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Chapter 6: Bitter

Word Count: 535 Previous Prompt – Next Prompt - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I am nothing without her… really? Did humans rely so much on having another half that they were incomplete otherwise? Zarzamon pondered over the situation, his unblinking gaze unwavering from Ryan. There was a silence that settled in the air, one that potentially was a social cue to speak. Was there really an expectation for him to speak after just having his ear talked off? Giving the silence another minute, Zarzamon settled on that it was indeed a social cue. “It appears I missed a crucial point to the story: why did she abandon you?” Zarzamon inquired. He also may have missed it because he was too busy wondering what did he do to deserve this. Why had the summoning bell chosen him? 

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Chapter 12: Obsess

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The streets were packed with individuals roaming about trying to get to a destination. Bundled up from the cold, wisps of clouds escaped them as they walked. It was loud, with vehicles zipping by on the road, honking at one another sometimes. The snow was plowed off the roads, and the sidewalks, forming barriers on either side. Occasional ice patches covered the sidewalk, claiming a victim to stumble slightly if they misplaced their feet. The city was very much alive.

They had spent the morning roaming about, and ducking into a cafe at some point to eat. Apparently they had time to kill before Kassidy would be out and about. Ryan introduced Zarzamon to coffee, and some strange bread concoction called a “muffin”. Their stay within the cafe was short-lived because of the strange looks they received from their conversations. Deciding it best to avoid the unwanted attention, Ryan guided Zarzamon to the park in the vicinity. They sat on a frigid park bench, bundled up in endless layers. Ryan sat mildly hunched over, cuddling his second cup of coffee in an attempt to leech the warmth from it while his companion seemed just fine with the temperatures. Or perhaps he was distracted by the phone Ryan bought him earlier.  

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Chapter 13: Waiting

Word Count: 444 Previous Prompt – Next Prompt - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The park was a lovely place to exist in the late afternoon. Despite the frigid temperatures people still left their homes to stomp about in the snow, and enjoy the outside city life. Parents brought their offspring to slush about and throw balls of snow at one another while imitating wars. The wars were often accompanied by screams and giggles that echoed across the park. Others opted to flop onto the ground and flail their limbs in a manner resembling an attempt at swimming. Once they felt they swam enough, they would stand up to laugh at the impression they left or drag their parents to notice. 

As many times as demons walked Earth’s plane, few ever were there to see the mundane aspects of the world. None really bothered to simply sit, and take in the scenery. But now Zarzamon has a golden opportunity to merely exist. Patience was something he always struggled with, and today was no exception. It was a matter of waiting for the right time, for her to walk along the street toward the bar. The longer they both existed on the bench, the less cold it felt. Ryan stopped slouching over his mug, and leaned back on the park bench. His leg started bouncing up and down in a rapid fashion as he stared toward the street. It appeared the human was equally impatient, or was he anxious? 

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Chapter 14: Play

Word Count: 920 Previous Prompt – Next Prompt - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There she was, moving with confident strides amongst the tables within the little bar she chose to duck into. That purple hair, styled in gentle waves, swaying as she moved. Beneath her feet, the heels of her black boots clicked on the wooden floors, leaving faint imprints of salt from the outdoors. Shedding her jacket, she hung it on the end of the booth, and slipped into it to join three females. They greeted her with smiles, indicating she was a welcome addition to the conversation.

This bar seemed like a valid environment for a low key hang out. It was lined with booths, a few tables scattered about, but the main attraction seemed to be the two pool tables near the back corner each presently in use. The lighting was dimmed slightly, allowing the on the booth tables to be accented by the small candles. There was no annoying music in the background, or if there was it was being played softly enough that multiple conversations drowned it out.

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Chapter 15: Scream

Word Count: 885 Previous Prompt – Next Prompt - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tapping his fingers on the table, Zarzamon wondered what his next move would be. Did he even stand a chance with the direct approach? Perhaps he ought to buy the girl Abigail a drink next? Considering her name was the only one given, it seemed like Kassidy was trying to imply something. During his pondering the foam along the top of the black liquid starting to lie low, and the glass was nearly empty. He looked at his phone, which he had stuck on silent somehow, and saw a message from Ryan come in: “How’s it going?” It read.

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Chapter 16: Wild

Word Count: 719 Previous Prompt – Next Prompt - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Darkness settled over the city, and the sidewalks were empty. Aside from the occasional vehicle zipping by, there was no one in the public area, no one but the group that had just left the bar.

