Fic title: Farther out to Sea

For this prompt post.

Star Trek: Voyager AU with divergence points at S2E25: Resolutions, and S3E5: False Profits

A plasma storm comes through only three weeks into their stay on New Earth, leaving Janeway without any means to continue her research, and she and Chakotay have a longer wait for Tuvok to return with a cure. In that time, they become closer, and get in the habit of sleeping in the same bed. (How often that means there’s more than just sleeping, I leave to the reader’s imagination.)

Two months later, Voyager is pulled into the destabilizing Barzan wormhole along with the Ferengi, and are spat out at one of the former terminus points, past the Denkiri Arm in the Gamma Quadrant, putting Voyager a century from home at warp 9, and an unknown distance from the Idran system and the wormhole that would get them to Deep Space Nine in a fraction of the time. (Fortunately for the Ferengi, they’re not deposited at the same place as Voyager.)

Janeway is faced with two major decisions, finding she is pregnant (the virus she and Chakotay had been infected with on New Earth interfered with both of their birth control), and she must choose how to deal with that, as well as making the decision on how to get Voyager home.

in which Sirius Black fails to Argue with a Hat, Part II

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

Part I is here

The first problem in the Grand Plan of Learning to Become Animagi isn’t the plan itself. That part is pretty straight-forward, even if entails more reading about higher-level Transfiguration magic than he would like to be doing over a summer…or ever, really. He’s a good student, but there is a time and a place and that time is not in July.

Everyone else disagrees. Sirius Black’s friends are wankers. His brother is a wanker who won’t let him sleep in, as they have to comb the family library for useful books before anyone else in the house stumbles out of their bedrooms for the day. Regulus nearly loses his fingers to a biting book with metal fucking teeth before Sirius obliterates the book with his wand.

He didn’t mean to obliterate the book so much as he didn’t want it to eat his baby brother. Regulus wraps his fingers in bandages before they hurriedly hide the evidence of the unlamented death of 1,0001 Ways To Transfigure the Dead.

“Why?” Sirius asks when he sees the cover.

“I thought it might have something useful,” Regulus protests. “We’re trying to figure out how to turn one of us who is cursed into an Animagi, and they don’t exactly talk about Animagi Werewolves in the standard books.”

Sirius looks at the family library. He doesn’t think anything in this room has ever been a standard anything.

No, the difficult part is getting them all together in the same place. They could probably sneak Severus past their parents, Aunt Cassiopeia, and Uncle Pollux. Severus would just need to use his mother’s name, a Pure-Blood ringer, instead of his father’s. Remus’s father is a famous wizard for dealing with Dark creatures, but Lyall Lupin is Irish, so that’s…probably not worth chancing.

Lily Evans doesn’t have a chance in hell of getting into 12 Grimmauld Place. There are curses built into the windows and doorways specifically to execute any Muggle-born who tries to enter. All Sirius knows about how those terrifying things work is that they’re tied to Pollux.

Maybe the stupid things will die when Pollux does. That’s a nice thought.

The other problem is that their parents are suspicious of anything Sirius does, even after he Sorted Slytherin, and don’t want him to leave the fucking house. Sirius sulks in his room for hours at a time over that one, chewing on the edge of his thumb. Short of running away, he can’t get out of this house short of brilliance.

Running away isn’t an option; Regulus would be on his own against the four terrifying twats they’re related to—or worse, Regulus would come with Sirius, and then the Black Family would get the Wizengamot involved. The Wizengamot would send out every Auror who has ever Aurored (including the dead ones) until precious Regulus was found and properly returned to his loving family. Sirius would be thrown in Azkaban at age fourteen for kidnapping.

Regulus solves their difficulties, because Regulus Black is a conniving little shit who probably needed to be put in Ravenclaw to stave off some of the connivingness. Either way, it gets them out of the house, so Sirius will take it. Even while he tries not to gape at his brother’s sheer fucking audacity.

“Mother, I wish to visit a Pure-blood friend of mine who lives northwest of London,” Regulus says in that perfectly snooty way of speaking that their parents insist upon. Regulus doesn’t do it at school anymore, or in private, or Sirius would have punched him in the face. (Again.)

