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Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell. Requested by redhairedflower (Aiden/Lily)

When Voldemort finally visited to Godric's Hollow and the Potter’s to end their tiny son, life for Aiden Morgan was already over, at least as he once knew it. His best friend’s family, including Edgar, had been murdered mere months before, and Aiden had left his house only twice since he received the news. That Aiden, someone who had been so full of life, was now a hollow mold of his former self was an insult to existence. He didn’t find out about the deaths of Lily and James Potter until he ran out of food and, more importantly, alcohol, and even that was a full three weeks since it had happened. The Daily Prophets were piling up at his door, and he glanced down to see a bold headline "21 Days Without The Dark Lord”. The fact that the war had ended didn’t phase him — it had already taken the most important thing from him that it could have, and it would never really be over for him. But it was the accompanying picture of a man and a woman holding a child that caught his attention. 

Aiden sagged to the stone steps below him and grabbed for the paper, his errand forgotten. Lily. It took only minutes for him to deduce what had happened (a few moments longer than it would have if he was sober). His mind flashed to last time he had seen her, at her wedding to James, and how radiant she had been. Then came the memories of the redhead and the months they had spent in the Ministry’s protection program after his public outburst about Muggleborn rights. At first she was their as part of the Auror force, but then their attraction to each other combined with the hours and hours of nothing to do overtook them. By the end, he had been sorry to see her go but happy that they were both able to return to their lives. 

Had Aiden given it any thought, he wouldn’t have imagined that anything short of the Dark Lord coming after his family would have affected him now. Yet the news of Lily’s death slashed open his soul with a ferocity that almost matched his anger at the murder of the Bones. He exhaled the breath he had been holding since sitting down, and inhaled frantically, trying to ease the emptiness inside his chest. The night air was cold and dry, and filled his lungs with a sharpness that seemed to slice as he breathed it in. Numbness had overtaken his life, aided by alcohol, and this pain was the first thing he had felt in months. He pushed it repeatedly through his mind, much like he would run his tongue over a cut on his lip. Now that he could feel, he couldn’t let it go. Edgar was gone, Lily was dead, and Aiden knew that the pain wouldn’t last forever. When it was gone, when it no longer tore him open every time he thought of her red locks or bright eyes, he would fade back into his previous stupor. As he stood and stumbled off down the street to the corner store, he cursed. He wished the war had taken him too.

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Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground. Requested by redhairedflower (Aiden/Lily)

Aiden was dozing on the couch like he did on most afternoons. It was a nice way to pass a few hours, and Lily usually woke him with some biscuits, a pillow to the face, or… well, life had been much better since he had finally given into the redhead’s advances. But the smell that eased him out of his light sleep wasn’t an intoxicating combination of butter, flour, and sugar, but something else entirely. He sniffed without opening his eyes, trying to place it. It wasn’t until he heard Lily’s bare feet cross the floor and the following sound of the screen door swinging open and then shut until he understood. 

The summer had been unbearably hot and dry. While it had given them excuses to wear as little clothing as possible, Aiden was under the firm belief that cold weather was better than hot. One could only take off so many layers before there was just nothing left to take off. The rain was sudden and would probably only last a few minutes, but it was a sign that the summer was ending. He stood up, following the girl outside and grinning as he caught sight of her. Her head was tilted back, her face turned up to the sky, as if she was welcoming the drops of water onto her skin. She had dressed for the weather they’d been having, and now her tank top and shorts were slowly being soaked. The red locks that he adored so much were pulled into a high ponytail, darkening like they did when the shower stream touched them. 

She must have heard him, for she turned to face him, hands in the air as if she was collecting the raindrops for later. He was struck with the thought that this wasn’t going to last. The Ministry had promised that Aiden would be back with his family by Christmas, and now fall was almost here. Running the math in his head, he figured he had four months, maybe five, left with Lily. He wasn’t kidding himself with hopes that this affair would continue after they both returned to their lives. She was intoxicating, but it was something born of convenience, and nothing more. He was determined to take advantage of every moment, and he stepped into the rain towards her. For the rest of his life, the smell of rainfall on dry ground would remind him of Lily and how her skin felt when it was soaked with rain. 

