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Welcome! My name is Ravena. My pronouns are she/they, and my house is Slytherin. I’ve read fanfic for a long time but I’ve only recently felt confident to start writing my own. Since I’m new to writing I love hearing feedback on all my works! You can find my writing on my blog by searching #ravenawrote and my longer fics linked bellow :) Hope you enjoy reading!! Also please feel free to send in prompts using my asks, I love love love prompts and am always excited to write new things and challenge myself!

Fanfic: Regulus Black x James Potter 

when you go (leave your shadow behind) (WIP) (M) Summary: The door opens and the light from the hall pours through, illuminating a silhouette. Regulus feels the air freeze in his lungs as he tracks his gaze frantically over rumpled brown hair and wide eyes.

“James!? What are you doing here?” His voice comes out a croak, cracked and an octave too low. Hesitantly he steps closer only to find himself twisted backwards and slammed violently against the wall.

“I’m not James.” The boy says roughly, his green eyes flashing as he jabs his wand directly into Regulus’s neck. “James is dead.”

what a shame (2.4K) (M)

Regulus can’t look away from him. James is watching him searchingly, wonder in his warm eyes, beautiful, even red rimmed and desperate.

Regulus wants to take him home. He wants to grab Jame’s face and press their lips together so gently that James will forget his own name, will forget the war, will forget every time he’s pulled his hand away and left Regulus's palm empty.

He wants to take him to bed. He wants James so bad he bites down on his tongue until he tastes metal. He wants to crawl inside his body and pry his way under his ribcage, fingers cradling his heart. He wants to hear it beat against him forever. Safe.

Regulus wants to touch him so bad his hands shake.

Fanfic: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Inexplicable Things (34.8K) (E) Summary: No way, no way in hell. Draco is supposed to be in France or America or, wherever else he’d deemed more important than Harry when he left five years ago. Draco is not supposed to be showing up at the DMLE out of the blue, forcing Harry to watch him as he struts confidently across the room towards him.

How to Say Goodbye (7.3K) (T) Summary: Harry dumps him. Draco copes. 

Infiltrate the Slytherins (8.9K) (T) Summary: Ron & Blaise started a liquor business. Blaise moved in. Slytherins took over the sitting room. Harry didn't know how to feel about any of it.

Bonded (16K) (T) Summary: Harry gets assigned the most boring Auror case in the world with the most horrible partner. Featuring a certain blonde nemesis, ancient magic bonds, a dragon, and a little too much Pansy/Hermione love (in Harry’s opinion).

Boy with a Dragon Tattoo (4K) (T) Summary: Draco and Harry get drunk at a party. Banter and kissing ensues.

Fanfic: Harry Styles x Louis Tomlinson

Falling (1.6K) (M) Summary: Louis has avidly avoided listening to Harry’s new album for so long. Now, it’s chosen to ambush him in a grocery store.

I’m getting really into binding my own fanfics. The problem is I hate the typesetting portion of the task. I’ve been able to find some typesets for fics I like on tumblr and stuff from stumbling across them but does anyone have recommendations for people or accounts that often post typesets? Would love it if someone could help me out 💜 

what a shame

All Regulus can focus on is James’s bowed head, dark bar falling into his eyes, chest pressed against the bar in front of him. The soft slope of his nose and the gentle curve of his jaw. He licks his lips and Regulus tastes honey in the back of his throat. 

His breath is frozen in his chest. He can’t remember how many times he’s hoped for this. Longed for James to come back to him, even as a shadow, even as a dream. 

James pulls his beer closer to him. Regulus watches as his lips part gently over the top of the bottle and he tips his head back closing his eyes tight. 

It’s a sucker punch to the stomach. James. Here. Because Regulus knows that James could have loved him if he let himself. If he could just get past his mistakes, if he could just get past — 

“Excuse me,” Someone grunts behind him and Regulus spins on them in an instant, hand reaching frantically for his wand. 

“Sorry lad, you’re in the doorway,” The man says gently brushing past him into the bar. 

Regulus feels a lump bloom in his throat. This is what the war has made him into. He is a weapon and he is so so tired. He wants someone to tell him what to do. To tell him how to stop the fighting and the deaths and the never ending blood pooling in his palms. 

