about merpeople


Take a moment and think about mermaids. Think about mermaid who live in the waters of Hawaii, with eyelashes made of sea-foam and tails the color of the sun. Think about mermaids sitting on the bottom of the ocean, watching the surfers above them in fascination and pointing out the patterns and designs on the bottom of their boards like children pointing out stars.

Think about mermaids in the Mediterranean being able to ‘speak human’ but they can only speak the dead languages. Think about Mediterranean mermaids still following old trade routes that ships from thousands of years followed to get from one place to the next.

Think about mermaids from the deep sea, odd colors illuminating off of their skin and tails. Think about them with skin nearly transparent and eerie smiles of teeth like needles and claws. Think about deep sea mermaids with bioluminescent tails three times the length of man.

Think about mermaids the size of whales, their upper body seeming like that of giant. Think about these mermaids swimming in large pods and helping out the smaller mermaids, fascinated by their loose, feathery tails in contrast to their relatively short stiff ones. Think about these mermaids trying to copy the smaller mermaid’s swimming patterns with quick flicks of their tails and instead sending a large splash at a nearby boat.

Think about mermaids in the tropics, with fancy fins that seem to ripple and blow in the current, creating illusions of movement to people above. Think about mermaids with fins that look like feathers who like to jump out of the water as if they’re flying before diving back into the sea in giggles. Think about topical mermaids with tails that reflect the colors of the sky and color the ocean with colors that people never thought the ocean could turn.

Think about mermaids in rivers who slither across the floor of the water like snakes and pinch at peoples toes like crayfish. Think about these mermaids living by huge waterfalls, the ones with dams built over them having long since been abandoned in favor for some other point of the river, even if it isn’t a traditional waterfall home. Think about river mermaids meeting with river spirits and nymphs and discussing daily events while listening to motorboats jet past above them.

Think about mermaids who live in creeks made from inland glacial melt in places like Glacier. Think about them sitting contentedly under a long thin waterfall, watching as cars march across the windy road far far above. Think about them writing messages on the cliff walls with the rocks from the bottom of their creeks. Think about them with short but pliable tails that they use to flit over rapids and jump playfully over bridges surpassing their domain.

Think about mermaids who live in streams of glacial melt in places like Greenland. Think about them being able to watch the stars above them in fascination through the clear blue water. Think about them dodging through the inside of large icy glaciers, sleeping on thick sheets of ice that seem to just barely be holding onto the glacier but which their family has slept on for years. Think about them with tails so blue that they seem to glow even when they’re twenty feet underwater, a melody of pastels.

Think about mermaids in the far north, with eyelashes frosted over and lips as blue as the water around them. Think about mermaids in the far north with tails of dark blues, purples and silvers. Imagine them breaking through the ice whenever their waters freeze over and rolling around the top of it in jest, laughing as they skid and slide across the ice. Think about mermaids in the far north who speak in tongues to trolls who live in caves in cliff-faces.

Think about mermaids in the north so old they remember vikings and teach the young Old Norse, believing it to still be the language of the people in the region. Think of mermaids in the Mediterranean that remember the epics that they heard rhapsodes sing of back in the fifth century.

Think about jellyfish mermaids with trailing tentacles instead of tails. Think about them with large umbrella-shaped bells wrapped around their waists like skirts. Think about these mermaids using their tentacles to jokingly sting each other, but never going towards a fish-mermaid in fear of stinging them. Think about jellyfish mermaids with bioluminescent bells and skin with patterns and designs unique to each one of them.

Think about mermaids who live in lava. Because, you know, why not? Think about them with tails of liquid precious metals. Mermaids with tails of liquid gold, nickel, diamonds, and obsidian; their tails not having a definite form and bits and pieces of them flying out into the lava. Think about their tails solidifying as soon as they make contact with water, pulling them down to the bottom of the ocean where they’re forced to live until they die. Think about them daring each other to flip their tails out into the air, seeing who can stay out of the lava the longest and not have their tails solidify.

