Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
04 Nov 2019
Her right ankle buckled, lurching her forward into a tall, lean chest. Correspondingly strong hands steadied her around the waist. And a cool, familiar voice—like something out of a dream—drawled, “Watch it, Granger.”
Or, Hermione heads for the rebound and lands on something very impractical, indeed.
It had started so well, the two of them falling in bed at night exhausted but giddy with their success, with their love, with their pride in each other. Who else in the whole galaxy could possibly be as lucky, as happy, as they?
It had started so well, but things have a way of falling apart. They learned that the weight of success is even greater than the weight of failure. Now there was so much to lose. Now there were nights with no sleep at all, and days with no laughter.
“You don't have to worry about me,” she said, stiffening again. “I can do it, I don't need—“
He cut her off with a kiss. “Rey,” he said, firmly but ever so gently. “You don't have to do this by yourself anymore. Remember? I told you. You're not alone.”
Or, Ben and Rey love their baby more than anything, but old abandonment issues die hard.
30 Sep 2018
It was the first part of the night, and the Hunter was rising in the sky. Four stars stretched out in each direction, with a belt of three across the middle.
For many generations he had watched over her kind during these long nights in the depths of winter, and now he was her only companion.
The star that made the Hunter’s right shoulder shone red, reminding her of warmth, of flowers and flesh and blood, of all the things that sustained life amidst the cold emptiness of the heavens.
With the fire of earth at her back and the fire in the sky over her face, Rey calmed herself and listened. Soon she could hear it, the song of the red star, low and lonesome like the call of the mourning dove.
She reached out to it as if it were to someone, and sang a quiet, but high and warbling answer, as if to say, you are not alone. Whether she was reassuring herself or the other, she did not know.
The red star blinked in the sky, beating along with her heart as she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Rey’s hand comes out from behind her back. She’s holding a pair of metal wrist restraints. Ben can feel the blood drain from his face. She knows. She’s seen…
“Through the Bond, Ben. I know what you’ve been dreaming about.”
“You are at St. Mungo’s. You were in a coma.” He looks me over again, taking a pause. “I am a Healer here now,” he says, like it explains something. My fingers stretch, drifting across his sleeve. He looks down, like I’ve thrown mud at him.
Forcing my vocal chords together for the first time, I whisper, “What’s your name?”
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11 Sep 2019