Mother looks up from the tarot cards she is busy laying out. Sirius glances at the layout and knows that his mother has absolutely zero talent for Divination, else there would be some hint that her sons were up to mischief. Instead, he’s pretty sure those cards are talking about her waistline relating to the weather. “You’ve only completed your first year of Hogwarts, darling. You’re a bit young to be traveling on your own, even if using the safety of the Floo.”

“I’m aware, but I’ve had some thoughts on the matter. You see, my friend is of the Prince line.”

Mother raises an eyebrow. “I see. I wasn’t aware there was anyone from that illustrious line remaining.”

“Just the one, I’m afraid,” Regulus says with the perfect amount of deference. “His mother was disowned by her parents when she made a foolish childhood blunder and mixed her blood with someone unworthy. However, she is raising him to all of the proper Pureblood traditions. He is the smartest Slytherin in our year, and quite effective with a wand.”

Sirius almost breaks face and glares at Regulus for that. The hell he is. Severus and Sirius are tied for that honor, thank you!

“That would be Eileen, then.” Mother hums under her breath. “I did think Eileen quite sensible in school, if a bit dull. Is her son dull?”

“Quite the opposite, Mother,” Regulus assures her, smiling. “But my thought, given your concerns…do you not think that Sirius might also benefit from socializing with another properly raised Pure-blood? One of Sirius’s own age, and one who is being raised to the correct standards one should attain in life?”

Mother looks sharply at Sirius. Sirius widens his eyes a bit and lifts his shoulders to say that he knows nothing about Regulus’s idea. He is very, very good at lying to his parents. It means he’s still alive. “Do know of whom Regulus speaks, Sirius?”

“I do, Mother. He isn’t…” Sirius nearly bites his lip. No, that won’t do at all. That will set off her shrieking about deportment. “Severus Prince and I did not get along at first due to my friendship with James Potter. Then…we didn’t want to concern you.”

Mother puts down her deck of cards. “Concern me about what?”

“James Potter and his friend Peter Pettigrew attacked Regulus. I believe they forgot in their idiocy that Regulus is my brother, and thus not to be touched. Severus helped me to stop them, and to take immediate revenge.” There. Lily helped, too, but he doesn’t dare mention Lily. Then he’d have to wrack his own brains for a Pure-blood name that might conceivably have a red-headed witch Sirius’s age, which is a doomed task. His mother knows all of the witches who are Sirius’s age, since she wants to marry him off to one the day he turns seventeen.

“You retaliated against a Potter and a Pettigrew.” Mother looks pleased. “Blood-traitors, the both of them. It is good to know that you are seeing sense at last, Sirius.”

Sirius tries not to gag audibly.

“If you promise that no harm will come to Regulus, I will give the two of you leave to visit the Prince household whenever you like during this summer…unless we have other plans, of course.”

Now he isn’t gagging. He’s trying not to choke on disbelief. No screaming? No wailing? No guilt? “I promise Regulus that I won’t let anything or anyone harm him,” Sirius says.

Mother looks pleased at his wording instead of offended. Sirius wonders if he woke up in the wrong reality. “Very good. Run along. If you choose to visit the Prince household today, return in time to properly wash for supper.”

“Yes, Mother,” Regulus and Sirius chorus together. Then Regulus says, “I don’t know if it will be today, Mother. I need to write to Severus and ask for proper permission. One does not simply invite themselves into another wizard’s house without due cause.”

Mother nods and waves them off, picking up her cards again. Sirius wonders if she knows that the cards are now claiming that their house will be carried off in a sudden flood.

“I can’t believe that worked,” Sirius says to Regulus the moment they are upstairs, safe in Sirius’s bedroom. It’s the one they keep free of listening spells, as Sirius is the Misbehaving Rebel. If Regulus started doing the same too soon, the family would be suspicious.

“Of course it worked. While you were busy screaming at Mother, I was busy learning how to flatter her.” Regulus grabs Sirius’s copy of the enspelled paper, a quill, and an old slate to use as a table. “I’m asking Severus if their family is hooked up to the Floo Network.”

