Stories From Guardian - Chapter 11 - The Offer of Metal and Souls
Chapter 11 of Stories from Guardian, “The Offer of Metal and Souls”, is now out on Wattpad.
Gleth awakens in a strange, empty room, and finds that she is unable to feel any emotion. A voice that seems to know everything about her informs her that she has just died, but reveals to her that it has an offer for her.
Stories From Guardian - Chapter 9 - Elsewhere Pt. 1
Chapter 9 of Stories from Guardian, “Elsewhere Pt. 1”, is now out on Wattpad.
A man wakes up in a strange room with no memory of how he got there other than fragments from a plane crash. As he explores, he finds that nothing quite seems right: the calendar on the wall is formatted wrong, everything he finds is written in an unfamiliar language, and all his wounds have seemingly magically healed.
Chapter 7 of Stories from Guardian, “Last Day”, is now out on Wattpad.
It’s undeniable now. An invasion is coming, and soon. A seemingly endless storm of guns, blades, and metal. Someone finds the loneliest place he can, and wonders if he could have done something differently. Another desperately searches for something, only to find they truly have no escape. And they both come to realize that, no matter any foreseeable outcome, this is their last day.
Chapter 7 of Stories from Guardian, “Midnight Hunt”, is now out on Wattpad.
It’s been generations since the mice were driven out of the central cave by the cats, and none have been seen anywhere near it in over 7 orbits. But one night, Kria, a guard for the cave, spots three mice sneaking out, and decides to follow them. But what she finds could mean the fall of the whole colony.
A collection of short stories set on starbase CB-29-17-C “Guardian”, a space station wider than most star systems, and even taller still. It is home to over 1.2 decillion people, and hosts more environments than every planet in the galaxy combined. From urban cityscapes, where a woman is trying to decode a mysterious note, to dense forests, where someone finds an unconscious man, and decides to take them in, and even to dark, lonely streets, long since abandoned, where something still hunts.
A fell asleep on public transport. B is sitting right next to them, and as they see the next stop coming up, they wake A up to ask if it’s their stop. (bonus points if Bcaught glimpses of them while they slept, adoring how peaceful they looked!)
A lost something in public and is freaking out. that is, until Bfound whatAwas looking for, and asks if it’s theirs.
it’s raining/snowing and BnoticedAis without proper clothing/equipment, like an umbrella or a jacket. so what does B do? they ask if A wants their only jacket/asks A if they want to share an umbrella.
AandB get paired up for a boring project, but together they make it fun!
the classic “the parents dragged AandB to a boring party and they become friends.”
B gets something tasty looking from a restaurant/cafe/etc. and, despite A being shy or nervous, they ask what it is.
A wants the last of something (ex. a donut or bag) but they and B grab it simultaneously. now they stare at each other for a little too long before B frantically says, “you can have it!” and then they go back and forth insisting the other can have it. (bonus points if their hands touch!)
AandB are sitting next to each other on a long flight. despite them going to the same place, it’s for completely different reasons. A is going for a funeral, and B is going for a friend’s wedding. out of nowhere, A starts crying, and though it’s hardly audible, B notices and starts comforting Aimmediately.by the end of the flight, they both have each other’s numbers!
no one said these had to be realistic, right? perfect. A is out in public and sees a familiar figure. the thing is, A is mistaking B, a stranger A has never saw until now, for their best friend. A quickens their walking to catch up with their “best friend.” when they eventually do, they scare them from the back, but when B turns around, A’s smile falls. AexpectsB to get reasonably upset, but instead, B laughs. a strong friendship (maybe even a romantic relationship?) ensues.
again, might be unrealistic yet adorable! A finds a cat/dog on the street, but they don’t have a collar, so A starts treating them as their own. that is until B starts knocking on people’s doors, describing the pet and asking if anyone has seen them. when B gets to A’sdoor,A immediately knows they have that exact pet. depending on who you portray A to be, they may consider lying and saying they don’t have it, but in the end, they end up giving the pet back. the pet, however, is very attached to A, and tries to stay. B notices this and tells A that they can keep the pet, just as long as they stay in contact so B can visit it whenever! a strong relationship between AandB ensues :)
Bella Rosenthorn’s life was going perfectly according to plan. She was popular, smart, adored by everyone who met her. Everything seemed perfect; until the night that a drunken car ride almost takes her life. Stuck in a coma at the hospital and seemingly hopeless, Bella is pulled into the world of her subconscious. There, she meets Julian, an exuberant and reckless boy who exposes her to a life beyond her imagination. Through him, Bella is introduced to the Street Soldiers, a group of teenagers who never have to grow up and never plan on it. However, a darkness lurks on the edges, as the malevolent Morpheus continuously torments Julian and the other Soldiers.