James leans forward in his seat. Regulus watches the muscles in his shoulders clench and release under the thin fabric of his dark blue shirt. 

He can’t decide if he should stay or if he should go. His hands start to sweat. It’s hard to breathe against the iron pressure of his ribs. 

He should go. 

But then James turns his head and Regulus’s heart jolts in his chest like he’s just been electrocuted. 

Can someone plz tell me who had died so far in crimson rivers by zeppazariel? I want to read it so bad but I just need to know who dies before I can commit to it lol. I would be so grateful if someone who’s reading it could let me know!!

“Well, you’ve changed,” Harry says simply, he pauses for a second and then flinches slightly as if hit with a sudden thought. “You know, he might not forgive you for leaving Lily. You need to be prepared for that.”

His words hit Regulus like a punch to the gut. Of course James won’t forgive him. He’s always had the privilege of hope, the ability to circumvent regret. And it’s not fair because undoubtedly he’ll fail to recognize the bigger picture. He’ll refuse to believe that everyone he loves is predestined for death. He’ll think that if he can just try harder, and do better, and give more, he’ll receive the happy ending he deserves. It makes Regulus’s blood boil.

“You’re right,” Regulus clenches his jaw.

“So wherever you take him will need to have anti-aperation wards,” Harry tells him calmly, “And you’ll need to take his wand away.”

“You’re not against this?” Regulus asks him, surprised, “You just told me that your dad will hate me for what I’m about to attempt and you’re still telling me to do it?”

“Regulus,” Harry says softly, “I’d rather have one parent someday than no parents at all.” He coughs but it doesn’t cover the crack in his voice, “If things get bad remind him about me. Tell him I need him.”

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He sags against the side of the bed and runs his fingers delicately over his temples in an attempt to soothe the splitting ache. The hangings in the room look different then he remembers. He kicks a book across the floor and watches it land in a puff of dust.

Sirius walked out of this room for the last time with a single backpack of clothes.

Regulus knows because he’d been there. He’d watched as Sirius stepped past him out of the hallway, his face carefully blank. That’s when the feeling had taken root, twisting in his gut and putting out tendrils. Regulus thinks some might call it jealousy but, couldn’t he also call it faith? To believe that there was a better ending out there for him somewhere?

“I did it,” Regulus says softly. There’s something blooming in his chest that he hasn’t felt in years. “I did it,” Regulus repeats louder. He can feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He blinks them back and straightens up. If he knows anything it’s that this isn’t where it ends.

from my wip: when you go (leave your shadow behind) 

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“Hello? Hello in thereeee,” she screeches. Regulus winces and opens his eyes. He can’t wait them out forever.

“See I knew he was awake,” she calls triumphantly over her shoulder.

The boy walks forward into his line of sight and Regulus twitches hard enough that the ropes dig painfully into his skin.

He’s James but also… decidedly not. His shoulders are a little slimmer and his hair a little curlier. He’s all Potter cheekbones and mouth but his tan complexion is a shade lighter than James. As he walks closer, Regulus notices he carries himself with straight backed precision. Nothing like the lackadaisical stroll that's so familiar. When he bends closer his eyes catch the light and burn a brilliant green.

Regulus catches his gaze and holds it. The boy’s gaze sharpens even though his face stays deliberately blank.

“Who are you?” He breathes, he can feel his hands trembling.

“I think I’m the one that should be asking you that.” The boy’s tone is carefully flat.

“I don’t know about that,” Regulus replies, cocking his eyebrow, “after all you’re the one in my house.”

The girl gasps. The boy looks at her quisically and shrugs, turning back to him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I live here.”

Excerpt from my wip piece: when you go (leave your shadow behind)

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“Don’t give me that.” James corners him against the wall, his voice rising.  “Merlin, you know I’m so tired of this. Do you see what we do to Severus every day for the way he acts? And you’re just as bad as him.” He pauses. 

Regulus tries to say something but his tongue feels numb and clumsy in his mouth.

“You know what, maybe you’re worse,” James continues quieter, “because you know what you’re doing is wrong but you’re too scared to change.” He shoves Regulus in the chest and he stumbles backwards, his back hitting the wall in a solid thump.

“I’m sorry,” Regulus whispers. “But you know I don’t have a choice.”