“I really doubt it,” Sirius says, remembering what little they’ve been told about Tobias Snape. Sirius has nothing against Muggles, but Severus’s father sounds like he would get on just fine with Pollux. “We’ll have to take the train to Cokeworth. Lily and Severus mentioned that it takes a bit over an hour as long as we’re not traveling during peak times. Whatever peak times are.”

“Morning and evening commute,” Regulus mutters, still busy writing. “No, they’re not on the Floo Network. Severus is trying to convince his mother that it’s necessary and they don’t have to tell his dad a thing about it, but she keeps refusing. Oh, Remus arrived at Lily’s house last night. Severus says Lily’s parents are trying to adopt a werewolf who already has parents, and that Lily’s sister despises Remus already because the werewolf has been granted the guest bedroom. Claims it’s bad enough that ‘the Snape boy’ is allowed to sully the house. Petunia Evans sounds like she’s going to be fun.”

Sirius grimaces. “Tobias Snape as a match for Pollux on one side, and Cassiopeia has her match in Lily’s older sister on the other. Yes, that sounds wonderful. We should shove them both out in front of an oncoming train.”

Regulus glances up at him. “Sometimes you sound way too much like our father.”

Sirius stares back in horror. “Please never say that to me again.”

“Only if you deserve it,” Regulus replies happily. “Oh, Severus says if we go to King’s Cross Station now, we’ll arrive in time for lunch.”

“What do we tell Mother?” Sirius asks.
It can’t be that difficult to buy Muggle train tickets. He has a bit of Muggle money set aside thanks to his Uncle Alphard, who is possibly one of the only decent adult relatives they have.

“We’ll take the Floo to King’s Cross, is what,” Regulus says, rolling up the scroll before getting up to hide it in Sirius’s charmed desk drawer. They’re the only two who can open that drawer. It won’t open for anything else unless the entire desk is destroyed by Fiendfyre.

He is that paranoid for a reason, thanks.

“And the elves?” Sirius asks, knowing how much Kreacher worships their mother.

“The elves like me. If I tell them that we’re off to see a Pure-blood with Mother’s permission, they won’t say a thing to her about the first place we went. She would have to know to ask specifically.” Regulus grins at Sirius. “Why did the Hat put you in Slytherin? You’re bad at planning!”

Sirius throws his hands up into the air in frustration. “I don’t know! I asked it not to!”

Buying a Muggle train ticket really is that bloody complicated. If Regulus hadn’t brought his charmed scroll so he could ask Lily how to buy tickets, they would be wandering around King’s Cross until the Hogwarts Express arrives in September.

At least Sirius did have enough money—more than enough. Alphard should really explain a bit more about Muggle currency. Sirius thinks he might have enough in Muggle folded notes that he could convert them at Gringotts and rent a nice flat in Diagon Alley for a month.

It occurs to him about halfway out to Cokeworth that maybe Alphard is giving him untraceable Muggle money for exactly that sort of reason. Sirius isn’t certain if that makes him happy, or if it’s terrifying that his uncle feels the need to leave Sirius with these sorts of…of contingencies.

Do Aurors know how to search by Muggle means to find missing wizarding kids? Or do they just rely on the Trace? Regulus and Sirius’s wands don’t even have the stupid Trace. That’s only placed on Muggle-born wands. What would Aurors do without that big shining magical hint?

When the train pulls up to the station in Cokeworth, Sirius realizes something that makes his stomach turn over. He has yet to see his first Muggle town or his first Muggle household, and he’s already beginning to make plans to get himself and Regulus the fuck out of 12 Grimmauld Place.

lynati:

bi-asexual:

actuallyasexual:

lgbt–period:

herefortheace:

Asexuality is a minority orientation not an (evil) ideology

Okay but ace/aro is kinda like an ideology. Not that it’s evil per se, but it can hold a person back from growth once one has latched onto it and found the tumblr a-spec community. 

I know quite a few people who identify as ace/aro or aroace. I’ve never met one who didn’t fall into one of these categories. They came to that label as teenagers, usually not entirely through puberty yet. Or they came to it after a sexual-related trauma. Or they came to it as a result of having a mental illness that affects their ability to connect to people or to identify those connections correctly (such as BPD for example). Or they came to it as a result of a side effect of medication, often anti-depressants. Or they experience dysphoria to the extent that having anything to do with sex in their current physical bodies is unimaginable. Or they’re dealing with internalized homophobia. 