Meanwhile, back in the waking world, lanky teen Hogan Barrie fights to keep Bella on life support and bring her back to the land of the living. Bella, Julian and Hogan must face the struggles of love, war, life and eventually learn what is the true essence of youth.
So I just realized my story “Flowers Blooming in Your Lungs” got reported in wattpad and been removed. Why, I have no idea. It doesn’t even have smut in it. I still have the story on ao3, so I’m more bummed about the drafts I had in it and the fact it was one of my first story into this fandom. Also, it was one of my plottier one……. Like, there’s actually considerable effort going on in the world building thing. And plot. I like this story. I probably would care less if it was the drabbles. Most of them are also on ao3, but I would be bummed about the unfinished drafts in it. There was a lot…….
Also, I’ve been told apparently hater(s) been going around reporting things? This right?
The beaming face of Mrs Weasley was one of your favorite sights in the world.
“Oh my dear!” She exclaimed, bustling towards the Ford Angelia. She wiped her hands on her floral apron before crushing you into a tight, loving hug. Glaring at her sons over your shoulder (she still didn’t approve of them flying the car), she smoothed your hair down and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you so much for inviting me this summer, Mrs. Weasley,” you said once she let you go.
“Of course, dear! I know Ron was so excited to have you stay with us,” she told you as she gave both her sons a quirk, yet terse, kiss on the cheek. The mention of Ron’s name made the twins wiggle their eyebrows teasingly as you felt your face heat up.
“Come on, dinner’s almost ready,” Mrs Weasley announced, “Percy is working, and Ron is out, as you know, but the rest of the family is here so we will need to set up the large tables outside.” Mrs Weasley snapped her fingers at Fred and George who were hoisting your trunk out of the back of the car.
“You two,” she directed, “I’ll magic her trunk upstairs while you set up the tables. And remember- no funny business. I’ve had it up to here with your tricks and pranks and the summer’s barely started!” she exclaimed.
Giggling slightly as Fred stuck his tongue out at his mother, you turned to watch Mrs Weasley in awe as she raised her wand. Your trunk started lifting gently into the air, flying towards the house. As she focused on her spell, you watched as Mrs Weasley directed your trunk through and open window a few floors up in the house.
It was astonishing to see magic used so casually around a household. You weren’t allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts yet and since your parents were Muggles, this was a new sight for you. No matter how strange it felt, you found yourself excited. A whole summer full of magic and your best friends, what could be better?
“Dear, you’ll be staying in Ron’s room until he returns, is that alright with you? It’ll only be for a couple days,” Mrs Weasley told you.
You nodded quickly, “Yes that’s great, thank you again for letting me stay.”
After she reassured you that it was really no trouble, Mrs Weasley led you inside The Burrow. Your jaw dropped as you took in their home. Magic seemed to be pouring out of every item in the house. The dishes were washing themselves, a pair of floating needles were knitting a scarf, and a peculiar clock was hanging on the wall that had all of the Weasley’s faces on it. The clock had each family member pointed to a different location. As Mrs Weasley said, all of them were facing “home”, except for Percy which was pointed at “work” and Ron who was facing “Diagon Alley.”
“What’s Ron in Diagon Alley for?” You asked out loud in the living room. “Is he buying something?”
“It’s a surprise,” came a familiar voice. You spun around to see your close friend, and roommate at Hogwarts, Ginny.
“Ginny!” You yelled as you ran to her and engulfed her in a warm hug. She returned the gesture and laughed at your enthusiasm. Even though it had only been a few weeks since school let out, you feel like you hadn’t seen your friend in forever.
Although Ron was your best friend, it was nice to have your girl friends as well. You always looked forward to nights staying up late in your dormitory with Hermione and Ginny where you could freely gossip and joke without the boys listening. They, unlike the twins, were very understanding of your hidden feelings for Ron and didn’t try to pressure you into confessing them.
A loud thud, followed by boisterous laughter, broke you out of your thoughts as you and Ginny rushed outside to see what the commotion was. Lying flat on his back, a large wooden table pinning him to the ground, was none other than Bill Weasley.