“That's the thing,” James hisses, “You do. I keep hoping you’ll understand but I’m realizing that you’re nothing like Sirius, you’ll never be like him. And it’s killing me because I still love you. That’s the worst part about this.” His voice cracks, furious tears cling to his eyelashes. “I love you Regulus and I don’t deserve it. He pulls away, stepping neatly backwards. “This is not what I deserve.”

Regulus stands frozen against the wall as James stalks down the hallway. Love, he thinks numbly, is that what this is?

An excerpt from my new wip: when you go (leave your shadow behind) 

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when you go (leave your shadow behind) 

pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

summary:

The door opens and the light from the hall pours through, illuminating a silhouette. Regulus feels the air freeze in his lungs as he tracks his gaze frantically over rumpled brown hair and wide eyes.

“James!? What are you doing here?” His voice comes out a croak, cracked and an octave too low. Hesitantly he steps closer only to find himself twisted backwards and slammed violently against the wall.

“I’m not James.” The boy says roughly, his green eyes flashing as he jabs his wand directly into Regulus’s neck. “James is dead.”

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When people ask how I am doing I want to say 

i think i will spend the rest of my life in a flinch. on the edge of a precipice. counting all the almosts and shivering in the silent air where your name echoes like a gunshot.

A fluffy fic for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Angel Baby by Troye Sivan. I love Troye so this was such a fun prompt to do! Hope you all enjoy this piece :) 

Draco shows up drunk. Harry can tell he’s drunk because he opens the front door and immediately stumbles straight into the umbrella holder. There’s a small grin on his lips and when Harry reaches over to help him up Draco leans into his chest and his lips stretch wider. Harry watches as his smile grows teeth. 

“Congratulations,” Draco whispers, his hot breath tickling Harry’s ear. 

“Congratulations on what?” Harry asks just as quietly. He leans in, watches Draco’s lashes flutter dark against his opalescent skin. 

“Having the hottest boyfriend ever, of course,” Draco says flippantly. He shifts backing up slightly to shimmy off his tailored suit jacket. 

“Obviously,” Harry chuckles. He takes the cloth from Draco’s hands and settles in gently on the coat rack. 

Draco crowds back into his space. His hand falls to Harry’s solar plexus pushing him back against the wall. 

When their eyes meet Harry’s breath catches. When their lips meet his chest relaxes all at once in a muffled gasp. Harry likes the idea that Draco’s body has become his breath, that with every rise and fall of his lungs Draco’s pulse will beat faster. 

He thinks he could stand here forever, the hard wall digging into his back, his body cradled in the careful warmth of Draco’s arms.

Her Loss

People expect her suffering to be beautiful,  like death floats in on gossamer wings and she mourns  by a windowsill, her tears few and far between, meaningful like diamonds, even her grief must be free of flaws,  her loss becomes a sacrifice, an inspiration, afterwards  she will volunteer at a soup kitchen, run a marathon, become a doctor, a therapist, a silent wife. She finds herself  in the quiet, she is always lurking in the dark, every gentle word she speaks feels like screaming into an empty hallway, she bites her tongue until it bleeds and everyone calls her  strong.

An Ode to My Regret After Olivia Gatwood 

You wilting white lily blooming fresh in my lungs,  pity driven traveler hiking desert with no trail, I could  describe you forever as a ghost, I could learn  the name of every trip and tear of you,  but I know you my sodden heart, my fingers  scratched angry and raw from your sandpaper, are more than they pin you as, because what are you if not a recognition,  that maybe we had something good once,  like when you tumbled head first off the back of Eli’s bike and afterwards  with tears in your eyes, you smiled  and told me that it felt like flying, crimson trickled down your legs and stained the thick cream carpet but the next summer  your skin had budded and opened into a rose of a scar,  you are born from an ending,  I would never have been ready for, you sucker punch  intruder, gentle fingers picking all the locks,  taking everything and leaving only flowers, this house is full to bursting with your scent, now, when I look at my reflection you look back at me, scarlet lips and pointed teeth,  your bite would teach anyone to bleed, I only forgive you  in the soft dusk, you set my body down gently,  and I dissolve, when I wake I will find myself again in the deep blue of your eyes