Think about space mermaids. Think about mermaids who live in the seas of Titan, living in a sea of methane and ethane while watching the thick orange clouds circle above their heads. Think about mermaids on Enceladus, living deep in the interior next to the warm water. Think about adventurous mermaids swimming up into the cooler waters to try to see the ice fountains on the planet’s icy surface, most of them being sucked out and launched into space.

Think about mermaids on Europa. Think about them living in the ocean between the icy surface and the rocky interior. Think about the mermaids grabbing rocks from the interior and scratching long lines across the surface so as to play games and replicate the linear fractures on the surface. Think about these mermaids who live in the deep black darkness of the ocean, but swim up to the thinner parts of the ice sheet of the planet to watch the stars and galaxies light up around them when they aren’t facing Jupiter. Think about these mermaids having different constellations that they point out to others, different myths based off of them and how they arrived in the sky.

Just think about mermaids.

Weird AU Prompts

- “Yeah, your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I’ve seen everything. Even that dance party for one” au

- “Sure, I’m an alien but I don’t know why you’d think I’d abduct people. But there’s a great eatery across the galaxy if you want to check it out” au

- “Listen, I am genetically modified and on the run and you will let me hide in your house” au

- “I was just taking a walk through the woods and I didn’t think Fae really existed, and I really don’t think I’ll accept any food from you” au

- “My dragon is acting sick and you specialize in dragon illnesses, please take a look at it. Wait, why are you laughing” au

- “Buddy, we are in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, I specialize in botany in unfavorable terrain and I just saw you make a sword out of PVC pipe and string; we’re definitely teaming up” au

- “As a wielder of dark magic I definitely plan on taking over the world once I trick you into releasing me from my prison, but crap, I think I might like you more than I meant to” au

- “Ok, so you panicked and kissed the human so he wouldn’t drown, but we can’t keep him and he can’t leave if he knows about us merpeople, so what are we going to do” au

- “Look, I honestly didn’t mean to run into any awkward werewolves on my hike and why would I tell anyone about it, what do you mean ‘take me to your leader’ are you serious. How cliché can you be” au

- “I’m a superhero and you’re the villain, but I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face” au

I bet mermaids are really great astronomers. I mean, their eyes must be super sensitive to light if they can see underwater, and there’s no place with clearer skies than the open ocean. 

What if they found navigational equipment from sunken explorers’ ships and turned the old telescope designs and star charts into something more compatible with their habitat? Optics made of polished sea-glass, extraterrestrial communications systems based on the languages of different sea creatures, etc. 

People on land talk about how they know as little about the oceans as they do about outer space, but merfolk already have the seas figured out.

So of course, what are they going to explore next? I think the answer is just as clear as it is awesome. 

anonymous asked:

HELP! So I've been an avid sterek shipper for the past 2 years and they are definitely my self-proclaimed OTP, but recently, I have begun to lose interest in it, and I'm sadly becoming numb to it... is there anything I can do to respark that love for them???

//Anon, I am sorry to hear that :( Sometimes, that happens. We move on, even from things we love. But if you want to respark your love, I will try to help. 

The main thing I do to keep my love alive is to separate the pairing from the fandom and the show. That helps me the most. I love Stiles and Derek. Sure, I love TW and the other characters, but the reason I’m obsessed with anything is Sterek. I love Derek’s stupid face and his grumpy eyebrows and his tough exterior and his soft yet resilient interior. I love Stiles’ stupid face and his beautiful eyes and his ramblings and his idgaf attitude unless he loves you, and you better watch out if he loves you bc he will burn down the WHOLE WORLD to protect you.

