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((honestly if its n AU thread, the only way they’d remember is if an anon made it so. Stag just barely remembers when he was killed by McCoy but he thinks it was a dream. Only an anon could make him remember it fully))
((All right, that makes sense. Thanks uwu ))
askstag1 replied to your post: ((question. how the fuck ...
((magical anon REVIVES))
((BUT SUNNY IS DEAD IN A THREAD AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANY REVIVAL ANONS))
askstag1 replied to your post: ...
((SOBBING GROSSLY))
((LIKE I SAID
BAD
IDEA))
((why do we do this to ourselves I mean really)) She was laying with him in their bed, curled up against him, like she wanted, head on his chest, his hand gently resting on her back. They were both old machinery, but the stress of hers had given out first. He was doomed to outlive the people he loved. "I love you my beautiful ray of Sunshine..." He whispered, kissing her forehead. "I'm going to miss you."
Her systems were already quieting down by the time he spoke, and she managed to smile, but that was all. As she faded, she found no fear, because she knew she was loved, and not forgotten. That was all she had ever wanted.
And then she was gone.
You're beautiful (oops was this supposed to be on anon? c; )
She grins. "And you're far too sweet for your own good."
A Bit of Magic (Sunny/Stag Hogwarts AU)
It had only been a few hours, but Sunshine was already glad to be back at school. An odd phrase for a sixteen-year-old, she knew, but it was Hogwarts. For a muggle-born like herself, summer vacations were boring and dull, with limited contact with her friends. Most of the train ride had been spent gossiping and reviewing what her and her friend's summers had been like. But now the silhouette of the old castle was looming to their side, and she was rushed off the train in a flood of people. The temptation to shove first years aside was, as usual, overwhelming.
She looked around herself, searching for people she knew, and ran into something--no, someone--quite a lot larger than herself. The bag she was carrying fell to the ground with a clatter. "Shit--god, you're huge--I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to run into you," she stuttered, peering through the darkness at his robes. If he was a Slytherin she was screwed. But then--was that a dash of yellow? No, he was far too intimidating to be Hufflepuff, she was sure.
((HANG ON JUST A SEC
I COME ONLINE TO CHECK THIS BLOG
AND
STAG IS ON MY DASH
SQUIRRELS))
((oh, so Stag is a girl?))