Incompetent mortals, Zarzamon thought to himself as he darted around the corner seeking the source of the scream. He was annoyed with their actions, a wild card outcome. As the scene came into view, he came to an abrupt stop. 

Sure enough, before him, unaccountable events were unfolding. Tucked away behind the bar, a dark alley existed, lit only by the feeble light that streamed in from the street lamps. Through the shadows, he could see Kassidy was backing away to a dead end of the ally, with the humans slowly approaching her. Their jeering, disgusting remarks echoing against the walls, resonating in his ears. This outcome was not the one he sought, but at least it was about to give him an excuse to play the hero card. 

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Chapter 17: Safety

Word Count: 671 Previous Prompt – Next Prompt - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Usually in a love story, when two people run off into the night it is a happy ending. In a criminal plotline they run off into the night to hide, and take on new identities. The two people running off into the night were doing neither, for this story, although stemming from love, was going in a downward spiral. He indirectly became her protector, a protector that would need to destroy her one day. Their pace was less of a run and more of a brisk stumble, but Zarzamon never let go of her. For someone who had been so full of energy a moment ago, it felt like he had a shell in tow. He needed to place a solid amount of distance between himself and the men. A part of him knew if he fully regressed into his beastly form she would flee.

Stopping, Zarzamon kept his hand locked on her own in the instance she would try running away from him. Reading emotions from a face was already difficult, but what emotions lead to a blank face? Her eyes seemed a little glossed over, while also frantically glancing behind them. She appeared to be waiting for them to come over… paranoia? Was that the term? It appeared there was a level of fear there. 

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God forgive me I have no idea how this site even works-

Tried to make a smol fanart for @half-blood-potions-master‘s great fanfic ewe

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AHHHHHHH!!!! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!!! I’M IN LOVE AND SO FLATTERED!!!!!!!!! 

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I just wanna wrap myself in a large black cloak right now

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Day 13: Ash

Decided to take a different approach with this one which took a lot longer than I would have liked

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The Astronomy Tower

Year 6 - Chapter 42

Summary: You surprisingly receive a letter you’d never expected to get, leaving you wondering how to respond

Word count: 3246

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I think I’ve managed to get over my writers block so hopefully the quality of this chapter is better. I hope I did it justice and I hope you all enjoy it 😊

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Sitting in the Great Hall, you were mindlessly eating a cheese scone as you read the Transfiguration book on Animagus’ that McGonagall had given you permission to borrow from the library. You’d found the subject quite enticing and you were glad you’d decided to continue taking it this year, despite Severus telling you it wasn’t a skill you’d need, it was definitely a skill you enjoyed working on.

Suddenly, the table beneath your elbows gave a hard thud, scaring you as you’d been so focused on your book, you’d managed to completely filter out all sense of your surroundings. You slowly looked over your book and saw two dark round eyes looking back at you. An owl? What was an owl doing here? Was it possible for them to get their correspondents mixed up? I mean, the letter couldn’t have been for you. The only owls you’d received were from Hogwarts and there was no reason for you to receive one now. Unless, perhaps you were in some sort of trouble, or worse, what if your Head of House had decided you weren’t fit for Captain and this was the letter telling you to relinquish your position.

You quickly set your book aside and reached out to untie the small note from his leg. Once he was freed of the parchment, you stared at him, waiting for him to fly away, but he simply stood there, staring at you with those big black eyes, clearly wanting something from you. You looked around hesitantly, not really knowing what to do until you watched others interact with their own owls, rewarding them with food. You looked back at the owl in front of you, swearing his eyes had widened as it took a step forward, knocking some plate to the side. You slowly stretched out your arm, offering it the rest of your scone.  

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A Step Forward

Year 6 - Chapter 43

Summary: The sun finally comes out and you make plans to take a walk with Severus. 

Word count: 1515

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Weeks passed until the sun finally decided to make an appearance, leaving you exhilarated as you’d been stuck in doors for far too long. Smiling, you rolled out of bed, glad to finally see light coming through the window of the girl’s dorm. It was the first Saturday of the year you felt able to finally enjoy and you knew your plans would not disappoint. Severus, knowing your inability to stay caged inside the castle too long, had offered to take a stroll around the lake with you before breakfast, which you thought was just the perfect way to start the day. 

Your chest filled with excitement as you quickly got dressed, barely bothering to fix up your hair before grabbing your bag and heading out the door, doing your best not to wake those still asleep. Things with Severus had mellowed down a lot more as you noticed his attitude towards you had truly changed, just like he’d promised. He was much warmer towards you, always thinking of you, wanting nothing more than to give you the world. It was quite nice to be treated as though you were the only person in the world that mattered, but you had to admit, what happened between you two had caused you to put up a wall you weren’t sure would ever come down. 