Maybe you need a good fic. When I get on a string of blah fics, I lose interest. But a good fic, that period where you are pulled in and you can’t stop reading about these two idiots falling in love for the 239802394th time…it’s magical. I can rec you fics if you want, fics that make me love the pairing. Or you can go trope hunting, which is what I do a lot. I want…historical! I want sports! I want coffeeshops! I want college! I want kids! I want deputies, prostitutes, slaves, amnesia, magic!stiles, human!derek, high school…there are so many possibilities. Find fics instead of relying on rec lists. Read outside of your comfort zone. I think sometimes ppl get stuck reading only what they like and don’t branch out and find new fics that can be exciting bc it’s different. I read two fics recently that are not usually my thing. One had a lot of pot smoking, the other was hate sex/enemies to lovers. Neither are my tropes and I usually avoid them. But they were recced to me highly, so I gave them a try. And I LOVED both of them. They were different than what I usually read, but it helped me get excited and think about the pairing in a different way. Read a long fic, esp if you avoid them. I avoid long fics a lot of times bc I’m a slow reader and have limited time. But some of the best fics I’ve read are over 100k. Read short fics. I don’t read much under 10k, but there are some great short fics that can give you a quick fix.

I guess where I find the most feels for Sterek is when I think about them together in ways I want to see. I write fic, so I do this a lot, but I have friends who don’t write fic who come up with ideas all the time. I just love thinking about Derek and Stiles’ lives, in so many different ways. 

Like, I like to think about them being domestic, coming home from long days at work and bickering over who didn’t do the dishes the night before and what to watch after dinner. Taking baths together and washing each other’s backs and pressing each other against slippery bathroom walls and dropping to their knees to blow each other right in the shower. Derek helping Stiles keep from getting too obsessed with anything and practice moderation, and Stiles helping Derek learn to open up and accept that he deserves good things, like a partner and a house and a Pack and a family. Waking up together and snuggling together, maybe lazy morning handjobs while they’re kissing and don’t even care about morning breath. Derek being there with Stiles in the hospital when his dad goes in for something, and Stiles going to Derek’s family’s plots to put flowers on their graves. Derek sitting in the car while Stiles goes to his mother’s grave and refusing to listen as Stiles talks to her. Stiles and Cora ganging up on Derek when they play board games, watch television, choose a restaurant, or do anything really, but Derek doesn’t mind bc he loves that Cora loves Stiles and just stares in awe as Stiles interacts with her like he’s known her his whole life. He thinks about how his mother and father would have loved Stiles, and how he wishes his family could have known him. He thinks about Stiles laughing with Laura and running through the woods with his human siblings, imagines his mom watching them with tears in her eyes bc she’s so happy for them. Stiles sometimes hovers in the doorway when Derek and his father are standing in the kitchen cooking together, or sitting on the back porch drinking beers, or sitting in the living room watching baseball games. Stiles knows that Derek can sense him, but Derek never lets on, just keeps talking to the sheriff. And Stiles can see the love and pride that the sheriff has in his eyes when he looks at Derek, and there was a time he thought he’d be jealous, but he’s not jealous, oh no. He’s so fucking happy because he loves Derek so much and Derek deserves someone to be a father figure, even though he knows it’ll never replace his own father. But he sees the way Derek almost craves the sheriff’s touch on his shoulder, his approval, the way Derek’s chest almost puffs up when the sheriff calls him “son” and the way Derek just lights up when the sheriff hugs him. He never thought his dad would accept Derek, but he’s adopted him like a second son. And they grow old together, get gray and get wrinkles, and they’re still sneaking off to blow each other in public bathrooms and pulling over on the side of the road for a quick handjob at 50 bc if anything, they’re more in love at 50 than at 25, and they’re both in such good places, with adopted kids and a strong Pack and it’s good, and Derek’s accepted it.