The first time you had met Bill was when the Weasleys had come to visit Ron at Hogsmead in your second year. That day was unforgettable. It only took one look, and you had your first crush. He was tall, lanky, with long hair and a dragon tooth earring, and you were done for. You spent a majority of the next few months pestering Ron with questions about his mysterious older brother. After a while, he got so annoyed with you that anytime you even said Bill’s name, Ron would threaten to write home and tell his brother that you were secretely a half-goblin.
Your crush on Bill eventually faded and from there on out your feelings for him disappeared with it. He was still your first crush, and your heart still rattled against your ribcage when he winked at you from underneath the wooden table, but you knew nothing would ever come of it.
The twins fell into another fit of laughter at the sight of Bill splayed on the ground, obvious that he just lost a mid-air table fight that Ginny said were common at the Weasley household before dinner time.
After the tables had been assembled properly and you helped lay out the plates, Mrs Weasley brought the food to the table. The sight of fresh salad, roast potatoes, chicken-and-ham pie, and meatballs with onion sauce made your mouth water as you realized how hungry you were. Once the food hit the table, forks and spoons were already digging into the delicious meal.
You were so pleased to be eating with the Weasleys that at multiple points at dinner you felt yourself gazing around the noisy crowd, beyond thankful for the millionth time that day to be staying with them the whole summer. You grinned as George put two breadsticks under his mouth to look like a walrus, which earned a laugh from both Fred and Ginny. Mrs Weasley and Bill were arguing about Bill’s earring again, and Charlie and Mr Weasley were deep in conversation about the next Quidditch match between the Falmouth Falcons and Holyhead Harpies.
Once dinner was finished, you helped clear the table and went to the kitchen to ask Mrs Weasley if she needed any more help. You offered to do the dishes, but she only laughed as she waved her wand and the plates started bubbling with soap and scrubbing themselves.
The family said goodnight to each other as the sun set and you followed Ginny up the stairs, parting with her once she pointed out where Ron’s room was. You thanked her as she trudged up the stairs to bed and you slowly pushed the door open. Once or twice you’ve caught yourself wondering what Ron’s room looked like, but no amount of thought could have prepared you for the vast amount of violent orange that hit you once the door opened.
You walked into the room, spinning in a circle as you took in the decorations. Covering every inch of the walls and ceiling were Chudley Cannons posters. You knew the Cannons were his favorite Quidditch team but this was really some dedication.
The messy pile of school books and parchment shoved in the corner of Ron’s room made you laugh. You knew this summer you were going to have to pester him to complete his summer work or else it will never get done.
Closing the door behind you, you set your trunk on the bed, the sheets also a bright orange color, and pulled out your pajamas. You hastily changed into them, feeling quite odd to be taking off your clothes in your best friend’s room, and then put your trunk back down on the floor.
The bed sank underneath your weight as you sat down, pulling the covers over yourself. You took a deep breath in and smiling subconsciously as you realized the sheets smelled like Ron’s shampoo.
As you reached to turn off the light on the nightstand table, something caught your eye. Hidden underneath the table was a light brown shoebox, labeled with what looked like your name on the side. Before you could even think about it, your hands were reaching down and pulling the box onto your lap. Sure enough, “y/n” was scrawled onto the box in Ron’s slanted handwriting.
Was it an invasion of his privacy to open this box? You wondered to yourself. It’s in his room, obviously hidden under the nightstand so nobody except him could find it. But it has my name on it, so surely I’d be allowed to look at it. Right?
In the end, curiosity got the better of you and you flipped the lid open.
Inside were hundreds of pieces of parchment, with black inked handwriting sitting inside. Upon closer inspection, you realized every piece of paper was from you. Every sly note passed in Charms class, every silly cartoon you drew of Snape, and every letter you ever sent Ron was sitting in this box. Your cheeks flushed as you picked up a longer letter you wrote him.
Last June, when your parents unexpectedly left for another foreign trip again, you confided in Ron about how lonely you felt. That summer, you and him exchanged long letters constantly, talking about anything and everything. The fact that Ron had saved all of those letters, just as you did in the drawer in your room, made your heart warm.
Sighing lightly, you put the letters back into the box and put it in its place under the nightstand. You turned off the light and soon were met with just your own thoughts to keep you company.