I think they latch onto a-spec labels when they have the above by misunderstanding what sexual attraction/romantic attraction is for “allosexuals”. They get their idea of attraction from TV shows, beer commercials (sex) and jewelry commercials (romance). They have very little interaction with IRL people where they talk about sex and romance. Or if they’re school-age, they actually believe all the lying/bragging that goes on about who’s fucked whom, and the intense period around puberty where it seems like everyone has a bf/gf and are PDA’ing all over the place. 

Anyway, they’re at one of those vulnerable points I mentioned in the 2nd paragraph and they stumble upon the labels ace, aro, or aroace. It seems to fit them perfectly! And once they identify as that, they find a whole group of online ‘friends’ who accept them for all the things they are. Oftentimes, these ‘friends’ are adults, a category they feel separated from and hold resentment towards because mom and dad won’t let them be on the computer 24/7 or give them all the things they want. But here are adults who don’t do any of that and ‘validate’ everything they say.  

So they fall into the a-spec community. And for many of them, as time goes on, they still identify as a-spec even once they really aren’t anymore. They’re just unwilling/unable to give up on the ‘validation’ that the a-spec community gives them.

Why do I say they aren’t really a-spec anymore? Because they do start to have sex and/or romantic relationships same as everyone else. Only because they’re inculcated in the a-spec community, they come up with all sorts of other names for what is really just being like everyone else, us evil ‘allosexuals’. They’re not experiencing romance, they’re in a QPR. They’re not experiencing sexual attraction, they’re just ‘sex positive’. Stuff like that.

They have blogs that are full of the same kind of lusty drooling over celebs that all us ‘allosexuals’ have. But they can’t admit it’s attraction, so they come up with ‘it’s only aesthetic attraction. 

Or they are involved in kinks that are quite decidedly sexual and that yield sexual pleasure when performed. But that’s only being ‘kink positive’ or identifying the pleasure they get as only being sensual pleasure. 

Or they have blogs/AO3 accounts full of fics that are extremely romantic and/or sexual. Often in great detail, often bordering on the obsessive or fetishistic. But somehow this isn’t indicative of the fact they experience romantic or sexual attraction.

Despite all their denials they, for all intents and purposes, are experiencing the exact same things that allosexuals experience (because not all allosexuals experience ‘attraction’ 24/7 or under all circumstances). They are clinging to the a-spec labels because of the ‘validation’, comfort and familiarity that the a-spec community gives them. 

To me, this feels a lot like what people who eventually leave cults like Scientology say. They weren’t able to leave the cult because they didn’t want to lose the friends/family/familiarity that they got in the cult. They were afraid of what the world might be like without the comfort they had within the cult.

I believe that there are people who are genuinely asexual. But that they are an extreme minority. Most (who are not simply teens who have yet to pass through puberty completely) are simply unwilling to admit that they have left behind the structural things that make up the ‘ace/aro identity’.

I don’t like posting “discourse” here anymore, so I apologize. However, I think this is important to address because of the arguments here and their historical impact on LGBT+ people. In particular, I want people to pay attention to the language used in a response like this because it mimics anti-LGBT+ rhetoric.

It is clear that anti-asexual/aromantic “discourse” does not aim to discuss the boundaries for asexual and aromantic people in LGBT+ spaces. Instead, it aims to completely dismantle our identities and disempower us through the invalidating tactics ironically used by anti-LGBT+ groups. 

LGBT+ identities have been referred to as ideologies and/or cults in religious, conservative, and radical spaces, who view these identities as dangerous to youths who could get “drawn in.” In addition, LGBT+ people are told they identify that way because of their age, trauma, neurodivergence, disability, or illness. 

This not only invalidates the identities of youths who are beginning to form a sense of self, but it removes the sexual agency of people who have experienced trauma, neurodivergence, disability, and/or illness. The only identities that go unquestioned are heterosexual and cisgender.