Or maybe Derek shows up in DC after Stiles moves there for school. He’s there bc he’s been making his way across the united states and now he’s stopping in DC, and he catches Stiles’ scent on the street and thinks, no, this can’t be Stiles. But he follows it one day, and sure enough, sitting at a table on the quad of a college campus, surrounded by stacks of books and clicking away on a laptop is Stiles. And Derek watches him like a creeper and feels something he can’t put into words- is maybe too scared to put into words - and then he leaves bc he doesn’t want to disrupt Stiles’ life. But Stiles, of course, befriends the wolves on campus and ends up at a full moon pack party and guess who is there? Derek fucking Hale, all long limbs and Henleys and scruff and Stiles is just fucking angry, but happy to actually see him, so he acts cool and sarcastic, and the other wolves are confused about what’s going on, which is to say NOTHING about the confusion Derek and Stiles feel, and they aggressively snipe at each other for weeks when they HAPPEN to cross paths (bc Derek just happens to go to the coffee shop and public library near campus, and Stiles just happens to pester his wolf friends to invite him to things) and after weeks of being sarcastic shits and angry at each other, Derek ends up pressed against the brick wall in a side street bc Stiles pushed him against it and just kisses him stupid and they’re pretty sure they would have rubbed off on each other right there against the brick wall if someone hadn’t said something as they walked by. But they end up kicking out Stiles’ roommate and fucking each other into the mattress and Stiles doesn’t even care when his roommate comes back and gets an eyefull of Derek’s glorious ass bc he just tapped that ass all night long.

But maybe you want to think about them in AUs, like Derek as a baseball player and Stiles the batting coach, and they spend hours together training and have sweaty sex in the locker room. Or maybe they’re both turn of the century lords in fancy houses who need to get married bc it’s their duties, but they’re in love with one another so they’re sneaking around at London balls just to have a moment to kiss each other or to hold hands. Or maybe Derek is a mermaid and Stiles is a marine biologist who saves him from a net he’s been caught in, and Derek is terrified of him, but Stiles is like “dude, I just want to observe you for science!” and they fall in love as Stiles learns about merpeople but he never betrays Derek’s confidence, even when Derek introduces him to all his merfamily and Stiles could change science forever.

You may be ready to move on. You may pick up a new fandom or love, but you can still love Sterek. My first otp was Harry/Ron from harry potter, and I still love them though I’m not as active in the fandom.I still read fic sometimes. I’ve currently been obsessed with Downton Abbey and took a sterek reading/writing break, but I plan on writing again soon. Sometimes we need a breather just to renew our love.

Most of all, just remember that you love that grumpy werewolf and that rambling human, and despite all their bickering, they love each other and care about each other and will protect each other.

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Originally posted by slytherinvoid

— the books have eyes (M)

Genre: Smut (kind of crack) ➝ Hogwarts AU

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader.

Plot: The Ordinary Wizarding Levels, more commonly known as OWLS, are fast approaching and although he probably should, Hufflepuff’s treasure, Jung Hoseok, simply cannot find the power inside of him to study. Not until, that is, his girlfriend offers to lend a hand, and she wonders if offering to help him was the most suitable idea.

Warnings: Public sex, fingering.

Notes: A reuploaded works from my old blog because so many accounts were trying to steal the story, and I just got really mad, so here it is, uploaded by the original owner. Do enjoy.

“Eyes on the books, Jung.”

Your eyes momentarily flick up to land on Jung Hoseok, sitting staring blankly at the textbooks in front of him. Of course, he hadn’t always been staring at the book, since his mind had a tendency of wandering during study sessions in almost every class and it was normal behaviour by now. But, even Hoseok knew himself, that these exams were exceptionally important to him and in order to do well, he had to start studying soon.

The OWLS (Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the most important exams of your entire life, probably) were less than three weeks away, and while you had been cramming in pointless facts about Trolls and the perfect way to perform the stupefy spell, your boyfriend Jung Hoseok had been busy occupying himself with other things, meaning that he quite literally did everything he could to avoid studying for his OWLS. Whether it be Quidditch, which was a fair point since Hufflepuff had a match against Ravenclaw this weekend, or the lame excuse of having to help Jimin with something after class- you name it, he was doing it.

