Stories by Jem Doe

He was not good with feelings, truth be told.

Definition of desecration: to treat a sacred place or thing with violent disrespect. The news sometimes reports on vandals who have desecrated tombstones or places of worship. Drabble, 2nd person pov.

It's Gold's day off - he's lazing about at home, reading the newest articles on breeding (there's a very interesting one in the use of infrasound as a manner to replicate forest noises in the breeding of Caterpies that he's been dying to read), and generally having a good time, feeding nibbles of his snacks to whatever of his Pokemon pops up near him.

The eyes of the court look at her, waiting for a reaction. Drabble.

There's a room in their house Silver isn't allowed in. Drabble.

During the mornings, Harry eats his breakfast with Lupin and Tonks.

Arya closed her eyes, nested in one dry corner, even though that, blind as she was, this exercise was a futile endeavor. Drabble.

A brief moment between Kushina and Minato. Drabble.

Blaise rarely tattooed anyone while they were drunk, but Theo was proving himself to be a very costly exception.

His head is full of thoughts of Astoria.

Harry's mornings begun well before his two adopted kids even start to think of waking up.

"So you can't go in the sun, you need blood to survive, and you have elongated fangs." Annabeth said, taking notes in her little notepad. Drabble, vampire AU.

They met at first when she went to Aline Penhallow's house in Idris.

There's more color to roses that Sansa thought possible.

In the stage clothing, Shinji could almost feel like an idol. Idol AU.

Fleur loathed humans beings. Pirate, historical AU.

She's the girl with skinned knees and long, flowing robes with colorful, mismatched patches. Harry knows of her: she's every day on the corner of the children's park, drawing on the dirty with a stick. He doesn't know her: she does not go to his school. She's just the weird girl at the corner of the local park, drawing with a stick on the ground.

Ginny looked at the calculation in front of her, scratching her head. Luna, by her side, doodled on the corner of the notebook she carried.

With the braided hair in a tight bun atop her head, Astoria was slightly taller than him. It pissed him off enough to scowl. Astoria smiled at him, as if she could read his thoughts, but the situation soon overcame her. She was scowling, too, and at least that was a relief.

Alayne; the name hangs heavily on her tongue.

Daphne was looking at the ceiling instead of sleeping, the soft light of the starry sky washing over her.

He doesn't have a name. Drabble.

The blank canvas stared at Clary. There was a world of possibility within its linen just waiting for her to start it, but her brush stood still, unable to even decide the palette she was going to use.

Draco kissed Astoria's forehead gently, and she kept embroidering, as if she'd barely noticed it happening. Scorpius looked at the two, and bit his tongue for now.

The pregnancy potion test glowed in Daphne's dark living room.

Harry grabbed a vial from the little black market stand, swishing the green liquid inside, staining its insides.

She's a duelist, he has to give her that. And if he doesn't, well, Daphne will force him to his knees and make him say it.

Fleur was trying to work. Emphasis on trying.

"I've just had the worst day,", said Daphne, sitting by Harry's side. Harry kept eating slowly, and Hermione looked from one to another as Ron spluttered. Both were ignored summarily by the other two.

In the honestly too long list of things Daphne hated, those tea parties that worked only as gossip mills were probably on first place, but maybe that high of a place for them was because Daphne was currently suffering under one of those.

There's a pattern to their meetings, secretive as they are. Historical, dubcon.

Harry enjoyed practicing Quidditch late at night, especially so because he had company.

Daphne cursed all ancient wizards she could name, and those she also couldn't, dizziness taking her, as she stumbled through the stone hallways of Hogwarts. Either there was some new magical bullshit in place, or the world was spinning, too fast and making her sick.

Lily Luna learns there are two kinds of ghosts pretty early on.

Harry eyed the rural roads suspiciously, pretty sure they had just passed by a "HELL IS REAL" sign. By his side, Luna both drove and fiddled with the radio controls, eyes not even glancing at the road.

In a House where everyone was hyper-focused on getting the best grades possible and sticking for the rules, Luna Lovegood did not fit in, sticking out like a sore thumb as she rambled, excitedly, too excitedly, about fantastical creatures that did not exist.

At the Yule Ball, every year, Draco sees Astoria sitting at her table, sipping into her age-appropriate beverage, seemingly bored out of her mind.

It's the sleeves that give her away as a Death Eater.

"The legends say it should be right here…" Luna mused, using a cutting spell delicately on the Black Forest's vegetation, guiding him, hand in hand.

Is it better to forget or is it better to remember?

Hogwarts, Ginny learned, had pretty good acoustics for singing. Established relationship, pureblood culture.

Ginny took all of her life to build a sense of self, to learn where she begins and where her brothers end. Character study.

"What are we looking for now?" "Cursed books. A pearl necklace that belonged to our patron. An Augury, too, if we can snag it." "Should I be surprised it is a cursed item?". EWE.

They don't give her a choice. Character study.

The aftermath of Pandora Lovegood's death. Drabble, mild gore discussion.

A ring decorated his ring finger. Drabble, AU.

wait l verb [ I ] l to allow time to go by, especially while staying in one place without doing very much, until someone comes, until something that you are expecting happens or until you can do something.

Daphne woke up to the smell of coffee, which was unusual, all things considered. Mostly because she didn't drink coffee.

Albus and Scorpius looked at each other, hidden beneath the cover of the cloak of invisibility, and nodded when the old, almost decrepit cat went away, beckoned by its old, decrepit owner.

"Your socks don't match,", stated Ginny, even though it was the obvious, staring at Luna's feet.

"Alright, are you ready?", Ginny asked, that glint in her eyes indicating she was ready to make things go off.

He is ready to die when Clarissa draws a rune on him, which is, to say the least, unexpected. AU, canon divergence.

Harry went back to help rebuild Hogwarts out of a sense of obligation.

Theodore Nott stares at the girl on the other end of his wand.

Scorpius spoke in red, Albus in blue and Rose in gold, and he wondered why they hadn't done that before.

The Astronomy Tower was neutral ground after Dumbledore's death.

Astoria lived the war, unlike what most seemed to think. [slowburn]

Narcissa finds she has a niece in what's possibly the most curious manner ever - by meeting with a furious Euphemia Rowle, who carried a black haired baby.

Here's the thing about time traveling: it was risky. One wrong move, one wrong act, one wrong reaction, and all was lost.

They dance in the moonlight, for what might be the last time. (snippets during the last days of war)

"There is something wrong,", Margaery says, heat pooling in her head. Spoilers for 06x10.

"imsebastianstan: 'Dead Cole, in [Bucky's] backpack there are a dozen notebooks that compose the scattered memories dating back to as far as he can remember which somewhat piece together a scattered life.'"

Clary proposes a unorthodox method to get free cake.

Isabelle moves in to a new building. Alec goes to visit her. (a continuation of sorts of Hatiora gaertneri)

Okay, so maybe Clary was drawing her neighbor.

six moments where Daphne found Ginny, and one where Ginny found Daphne.

It is Christmas on Beacon Academy, and Blake is pretty sure someone is up to no good.