You drifted to sleep with the thought of Ron’s hidden letters, wondering if this meant he felt the same way about you. Pushing the thought out of your mind, you hated to get your hopes up, you flipped to your other side and tried to go to bed. But Ron’s smell was still on the pillowcase and you fell asleep with the freckled, red haired boy on your mind.
“I think this is the most unnecessarily stupid thing either of you has ever done,” you said, not bothering to hide the wide grin on your face.
Fred and George Weasley beamed at you from outside of your bedroom window, where they were suspended in the air in the Flying Ford Angela. It was a humorous sight to see, the lanky identical twins casually driving their floating turquoise vehicle to your window.
“Madame y/l/n, as you well know, you are cordially invited to spend your summer holiday in the exceptional company of the entire Weasley family,” George declared in a booming voice.
“Rightly so, Madame, and we are acting as your trusty steeds to help deliver you safely to our humble abode,” Fred continued with the same tone of feigned royalty.
A laugh bubbled out of you as you threw your arms out of the window, hugging Fred, who was in the passenger side window.
“It’s so good to see you both!” You exclaimed, letting your arms drop to start gathering your trunk in your room.
“If I’m not mistaken, not 1 minute ago you were calling us unnecessarily stupid,” George pointed out jokingly.
You rolled your eyes. The playful banter between you and the Weasley twins has been a prevalent part of your friendship since your second year at Hogwarts. In fact, you were first introduced to your best friend because of a ridiculous, and embarrassing, prank the twins played on you.
“Where is Ron?” You asked, remembering that he said he would pick you up today to go back to the Burrow. When he sent his owl with the date and time of your pickup, you expected to be traveling by broomstick or Floo Network. The Flying Ford Angela at your window was a welcome surprise. Always one for mischief, you couldn’t turn down a ride in a flying car.
“Bad news, love. He couldn’t make it. But he sends his well wishes and will be home a couple days after you arrive,” George told you.
You nodded, fighting the urge to be disappointed. Even though he was your best friend, you couldn’t expect him to be spending every day of the summer with you. It was already a blessing that the Weasleys were letting you spend your summer at their home while your parents were away in Europe, you couldn’t be greedy and ask for too much.
But still, you had been looking forward to seeing Ron since he sent his owl. Lately, whenever you’ve been feeling lonely, you would think about how soon you would be spending your evenings playing Wizard’s Chess with Ron instead of eating dinner alone in your empty house.
“Come on, y/n, the car will run out of petrol with you just standing around!” Fred said, hopping out of the car and into your room. He hoisted your packed trunk into the back of the car and held the backdoor open for you.
“M'lady,” he offered, with a bow so deep his orange hair fell into his eyes.
Smiling back at him, you climbed into the car. Fred followed suit and within minutes you were soaring above the London skies.
You exchanged stories back in forth about what you’ve been up to since Hogwarts let school out. The twins told you about their successful joke shop, and even brought you a Screaming Yo-Yo as a welcome gift. You had always been supportive of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes creations and were looking forward to testing more products with them this summer.
After a while, your chatter died down as you rested your head against the glass window. Watching the city line disappear into countryside below, a sense of calm washed over you. This summer was going to be your best yet.
“Y/n,” George said suddenly.
You raised your head cautiously, his voice sounded serious- something it very rarely was. Fred shared a look with George and they both nodded curtly, only increasing your anxiety more.
“What?” You asked, worry seeping into the question.
Fred sighed and turned around in his seat so he could face you.
“We think it’s time,” he said plainly, eyes staring deep into your own. You watched him, confused, as he kept looking at you.
“And that means….what?” You asked, still no idea what the twins were talking about.
George sighed, put the car on Auto-Pilot, and turned around as well. Now four pairs of brown eyes were staring at you intently.
“Won-Won,” they said simultaneously.
A laugh escaped you as you realized that their odd behavior was just another joke and not something serious. The three of you had teased Ron mercilessly last year about the nickname his girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend, had used.
“What about Ron?” You asked. A smile played upon your lips as you said his name, though you weren’t sure why.
The twins shared another look before George spoke up.
“It is time for you and Ron to confess your undying love for one another. This has been a long time coming and we believe this summer is your perfect opportunity,” George stated simply as if his explanation made perfect sense.
Face burning red, you looked out the window to avoid their gaze.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, cringing. You didn’t even sound convincing to yourself.