“Why are you so bad at studying?” You heard Jimin ask Hoseok, who was sitting right beside the brunette haired boy. You grinned, thanking the God up there that the side effects that caused Jimin to have a full head of orange hair for a month, thanks to Kim Namjoon’s dodgy potion, had finally worn off. “You know you’ll never become an auror if you don’t do well on these exams.”

“Yeah, but that’s what my parents want me to do,” Hoseok explained, avoiding the wary glares of the Professor, who couldn’t help but dislike Hoseok and his usual, energetic ways. “I don’t really want to be an auror. I might just settle for some muggle job or something.”

“You’d want to be an auror though,” Jimin continued. “Earn some good money so you and Y/N can live in the house of your dreams, surrounded by the tiny feet of your young.”

Hoseok grimaced for a split second before smiling sweetly towards you, catching your shocked eye as you glanced over. He’d always found it cute whenever you studied; wearing a face of pure concentration and your hair always fell into your face. At times like those, he wished most to just lean over and brush it out of your face, maybe kiss your temple if he was feeling risky- but then he remembered that Jimin had threatened to hex him into oblivion if he made him a third-wheel again and so for the benefit of his best friend, he restricted himself. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t admire you from afar, though.

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haunting-song  asked:

Okay, finally got the courage to send in this request! How about Zen as a merman meeting a human MC? It can be like The Little Mermaid if you like; both he and Ariel share that same inner strength and determination, a big reason as to why they are two of my all-time favorite characters. <3 Or it can be a plot of your own design. The idea of Zen as a merman sounds really awesome because he *does* look like he can come from another world, and I'm sure he'd look great as one. c: Thank you so much!

When I tried writing this, Zen always somehow ended up being a siren rather than a merman and took lots of rewriting trying to figure out a plot to use, but I finally did it! Sorry for the wait, and thank you for requesting! I really want to make a full multi-part/chaptered fic with this because I had a much deeper plot in mind, buuuut for now I’ll leave it like this. (I’ll post my fic ideas for what the deeper plot of it is later tho)

There was something about the land that seemed so fascinating to a sea-dweller like Zen. Perhaps because it was a world he doesn’t know much of and wanted to learn more, or perhaps it was out of mere curiosity. Humans were such strange creatures, and though they were interesting, they were quite dangerous towards merpeople.

What was it about immortality that made humans act so violent and greedy to get a chance at it? It wasn’t like the humans knew if those legends about merpeople were true. …Well, the legends of merpeople and their link towards immortality weren’t too far off. Zen himself has never come into contact with a human, but he has heard stories from others, so despite his curiosity towards the complicated creatures, he did maintain a safe distance from them.

But even so, Zen wanted to see what the land was like. The merman couldn’t leave the sea for too long, but he did enjoy spending some time on the shore in the middle of the night with no humans in sight as his eyes scanned around the area and starry sky.

It was just like any regular night with him spending some idle time on the shore when Zen picked up on some footsteps in the sand. He glanced around and saw a human from afar. You were walking along the shore, unable to find some sleep and decided to go for a quick stroll. Zen immediately retreated back to the water, but he couldn’t help but be curious. This was his first time seeing a human after all, so he stayed behind, still keeping a safe distance away and hidden away by the night.

You sit down onto the sand with a heavy sigh, wiggling your toes in the grains that offer ticklish sensations. The corners of your lips mar themselves into a frown as you recall something unpleasant from the day, and out of frustration, you pick up a small stone and throw it into the water. You were expecting to hear a splash, but all you heard instead was a voice.


Your eyes widen, and you immediately stand up in a panic. “Who’s there?!”

Zen was about to leave at risk of getting caught, but he can see the fear in your expression, and he bites his lip. Human or not, he wasn’t one to leave a woman in distress. Trying to push away the thoughts of what the consequences might be, the merman makes himself known to you. “You should be careful throwing stuff into the ocean. People live here.”

