"Very nice. Oh, what about that one?"
Luna. She was an angel. A wonderful bloody angel.
Colorful plastic covered a small figure on her bed; yellow, pink, a soft green.
Third Rule of the Lestrange House: bad behavior is not permitted
"Are you going to take this seriously or not?" Muggle AU
"What a lovely set of pearls you have." Sequel to Have an Ice Pop
Cold, like ice as they pressed to his skin before finally fading away, leaving nothing behind.
It was like every other day, except there was something missing. She could feel it the moment she woke up.
When the clock stops, that's just how it goes.
Her body was his the moment he laid eyes on it. He knew that. It just so happened, so did she.
The dragon burns like a bright flame, fossilized in time. A single guardian always by his side.
Even as the curtain closes screams can be heard if one listens closely enough.
Tonight is the River of Sanguine. Tonight their blood will run red over the stone. Or so they say... Steampunk AU.
He was the 13th son. Always overlooked, always a last resort, for the people's safety. But he was the only one available when the Queen of Arendelle's Coronation came. fire!Hans
Before that night he was just known as Giles. Before that night he hadn't been Ripper in a long time. Now though he's not sure how to stop being Ripper.
It started with a kiss. And it ended with one. A pink impression of her lips on crisp paper.
He was always so gentle in the beginning, always rough at the end. And he craved it.
They dream of chaos. Blood that rains down from a sky of fire. Shadows that dance in the sun light, bathed in red. Those not from the darkness kneeling before them.
...in which to close their eyes, forever.
What else does one do with a trinket, other than amuse them-self that is?