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Baby Blue

He knew it was foolish. Logic told him that he shouldn’t be bringing a child into the world when there was a war raging, but his complete adoration for Sophia told him that if she wanted a child, he couldn’t tell her no. They had been married for almost two years; it was socially acceptable for them to have a baby. People in the office kept shoving pictures of their children in his face, and he would turn to look at his redheaded wife, knowing that she was staring at him with her eyes wide and her lower lip pushed out in a pout. Sophia was was ready to be a mother, and he — well, he was busy pretending like his family wasn’t in danger every day. So far, he was doing a pretty good job. Amelia and Edgar still came over every Sunday for dinner, and both knew better than to bring up the war with him. Oliver was aware that he could lose Edgar any day to a mission for the Order or the Auror force, but he wasn’t focused on that. Edgar could — and would — protect himself. Mia had stepped back from the Auror force and taken a clerical job in the Ministry. As long as Edgar wasn’t caught on a mission for the Order, and the rest of family kept their heads down, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wouldn’t target the Bones. At least, this is what Oliver told himself at night when he couldn’t sleep for fear of the future. All they had to do was go about their daily lives, and they would be allowed to live. Right?

In the spring of 1979, Oliver finally gave in to Sophia’s pleading, and they began to try to conceive. By fall, they had succeeded. Months passed, Sophia began to show, and Oliver’s anxiety grew. His siblings and their significant others were thrilled; this would be the first Bones baby since Mia was born, and they were all excited to have a little light in the darkness of the war. Emmeline and Mia began spending ridiculous amounts of their paychecks on baby clothes, and Edgar and Cameron would argue over who would make the better uncle. Sophia’s family, while happy for the couple, were distinctly less excited; there were already more than ten Tubbs grandchildren fathered by her various brothers. Sophia, on the other hand, was lit up from the inside by the life growing within her. Oliver had always thought it was just a saying, but he found it to be the truth with his wife.

Oliver didn’t think about how he would be as a father. He planned with Sophia, bought and built baby furniture, purchased a few hundred diapers, and tried out a thousand names to find the right one. By the time June came, everything was ready for the baby, except for Oliver. Once in awhile, he would allow himself to wish that his father was still alive; even if his dad didn’t know the answers to all of the questions Oliver had, he would feel better being able to ask them. His biggest question, one he couldn’t ever tell anyone, was when would it feel real? It didn’t matter how often he glanced at the picture of the tiny baby growing in Sophia’s womb –– it still wasn’t real to him. It wasn’t real as he crossed off the days on his calendar (Sophia’s due date marked with a huge circle), it wasn’t real when Mia gave him a shirt that read “I’m the dad”, and it wasn’t real when Sophia woke him up early in the morning on June 9th. It wasn’t real until the midwife handed him a small screaming bundle, and he looked down into the dark blue eyes of his tiny daughter. Her name was Susan, her eyes would lighten to the same shade as his own, and she was the most real thing he had ever helped bring into the world. It didn’t matter that there was a war going on — Oliver would never let anything touch her.

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”I want to quomlicate you.”

Felix couldn’t really understand Quentin over the sound of his own chewing combined with the noise from the television. He and Quentin had decided to spend the night in the older man’s flat, and they’d settled for an old tv show when they couldn’t decide on a movie. Felix was paying attention to the antics of the grey and white people, and though he could feel Quentin’s eyes watching him, he kept his own eyes glued to the screen. When he heard the other man’s low tones, he turned to him, swallowing the kernels that were in his mouth regardless of how chewed they were. He felt a kernel scratch his throat, and he looked around for something to drink. Somewhere during this scramble, his mind caught up with his ears, and he finally comprehended Quentin’s words. Finding the soda he had opened earlier, he took a quick gulp before looking back at the man sitting across the couch. I want to complicate you. 