Confusion etches its way onto your features as this gorgeous young man is revealed in the moonlight, his silvery white hair catching the moonlight in all the right ways. “Who…are you?” You ask slowly before your eyes look into the water and realize that this young man doesn’t have any legs but a— “Are you a merman?!” You gasp in awe and wonder.

There’s a small moment of silence before Zen asks, “…Are you not going to try to catch me to eat me?”

“What? Why would I do that?” Your face scrunches up in disgust at the idea.

“Isn’t that what you humans do with us? Eating the flesh of us merfolk to gain immortality?”

You furrow your eyebrows together. “I have no idea what kind of humans you’ve been hanging out with, but I’m not like that.” Suddenly realizing how rude you were being, you quickly introduce yourself, offering your name to the merman.

“I’m Zen,” the male introduces himself to you after coming to the decision that you seem friendly enough.

After that, it sort of became a natural occurrence for the two of you to meet up on the shore in the middle of the night. Both you and Zen engaged in conversations about each other’s world, interested in the way the other lived; however, the conversations started to shift at some point. It was no longer about the other’s world as a whole, but about the other as a person. The topics of discussion changed from the foods people eat to your favourite type of food, or places that exist to places you’ve been to and would want to visit.

“You know,” Zen starts one day, “we’re always talking here on the shore. How about we go a bit further into the water?”

You hesitate for a moment. “I-I would like to, but…the thing is…I don’t know how to swim. I-I’m afraid of drowning, to be honest, especially at night with nobody else around.”

“I’m here,” Zen reminds you with a reassuring smile. “I’ll keep you safe.”

You don’t know why, but you end up trusting the merman. You give a slow nod of your head. “Okay then, tomorrow night. I’ll be sure to wear my swimsuit.”

As promised, the next night, you had worn a swimsuit underneath your usual attire. Warmth crawled up to Zen’s cheeks as he watched you strip down to it before you take a few steps into the water. “It’s cold!” You complain with a shiver, but you don’t back out. You’ve already gone this far.

You continue walking, the seafloor getting deeper and deeper, and a sense of anxiety fills you the more your body is submerged in water. You’re on your tiptoes by now, and Zen immediately goes to your side, grabbing hold of your hand. “It’s okay, I’m right here. Just relax…”

You nod, putting your faith and trust in the merman, and he guides you a bit further into the water, squeezing your hand and not once letting go. You kick your legs around for a bit, trying to figure out what kind of movement would help you stay afloat, and after a while, you finally get used to it. Even after becoming more comfortable, however, Zen doesn’t let go of you, tilting his head to the side as he stares at you.

“This is the closest we’ve ever been,” the merman notes with a small hum, the sound ringing pleasantly in your ear.

You find yourself blushing at the realization, and offer an awkward sound of acknowledgement, finding yourself unable to trust your own voice at the moment. At your silence, Zen decides to continue, “It’s a bit strange… I didn’t expect humans to be so…soft to the touch. It’s nice, and I quite like it.”

Almost as though to prove his point, Zen trails a finger along the length of your arm, starting from the wrist all the way to your shoulders. Your heart leaps in your chest when he doesn’t stop, dragging all of his fingers now along the column of your neck to your jawline before cupping your cheek. Your heart hammers against you when Zen locks his gaze with yours.

There’s something about the way he looks at you that makes your cheeks flush. Somehow, it seems like your senses are heightened, and you can take note of every single detail. Your forms reflected on the surface of the water. The moonlight illuminating the pair of you. The subtle sounds of moving water. The warmth of Zen’s body against yours. The way his shaky breaths mix with yours in the small space between your lips as Zen leans closer towards you, tilting his head to the side which allows some of his hair around his shoulders to fall off.

You close your eyes in anticipation, and you feel Zen’s lips on the corner of your mouth. He lingers there for a moment before suddenly leaning back, almost as though just realizing what he was doing.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I—I-I just felt like…” The merman stumbles with his words before trailing off, the redness of his cheeks plainly obvious even in the darkness of the night.