The pathologization of LGBT+ people has been a problem for a long time, but it’s also something that has been impacting us as we reach new levels of visibility. Not just with online platforms, but in our media and for some, in their doctors’ offices. This ties into ableist attitudes/removal of sexual agency.

In addition to this, belittling the agency and struggles of LGBT+ people in times of conflict has been a problem that is affecting asexual and aromantic people as well. It is fairly easy for someone to position any struggle we experience as something that it is not – e.g. dramatic teens whining on the internet. 

What this does is create barriers for people like us to solve real issues that we want to overcome, such as having adequate health care, preventing abuse, building healthy relationships, supporting suicidal people in our community, educating parents on how to support their children, etc. etc. etc. 

This does this in much the same way it creates barriers for LGBT+ people to address big issues such as homelessness and abuse. You implicitly deny that these are real problems, by creating strawmen “issues” that seem petty and immature making it easier for you to deny our experiences. 

Even things like microaggressions and lack of representation warrant discussion, but these things too are chalked up to people being dramatic and entitled. This effects the LGBT+ community as a whole, and denying these things perpetuates cisheteronormative values at our detriment. 

As for youths, puberty is a time of accelerated growth, identity formation, and a search for accepting communities. It’s important not to group cults and gangs in with identity-supporting LGBT+ organizations including those that accept and support asexual and aromantic identities. 

Why? – because it’s not acceptance that creates conflicts for youths. It is lack of acceptance. If youths are not well supported by organizations that provide resources and education, they seek out incredibly harmful spaces that promise acceptance but perpetuate abuse. 

There may be valid criticisms of LGBT+ spaces and aromantic and asexual spaces, but these absurd comparisons with “cults” actively shut down these conversations instead of expose real problems that we can fix to make our communities safer for everyone. So, the “cult” language is unacceptable. 

In addition, within these spaces we develop our own language because our cisheteronormative society fails to represent different facets of our human experiences. Redefining our terms in a cisheteronormative context is disempowering, once again ignoring our agency to identify ourselves.

For example, QPRs aren’t romantic relationships. Sex positivity is not the same thing as sex favorability, and participating in sex doesn’t invalidate asexuality. Aesthetic attraction is not sexual or “lusty,” and “lusty” isn’t a fair term to define sexual attraction as it is often used in a perverse sense.  

Having a fetish or kink does not invalidate one’s identity because these things aren’t inherently about sexual attraction. You also do not need to be able to experience something to write about something. The argument that writing sex and romance invalidates asexuality and aromanticism is absurd. 

LGBT+ people also may not act within the “boundaries” given for their identity due to a variety of factors such as the pressure of society to adhere to cisheteronormative standards. Policing their behavior does not allow for them to grow in acceptance. It simply shames them. 

The same goes for asexual and aromantic people. 

Some people remain with their sexual and gender identity their whole life, while others change. Misidentification can happen to anyone and is not the fault of any one community. Also, misidentification is not always a stressful or traumatic experience, rather, it’s a process of knowing one’s self. 

Yet, this is something that you use and that anti-LGBT groups have used to convince people they don’t know themselves. TERFs use it to convince people to de-transition. Radical conservative Christians use it to “convert” people to heterosexuality. It is harmful thinking. 

If your arguments mimic very real anti-LGBT+ arguments, maybe you should reflect on that and finally figure out that you’re really a massive bigot who cannot accept that people live contrary to your current beliefs and expectations. Nothing you said was okay in any way nor does it help LGBT+ people as a whole.

I have tried three times to write out a calm, reasoned response to “ace/aro is kinda like an ideology” and I can’t do it. I’m glad actuallyasexual did, so I’m piggybacking on their response so people can see that, but I just can’t. I’m too angry. I’m so angry about that original response to OP that I can’t point out its flaws without letting that anger seep into my reply. 

(Which isn’t allowed in ace discourse, because if I’m angry, that apparently negates the validity of my response, because everyone knows that angry people are inherently wrong, and that people who are emotionally detached must have superior logic, right?)

I’m angry that it pretends to be supportive while claiming that asexuals are either too young, too traumatized, too incapable due to mental disorder, too medicated, too dysphoric (and seriously, how can anyone read that trans people must inherently misunderstand themselves without feeling angry?), or otherwise too vulnerable to accurately understand themselves and/or their sexuality, leading them to incorrectly identify as asexual. 