It was an odd thing for Quentin to say. His brown eyes turned hesitantly toward Quentin’s face, hoping to find some clues to just what he’d meant. Felix knew he was simple, but was that so terrible? He liked food, his job, his friends. As long as he had those three things and a place to sleep at night, he was happy. The fact of it was, Quentin was the first real relationship that Felix had ever been in, and he had certainly complicated Felix’s life. Between his feelings for the older man and the ongoing battle between his nerves and his hormones, Felix spent more time than he would like to admit thinking about what exactly that look meant, or what Q had been thinking when he’d sighed. He swallowed again, the soreness from the popcorn fading. Every move with the other man took courage, and he took at deep breath before he was able to reach for Quentin’s hand. “You already have.” He was sure that his cheeks had flushed as he spoke; he only hoped that the low light from the screen would hide any trace of it. With a squeeze of his fingers, he turned his gaze back to the television, very aware that he would be too focused on Quentin for the rest of the night to actually pay any attention to the storyline.

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"I'm wrecking this evening already and I'm loving every minute of it." -- Emi/Felix

Felix looked over at Emi, catching the wicked grin on her face. Nick had dragged them out to a bar to hang out with his latest fling, and Emi had been irritated from the moment they left their apartment. She wasn’t impressed with the attitude of Nick’s date, and Felix wasn’t sure, but he thought there might be some kind of a back story there. Emi was taking out her annoyance with the entire situation by upsetting things as much as possible between Nick and the guy (Was it Jason? Jackson?). So far, she had ‘forgotten’ her wallet at home so Nick had to pay for the cab and pick up the tab at the bar, over-salted Nick’s fries when his back was turned, and dumped the J-dude’s drink into his lap.

Nick was busy wiping at the guy’s crotch with a handful of napkins, and he didn’t hear Emi’s words. Felix knew his shouldn’t be encouraging her, but he found the situation hilarious. It was only a week before that he and Nick had gone to bed together, and now he was making him hang out with this guy he was seeing. He was too nice to say or do anything about it, but he felt like Emi was getting enough revenge for the both of them. Leaning over to Emi, he muttered to her. “Me too.” Flashing her a thumbs up, he hoped that J-dude would end up going home alone and not with Nick.

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Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Requested by redhairedflower (Aiden/Lily)

They had been teasing each other for an entire week and Aiden was reaching the limit of his self-control. After the first morning (when Lily burst her way into his shower) all modesty between the two of them had disappeared. During the day, he had taken to wearing close-fitting shirts, charmed tighter just to frustrate her. Lily seemed to have an endless supply of infuriatingly tiny skirts that he didn’t even think Aurors were allowed to own, let alone wear. At night, they both stripped down to the lowest amount of clothing they could wear without being nude, blaming it on the heat. In reality, the sultriness in the bed they shared only intensified as their clothes disappeared. Every morning, her hands found their way to his stomach while she was “sleeping”, and every morning, he pretended like it didn’t happen. He didn’t blame her –– his muscles were toned by months of professional Quidditch. And then, then there was the shower. After Lily took her hands away from him, he would get out of bed and get in the shower. She always followed, sliding in after him, and he would have to work very hard not to touch her as she soaped up her body. It was in this domain that Lily had complete, unchallenged victory.

Despite his desire to feel up her curves in return, Aiden continued to resist. It wasn’t that Lily was unwilling –– all of her actions implied that she would drop her panties the moment he asked her to, but something was holding him back. She was staying here as a part of her job, and he felt reluctant to return her advances. The last thing he wanted was to take advantage of his situation; she likely had her own romantic entanglements outside of this cabin, and he had his. Still, he couldn’t help but stare whenever she stood on her tiptoes trying to reach something off of a high shelf. Her skirt would rise, showing a taunting glimpse of one ass cheek, and he would swallow down the lustful words inviting her to undress right there. Because of her frequently repeated stunt of joining him in the shower, he knew what lay under her clothes, and he couldn’t help but wish she would tear them off and walk around naked. It was more maddening this way, he thought, that he couldn’t see her body.

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Semi-Hiatus

Sorry homies, I have no internet because I’m moving, and I probably won’t have internet for the indefinite future. I will be on sporadically, and I’m going to try and do my drafts even when I don’t have internet, but I think they’ll be posted in batches and only like once or twice a week. If this isn’t your cup of tea, you can block the tag azkadamnhiatus, or unfollow. Know that I love you all, and if you want to talk to me, you can ask me for my Skype, AIM, or iMessage.