George turned back around to drive the car as Fred continued pestering you on the subject.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Every single person, besides the two of you apparently, know what’s going on between each other. If I have to see one more longing glance from across the table, I’m going to have to move in with Charlie in Romania,” Fred told you.
Although it was obvious you had a long harbored crush on Ron, you didn’t think he reciprocated the same feeling. After all, he did have a girlfriend for half of the school year.
When you didn’t reply, George spoke up once again.
“We’re not trying to rush you, love, but we know he feels the same way. For days, he couldn’t shut up about how excited he was that you were coming to stay at the Burrow,” he said.
“If he were so excited then why didn’t he bother to pick me up? Or why won’t he be back until a few days after I arrive?” You snapped. Surprised by your own feistiness, you assumed that maybe you were more than a little disappointed to not see him.
The twins shared yet another knowing look with one another.
“What is it?” You asked, desperate to know what they were keeping from you.
“You’ll see, y/n…” Fred said mysteriously. Then he pointed out the window, and proclaimed “Ah, we’re almost there!”
Following his finger your gaze fell upon the towering structure just ahead. The rooms upon rooms stacked on top of each other made the most magnificent wizarding house you had ever seen.
You’ve never been to the Burrow before, and since you were Muggleborn your house wasn’t anywhere near as magical. The entirety of the Weasley’s home seemed to be held up by magic, oozing it out of every window. Just looking upon their home, with the gnomes in the garden, smoke rising from the chimney, and Quidditch goals set up in the yard, you forgot your worries.
Maybe you would have to finally confront your feelings for Ron this summer. But right now, all you wanted to focus on was how excited you were to spend the next few months with your best friend and his family.
Before anything else I want to start off by saying thank you so much for reading my story! I appreciate it so much.
Secondly, you should know (and I’m sure lots of you already do) that I do not own any of the characters or settings within this fic. All of this is based off of the amazing Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. This is just my small version of a story within the entire Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
Also, please know that in no way does this fic follow the storyline of the actual books. It’s just something light hearted so the events that happen during the Half Blood Prince (such as the burning of the Burrow) don’t occur in this story. I wanted the characters in this to be between 17-18 so I chose the summer after sixth year for the timeline :)
And with that, I want to thank you again and I really hope you enjoy this fic! Please feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts and suggestions <3
who doesn’t love a good ol’ slow burn & pining fan pic?
. After your 6th year at Hogwarts, the Weasley family invites you to spend the summer at their house. A long-harbored crush on your best friend Ron proves to make your summer at The Burrow very interesting… . p.s: in no way does this fic follow the storyline of the actual books. it’s just something light hearted so the events that happen during the Half Blood Prince (such as the burning of the Burrow) don’t occur in this story.
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This fan fiction can be found on my wattpad @/twasallyellow. Enjoy!
PSA for any of my followers who use wattpad (and I know a lot of the followers I have from the occassional Hermitcraft posts I make use wattpad): I’d recommend backing up and start moving your fics, original or not, to a new platform.
As much as this seems to be, on the surface, a cool way to give budding writers exposure, it is not. What wattpad has essentially done is give the ok for fics to be stolen from content creators on their platform. I heavily doubt that creators will get credited for their works, or get paid at all.
TITLE:AND THEN THERE WAS VICTOR (on WATTPAD) AUTHOR: Isabelle Olmo YoungAdult/NewAdult, for cursing and adult themes
Set in the 1990s! Victor Manning has been infuriating Becka since she sat behind him in 7th grade English. He’s cocky, self-centered, obnoxious, and above all, he’s somehow discovered that she has a crush on Clem. His teasing of her crush has her climbing on his car and spelling ASSHOLE with her red lipstick on his windshield. But the end of High School has all of Becka’s friends moving away and she’s stuck going to the local university knowing only Victor.
BOOK 1 OF THE PATTY GIRL SERIES!
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“You’re welcome,” he said.
“Do me a favor, don’t lend me helping hands.”
“But you got to dance with dashing Clemente,” he glanced at the ballroom. “Cost me a pretty argument but you’re welcome.”
I studied him; he was completely sober, nothing like he was earlier, and I opened my mouth to question him, but he pursed his lips.
“I told you, find yourself someone who says fuck it all and goes after you,” he said. “Aren’t you tired of chasing after Clem?”
“I’m not -”
“Yeah, you are, you’re still chasing,” he smirked and sauntered back into the dancing fray.