I’m angry that it tries to paint “things that asexuals do that prove they aren’t asexual” in a “like us allosexuals” way, but reverts to purity-coded wording that implies those behaviors are bad (”lusty drooling” and “kinks…[that] yield sexual pleasure when performed” and “obsessive or fetishistic”).

I’m angry that it claims that young asexuals who talk to adult asexuals online only cling to them (and, by extension, to asexuality) because of teenage angst and the fact that their parents don’t coddle them or give them whatever they want (since they must just be greedy). 

I’m angry that it implies anyone who once identified as asexual but later changes labels suddenly loses all “validation” from the community, and all support, and all friends who are asexual (though they are quick to always put “friends” in quotation marks). 

I’m angry that “friends” is always in quotation marks, implying that being friends with other asexuals isn’t actually real friendship, it’s just fake manipulative friendship (that is being perpetuated for some reason that isn’t explained). 

I’m angry that it says asexuals are “for all intents and purposes” just like allosexuals because allosexuals “don’t experience ‘attraction’ 24/7 or under all circumstances” while ignoring that asexuality is a lack of sexual attraction. That demisexuality is a lack of sexual attraction until, suddenly and after knowing someone for a very long time, developing sexual attraction to just one specific person. That grey asexuality is for those people who aren’t sure if they’ve maybe felt sexual attraction in the past, or know that they’ve felt sexual attraction maybe once or twice in their lives, or who don’t feel sexual attraction for the majority of their lives, and that all of these are perfectly acceptable definitions because the word was Specifically Created to be as broad a term as possible to include everyone who doesn’t easily fit into asexual or non-asexual labels. 

I’m angry that it claims all these behaviors prove that someone isn’t asexual (or aromantic, let’s not forget it also briefly shit on QPRs) while ignoring that asexuality is a lack of sexual attraction, and that aromanticism is a lack of romantic attraction. That it ignores the fact that sexual or romantic attraction aren’t required for any of the preferences or behaviors that were listed. 

I’m angry that it derrides the existence of non-sexual, non-romantic forms of attraction. 

I’m angry that it claims that “structural things” make up an “ace/aro identity” instead of, for example, asexuality and aromanticism being legitimate orientations. 

I’m angry that someone can sit down and, with a clear conscience, write a manipulatively worded response that says “Hey, you’re not evil! You’re just cult-like, and every adult asexual on this site is lying to (and faking friendship for) every young asexual for some reason that is never explained, and all asexuals shun everyone who once ID’d as asexual but now IDs as something else, which causes people not to change their identities, and also most all of you are not asexual because asexuality should be defined by behaviors despite the fact that no one else’s identity is defined by behaviors. But hey, I’m just being reasonable here. I said you weren’t evil, didn’t I? Your identity just holds vulnerable people back from personal understanding and growth like other cults do, and it’s not even a real orientation. That’s all.”

I’m angry that people think any of this is anything but flawed. 

I’m just so angry. I don’t understand how anyone could not be. 

It’s also utterly dismissive of every adult who spent their life thinking there was something wrong with them, only to learn in their third or fourth (or older) decade that they’re not, and never have been, broken. That there’s a word for what they’ve are, what they’ve ALWAYS been, far before they found the label to “latch onto.”

It’s just…such a shitty position to take. Frankly, any time you decide to lecture other people about what you think their sexuality is, or is not, it’s a shitty position to take.

You don’t get to decide for other people whether or not their identity is valid.

You aren’t the gatekeeper for their relationships, or the nature of their sexuality.

Your interpretations of whatever aspects of their life you may have glimpsed, based on the biases you already hold, are not more accurate or more meaningful than the conclusions that their own thoughts, feelings, and experiences have brought them to.

And what you are doing is far more harmful than any “attachment to a label” that you’re crusading against ever was.

I’m glad for those who have responded already to that unmitigated pile of horse shit that was the first response to the OP, and awesome, wonderful things they’ve said.

There is one part of it that I want to address myself, and it’s that bit about trauma causing someone to identify as asexual as if that invalidates a person’s self-identification.

