Nov. 22nd, 2016

This is going to be a purely fandom journal, I got online in the mid 1990s, I remember joining a yahoo mailing list, but most of my fandom activity, sure when it came to fic and posts, was on livejournal. I quit LJ by basically leaving it behind once I grew up and realise how potentially dangerous, but mostly, annoying, oversharing is - especially considering that I had my livejournal during my awful SJW phrase. That isn't to say I'm entirely apolitical, but this will be a fandom journal, and I will focuse on show, not tell, through my fics and fandom musing, such as, ever noticed that the Hogwarts Castle is basically Overlook Hotel? (
Completed Fics will be on AO3: Everything here is either incompletd works or especially short fic bits.

Harry Potter
Gen: Hermione & Lavender: "The Girl Who Liked Pink"

Sakumo x Orochimaru: Falling Down With You (Rated: PG-13)
- Soulmates Gaiden series
- prompt: healing touch
- this fic is completed in the sense that it has a beginning and an end, but it needs so much editing...
The following post was supposed to be an addition to to my Soulmates Gaiden series (, but I'm not posting it to AO3 as I feel that it is a badfic that could be better once I've had worked at it somemore, it was highly indulgent shipfodder written in one setting after all.

16. healing touch (Sakumo/Orochimaru) -- shameless schmoop, fluff, screen

(Sakumo/Orochimaru) - the touch of soulmates can heal each other
genre: fluff, romance, allusion to post-sparring-sex but no actual smut *sigh*

Falling Down With You

Orochimaru has taken to spending much of his spare time sparring with Sakumo in the Forbidden Forest -- most of the area was unused outside of the Chunnin Exams, and other jounnins have known by now to avoid "Sakumo and Orochimaru's Section", where their wolves and snakes summons roamed free and feasted on the local wildlife, and rains of senbon are parried in unpredictable directions by a chakra infused blade.

Usually their spars would conclude in a draw, a truce declared so Sakumo and Orochimaru could take comfort in each other's touches and have their injuries healed. Orochimaru kept breaking his arm because he couldn't fluidly switch from making signs to blocking Sakumo fast enough. Sakumo kept taking hits to his center mass because he favoured rushing in too much and most opponents (not Orochimaru) usually reacted by instinctively taking a step back.

Sometimes Orochimaru would slip up, and their spar would end with Orochimaru pinned to the forest floor, Sakumo growling possessively against the back of his neck, a deliciously tight hold of him by his hair and wrists rendering him pilant with lust as Sakumo bit him hard enough to draw blood, followed by an almost apologetic kiss that would close the small wound. "No one else," Sakumo would growl, "(is allowed to touch you like this)", and Orochimaru would shiver in excitement: No one else, had Orochimaru ever wanted like this, and Orochimaru is strong, he whimpers instinctively in acquiescence to Sakumo's demands - no one else - Orochimaru would stay strong and stay safe so that no one else would ever have him pinned like this. Only Sakumo.

Their trysts in the forest are so sweet, so deadly beautiful and brilliant - they are soulmates, they can heal each other by touch. They know each other's strengths and weaknesses inside out and are growing ever stronger together, so that one would never have cause to fear losing the other.

Sometimes Orochimaru would win, and he would be a terrible tease. He would crouch over Sakumo, knees at Sakumo's side to pin down his arms, and he would impassionately lecture Sakumo on every defensive error as if he wasn't bent intimately over his lover, so that looking up, Sakumo would have a straight line of sight to Orochimaru's white throat, framed by a dark fall of hair blocking out the rest of the forest. Or he might follow the knife held to one of Sakumo's vital points with a quick kiss before fleeing with a laugh, rarely getting very far before being pulled back to a hungry mouth and greedy hands, the running tally soon forgotten as Orochimaru surrenders to being desired and loved.

AN: At first I wanted to write JiraiOro where Jiraiya is loving the excuse of literally having a healing cock (for his soulmate at least) to have sex after every sparring session, but eh, this is Sakumo/Orochimaru again, for I have been
haunted by the hot imagery of Sakumo pinning Orochimaru down and growling possessively for sometime this.

I really wanted some graphic D/s smut to follow Sakumo (or Jiraiya, or Kabuto) pinning Orochimaru down, but it seems I have lost my smut mojo...(I for one, blame time traveling Canadians).
Saturday, September 24th, 2016

AN: Hermione remembers Lavender Brown at her funeral -- the girl who had liked pink, the girl she had long envied for her close friendship with Patil when Hermione was often alone, the girl who was a yearmate she barely spoke to, but also in passing, a /comrade/ in the fight against Voldemort.

"The Girl Who Liked Pink"

The top half of the coffin's lid was opened, displaying Lavender who had her arms crossed over her chest, crossed over a toy bunny made of white felt that Hermione had last seen in their third school year. A delicate tiara was set in Lavender's hair, and her head had been set not dead center but nodding slightly off to the side, poised as if in sleep.

Hermione clutched the bouquet of pink roses she had picked out so tightly, she could feel the individual stems through layers of tissue paper and cellopane. Ron was sitting with Lavender's parents to the side, Patil between them. Harry and Ginny had already left after a brief visitation -- there were several other funerals they had to attend.

All week long, funeral after funeral. Coffins opened and coffins closed. Memorials held for the confirmed dead. Memorials attended by those finally discharged by the hospital.

The first time Hermione was aware of Lavender Brown's existence, it was in the girls' dorm during her second day at Hogswarts. Hermione was rereading her textbooks when Lavender and Patil
Hogwarts is a sentient, parasitic, lotus-eater machine. Never throughout the seven books has an incident of accidental, wandless magic ever occurred within the walls of the castle. Magical children who have exhibited accidental magic before coming to Hogwarts, and in the case of Harry, between the 2nd and 3rd school year, has ever done so within the halls of Hogwarts – because the magic was being fed upon by the castle. The Room of Requirement is a proof of Hogwarts having sentience and power of its own – power it takes from the magical children it needs – why nobody within its halls wanted the school to close even when students were at risk of being killed when the chamber was open again. It’s not just the excess energy of children that Hogwarts feed from though – Dumbledore had explained to Harry that Voldemort was drawn to Hogwarts – that powerful people have always been drawn to Hogwarts.

I don’t buy that fear of power was sufficient excuse for Dumbledore to ‘stay away from power’ overtime – Dumbledore holds a position of power as a member of the wizarding supreme court and the Headmaster of Hogwarts AND Fudge’s advisor – what the castle did was influence Dumbledore to stay within feeding range – not away as the Minister of Magic, and not risking death against Grindelwald. Dumbledore hardly ever leaves his office deep within the Hogwarts Castle, and when he finally dies, even though the Dumbledore family no doubt have their own burial plots, the staff of Hogwarts, the staff that live most times of the year within its influence, decides to bury Dumbledore on school grounds, for Dumbledore have been the longest serving headmaster. To Hogwarts, Dumbledore is the caretaker – he has always been the caretaker…

Where does Hogwarts keeps its brains? The Sorting Hat? …and did Salazar Slytherin really did run away or did the castle eat him?



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