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Hiding Spots

Year 6 - Chapter 44

Summary: Students are asked to evacuate the castle in preparation for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, but you and Severus have other plans in mind.

Word count: 3186

A/N: I just want to remind you all that feedback is always welcome, including constructive criticism. I want to evolve and improve my writing, so if there’s anything you think I can work on, please do feel free to reach out 🙂 

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“Severus?” you whispered into your surroundings, searching for him as you rounded the corner around Gryffindor Tower. “Severus?” you tried again, squinting your eyes as you narrowed down on the trees ahead in the hopes that it would help you spot him. You hadn’t exactly talked about where you’d meet, hence why you assumed it would be near the same tree where you’d met last time. But as you’d already waited there ten minutes, you thought it prudent to search elsewhere, fearing that he had a different meeting spot in mind.

The area around the tower was quite wide, which had you worried about getting caught if you didn’t find Severus soon. You frantically continued searching, doing your best to stay hidden yourself when suddenly, you felt a hand placed on your shoulder causing you to spin round. Please let it be Severus, please let it be Severus.

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Finally finished him. He’s not too pleased with the bow on his head, but I think he’s pretty cute. I also filmed the process. Maybe I’ll post it when I find time to put together the clips. Either way, it was a fun little project hehe

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Spring and Braids

Year 6 - Chapter 45

Summary: Spring has finally arrived, leaving the grounds of Hogwarts covered in sunshine. You spend a lovely afternoon outside studying with Severus one evening, enjoying the air and the company.

Word count: 1678

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Laying on your stomach, you tried to focus on the many textbooks laid out on the bright green grass, enveloped by the spring air, but your eyes kept glancing back towards Severus, every move he made caught in your peripherals. He’d been gradually hunching over his own books for the last fifteen minutes and it irritated the hell out of you. No matter what position he started in, he seemed to always end up lowering his head so he was closer to the book in his hands. You had tried to tell him to bring the book up closer so he wasn’t slouching so much, but judging by his current position, he’d either decided not to heed your advice or couldn’t break out of his old habit. 

As a Quidditch player, you were all too aware of the importance of good posture as it greatly aided you in maneuvering your broom and gliding through the air seamlessly. So, when you see someone else sitting with their back hunched over, like the way Severus was sitting right now, you always end up feeling a tremendous urge to go over, straighten their back and give a long lecture on how important posture is. 

Distracted from your studies, your eyes shifted towards the raven-haired boy as you watched him struggle to keep his hair out of his face. Rocking your hips a bit to ease the pressure off your stomach, you got a glimpse of his back and realized he had neglected to cut his hair all year, causing it to grow abnormally long as it now reached past his shoulder blades. 

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The Triwizard Victor

Year 6 - Chapter 46

Summary: The final task of the Triwizard Tournament rolls around and you make plans with Severus to view it together as you’d already missed the previous two tasks. But when you don’t show up to your meeting spot, Severus begins to worry, which quickly turns into complete horror as the task comes to an end.

Word count: 4027

Warnings: Physical pain

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Severus peered over towards the entrance of the castle, beginning to worry something dreadfully concerning was keeping you from meeting him. There were only a few straggling students left making their way to the newly built stadium, adjacent from where he stood outside the Quidditch pitch and with each step he took as he paced across the entrance, his concern grew eminently larger. It wasn’t like you to be this late and it was your idea to watch the Triwizard Finale in the first place, so why were you lagging behind today, neglecting to meet him where you’d planned?

Thinking you may have misunderstood your meeting spot, he made his way to the stadium that had been set up at the edge of the forbidden forest for the night’s event. He was supposed to meet you first and then join the crowd with you, but when you didn’t show up, he thought maybe you couldn’t find him and made your way to the event alone. At least, he hoped that was the case.

As he entered the fully packed stadium, he began to look around, searching for you. He found an empty seat on the top row and peered down, hoping it would give him a better vantage point as he continued to gaze at the crowd below him. Disappointment seeped in as Dumbledore stood from his seat and began introducing the three Champions as well as the task at hand. Severus barely paid attention as he scanned the crowd carefully a third time in an attempt to catch even a small indication of your presence within the arena to no avail. 

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Thought I’d try a new art style with Severus and my OC, Raven Blackwood (Sev’s Ray of sunshine). She’s who I’m writing The Lion, The Snake and The Locket (LSL) for, hence why reader is a Gryffindor lol

Sev is based off of book Snape not movie Snape