Because there is no fucking way that invalidates an identity, and to assume and claim it does so not only denies a person agency, but can be traumatic or reinforce trauma all on its own.

Yes, some people identify as ace after trauma.

Yes, some people do so BECAUSE of trauma.

Ditto aro.

And there is nothing wrong with that.

And anyone who wants to say otherwise can chew on molten rocks because I have absolutely no patience for that. Just a fuck ton of rage.


Oh, and another thing, on the romance and fluff and sexy times and kink fic-writing meaning a person can’t possibly be aromantic and/or asexual.

The author is not the characters, and conflating the two is a dick move and also really sarding annoying.

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

The moment someone finally—finally!—put quill to the pages
of the diary for the first time, Tom fully intended to drain them dry, reclaim
his inheritance as well as his body, and continue on with his plans. His true
self hadn’t bothered to update the diary since its creation, but he’d decided
upon realizing his Slytherin heritage that there was only one place for him in
Wizarding Britain.

If Muggle Britain can have a Queen, Wizarding Britain can
have a King.

Being perpetually sixteen is irritating enough. To be
sixteen and having things be dull as shit
for decades is intolerable.

Her name is Ginevra Weasley. Ginny.

It’s a bit of surprise to know that there are any Weasleys
left. He always thought the family rather weak, and that was aside from their
politically poor classification as Blood Traitors. Instead, there are seven
Weasley children and their parents, a Weasley married to a Prewett. There are a
number of Prewetts lurking about still, as well.

Odd. The weak should have been the first to fall. He’s been
planning his rule for a long time, after all.

Tom does use the diary’s magic to claim her consciousness
once, and it is absolutely glorious to move again, to see the school…to greet
the ancient basilisk once more. His friend. His only friend. It’s difficult to
get the proper sibilance of Parseltongue from the lips of one who wasn’t born
to speak it, but he does quite well. Her lips and tongue are ideal for it, not
yet molded by school and age into thinking of words as being only specific,
limited sounds.

Tom pretends to be kind when this eleven-year-old girl
writes of girlish nonsense. The concerns of the young and the innocent. He has
never been innocent. He was never allowed to be.

Then Ginny writes a single line one day before book and
quill are both abandoned.

Tom, I’m afraid.

That is all. Three words.

Fear.

Tom knows what it’s like to fear. He fears Dumbledore, who
came to him and terrorized him before telling Tom that he was a wizard.
Dumbledore who never trusted him, who always looked at Tom as if he’d created
all the mischief in the world. Tom had done nothing those first few years to
deserve that. Nothing! He came to the bloody school resolved to be great and
discovered that to be great meant to be scolded, to be frowned upon for wishing
to learn beyond the set limits of classes. He feared those who were older and
more powerful than himself until he’d learned to become more powerful than
they.

Tom gathers up the ink she used for those three words and
leaves her a message: Why?

It’s quite a while before Ginny answers him. There are rumors that the last time this
ruddy Chamber was opened, they were on the verge of shutting down the school
until they caught the one responsible. I don’t want to go home. I hate it there.

Oh, that is definitely interesting. What is so terrible about home? Tome asks while thinking, At least you had one.

I’m just “Baby Ginny”
there. I’m not a person. I’m the little sister, the youngest daughter, the baby
of the family. No one wants to talk about what I like, even if it’s bloody
Quidditch—and the gits all like Quidditch! But no, the baby girl can’t discuss
the big grown-up game with the big boys.

I hate it. I hate that
my mother looks at me and sees fragile, precious, and female, but nothing else
unless it’s a marriage commodity. I think Mum is already plotting to marry me
off to Harry! I hate that my father is just so absent, that he has more
interest in Muggle things than in me. I’m only eleven, but I’m not stupid!
I deserve to exist as a person.

Don’t I?

That is when Tom makes a dreadful, terrible blunder.

He doesn’t just write platitudes and reassurances. He speaks to her.

Everyone deserves to
exist. I’m rather fond of it, myself.

There is a long pause. You’re
not just a diary, are you?

Tom feels…is that pleasure? Is there depth to this girl that
he was ignoring in favor of his other goals? Depth that he could use?

