#all the difference

a @tumbledfreckles and @mppmaraudergirl​ collaboration fic

At sixteen, James Potter boarded the Hogwarts Express and knew  without a doubt that he and Lily Evans were not meant to be friends, let  alone more. But little did he, nor Lily herself, understand all the difference a year can make.

Chapter Four: Christmas Decorating 

It was not that Lily wanted to be friends with James Potter. It had never topped her list of things to do, certainly never garnered much of her interest.

Yet…

The words that were spoken in such a clipped and annoyed tone just a month prior still sat in her subconscious.

I'm not the one of us who hates the other, Evans.

She didn’t want to think about it again, but this comment coupled with one from Remus—who stood beside her in the Great Hall presently, arm raised as he levitated a sparkling golden bulb onto a twelve-foot-tall Christmas tree—back in October, were making it impossible to not think about him.

He’s moving on in his own way.

“Lily?”

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Wally West Characters: Dick Grayson, Wally West Additional Tags: Road Trips, Camping, Pie, Heart-to-Heart, actually something of a somber mood despite all of that Series: Part 4 of Chaos Theory

The sun was setting when Dick heard it. Or, no, not heard it. The full helmet he wore provided too good a seal for that, and even if it hadn't, the rush of the wind and the motorcycle's engine would have prevented hearing much else. He must have felt it. Sometimes he still needed a little thought to get his senses sorted out since he had one or two extra now.

Then he saw it: the arc of lightning in his mirror, then beside him. Air snapped and burned and the scent of ozone made it to him even through the helmet. His heart gave a little tug, pulling at the base of his spine, dropping the bottom out of his stomach with an old, familiar impulse to go, race, chase. Dick's hand tightened on the throttle—

And he pulled to a stop at the side of the road. No more impulses for him. Not now that he could help it.

Wally skidded to a stop a few feet ahead of him, kicking up gravel in his haste to turn around.

Actually getting something of a positive text back had surprised Zero, but he’d kissed Four goodbye, pulled his clothes back on and asked to poke in on Velox and just let him know... change of plans. He hadn’t felt good about it. ow man promises was that now he’d broken to his dear pet? He’d make it up to the boy, of course, but that wasn’t the point.

Happy Art fight Eve!! I'm doing it this year! For the first time!

I'm very excited, and hope I have enough time to participate a lot.

Character sheets below the cut!

State of Peace and Other Poems

By Kathryn Holeton State of Peace The masks hanging around stare down at my tired face. They are part of the lace that floats without a sound. A quiet heaven is out of reach That light place is not my goal though I would be happy with some sleep, and a state of peace. Time Consuming  Counting all the skeletons in peoples’ closets sounds tiresome and time consuming. All the Difference I can…