapes of Singapore, the warm water of the Maldives, the ancient Italian treasures, the peaceful beauty of Greece, and the cultural diversity of Bali? You've found it! With carefully selected foreign tour packages that capture the essence of Singapore, the Maldives, Italy, Greece, and Bali, let's explore a world of adventure and discovery.
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