I’m a magical recording
of Tom Riddle, a real person who attended this school in the 1940s. I would
have graduated in 1945. I believe I am considered dead now.

That’s a terrible
shame,
Ginny writes. I’d hate to be
aware of my own death like that. Has Hogwarts changed overly much since you
were made, Tom?

Dumbledore, Tom
replies in the most scathing handwriting he can form. It literally drips down
the page.

Not so much, then.
I think you’d like Professor McGonagall.
She is never ridiculous.

Perhaps, Tom
agrees. We went to school together. She
isn’t the way you’ve written of her now, but no, she was never ridiculous.
Minerva
had never turned her nose up at him, either.

He hasn’t thought on that in a long time. He only remembered
the hatred. The fear. The desire to become himself again.

Besides. I am a
Slytherin.

Oh, Ginny writes
back at once. There is amusement in her writing. Then Professor Snape would definitely like you. He can’t stand the rest
of us, but he treats his Slytherins like gold.

Not like Slughorn,
then?
Tom asks curiously.

Who the bloody hell is
Slughorn?

HE DOESN’T TEACH HERE
ANYMORE?

Tom would dance if he could. Slughorn might have taught him
how to make himself, how to store these lovely copies and set them aside if
they are needed…but that man was an utter fool. What idiot tells a
fifteen-year-old student how to craft a bit of magic made from murder? Someone
looking to curry favor and unable to look beyond the bridge of his bulbous
nose, that’s who. Fucking idiot.

That was quite the
rant,
Ginny writes. Tom catches himself and realizes every single bit of
those thoughts revealed themselves on his pages. Shit.

Magic made from
murder,
Ginny continues. Sounds
unpleasant.
I know murder is a
powerful vehicle for magic, but not what sorts
.

Tom makes his second blunder. He falls in love with
a pragmatic, intelligent, vicious fucking Gryffindor Weasley.

@lynati asked for: Beorn, Lindir, aaand…oh hell…Dis?

For this meme.

Fake Date: Lindir, because honestly, not my type.

Slow Burn: Beorn. He’s got brain weasels, and I’ve got brain weasels, and aro/ace anyway, so. Time. Lots of time needed for that to work at all.

Enemies-to-lovers: Which leaves Dis, and honestly, while I’m not sure what would put us on opposite sides of something, I can see it working.

And, because I can:

Fake date: Beorn and Dis – with, likely, aid from her sons, and lots of private laughter at the looks on some people’s faces.

Slow Burn: Beorn and Lindir – why not?

Enemies-to-Lovers: Dis & Lindir – it’s going to take a while, and there are going to be people who are not happy about them getting past “politely advesarial”.

WIP guessing game – “yellow”, “forgot”, “grin”

For this meme.


Yellow (Untitled; Blade of the Force; Star Wars/15th Century CE RPF)

A young woman in a brilliantly orange and yellow gown is waiting outside the cargo hold when they have finished seeing to their horses and armor, and Obi-Wan is absent. Perhaps seeing to what accomodations might be made for them in this ship.


Forgot – is apparently not in anything, except as “forgotten” (Death’s Spider and Hawk; AU NOS; Highlander/MCU)

Methos closes his eyes, sucking in a breath. Kronos hasn’t forgotten how to manipulate him, though Methos wants to tell himself that it’s not working.


Grin (Untitled; No Shield For My Soul; Lord of the Rings/Hobbit)

“I can tell you the black banner with the red mountains is the banner of the Western Gate.” Kíli grins when Glorfindel looks back at him with raised eyebrows.

Because I am bored and frustrated (and the frustrated is a thing no one can fix right now, so not asking), here are a few of ask games/writing meme things that I am happy to take asks for. Please?

Turn left – give me a point in my fic that you’d like to see what would happen if things went differently.

slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers – three characters and I’ll tell you which is which.

Make me choose – show, character, pairing, something else

WIP guessing game – give me a word

Six characters and a list – give me six characters, and I fill in the list (and replace the first with cuddle/share a bed, because sex is nope)

AU and five headcanons – give me an AU (list here) and I’ll give you five headcanons for it.

Fic title – give me a fic title, and I’ll tell you what I’d write for it.