You squeeze Zen’s hand, prompting him to look up at you. “I think I understand…”

arituzz  asked:

Hey :) Do you have any insight/ressources about sirens and merpeople? Thank you very much ♡ btw I absolutely love your blog, thank you for everything that you post!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad you’ve found this blog helpful. And what a great question. It’s important to note, first of all, that Sirens and Mermaids are not the same creature, but in media, they are often condensed into one (See TV Trope: Sirens are Mermaids). 

In reality, Sirens are half women half bird creatures, while mermaids are half fish half woman. Do you have to follow this? No. Few do. More often than not, we see sirens condensed simply to a woman whose song makes men lose their minds as it lures them in and often the bird aspect gets replaced by the much more common and lusted after mermaid–known for their beautiful faces and beautiful tales. Whatever you decide to use, here are some resources I think will help: 

I also have a resource post here about Mermaids that might help you. 

anonymous asked:

Could you rec some fics where Harry is a little shit ie quite sassy/cynical??? Idk if your attractive/popular/sexy rec list would be too similar though? I love your blog btw 💕

I feel like some of these fics won’t EXACTLY fit the bill since I can’t remember exactly how sassy Harry is in all of them, but he definitely isn’t a grumpy bore in any of them!!


Are You There God? It’s Me, Draco (floweringjudas)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 23k, Summary: Harry and Draco are straight Aurors. Then they’re gay teachers. It makes sense in context.

Letter From The Ministry (florahart)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 11.3k, Summary: Harry, who on further consideration has decided not to participate so much in the Wizarding world for a while, has been called in by the Aurors office to have a look at a situation. There are islands, he can’t breathe, Draco is surprisingly soothing, and between them, they turn out to be all right at math.

Appallingly Wrong And Irreparably Broken (tessacrowley)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 26,695, Summary: Everything in Harry’s life is pretty terrible, all things considered. His ex-wife won’t stop sleeping around, the government is broken, and his life is an endless cycle of crippling self-hatred and bitter sarcasm. So when Draco Malfoy comes sauntering back into it, sharp as a tack and twice as fit as he has any right to be, the only comfort Harry can find is that he can’t possibly make it any worse. You know, probably.

1,000 Points For Gryffindor (@blithelybonny)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 25.1k, Summary: The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry’s suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy’s hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous!

Keep It Simple, Stupid (lomonaaeren)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 24.7k, Summary: Draco just wants to do his job and keep the newly competent Death Eaters from assassinating Potter. Potter just wants to flirt with him. It is not much fun to be Draco Malfoy right now.

Hey, Potter! (SunseticMonster)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 16k, Summary: Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

Antediluvia (@lol-zeitgeistic)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 56.4k, Summary: Everyone always forgets about the Merpeople. So did Harry until the day his, Lee’s, and Hermione’s Portkeys land at Reagan National Airport’s Arrivals dais. He’s just had to leave a job he loves and pack his entire life—literally—into his luggage. Then Malfoy and his subplots arrive, and suddenly, saving the world again, one Mermaid at a time, sounds like the perfect excuse to do something he’s always wanted.

The Way Down (@letteredlettered)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 65.5k, Summary: Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he’s become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.

Fear And Loathing At The Phoenix (curiouslyfic)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 20,000, Summary: Harry’s Hunter S. Thompson. Draco’s his attorney. It’s the Tenth annual Victory Day and there’s Journalism afoot.

A Hundred Visions And Revisions (oflights)

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Pairing: George x Reader

Request: HELLO PERSON!!!! I HAS A REQUEST FOR YOUS!!! So what if George dating this hufflepuff girl who is half human half mermaid. Like her dad is a merman and her mom’s a human witch or whatever. What do you think!? Your amazing stay beautiful!!! 💋

A/N: HELLO FRIEND!! I love the thought of this imagine, i think about the story all the time! I don’t know how true some of the facts are, but yeah I’M SO HAPPY YOU REQUESTED THIS! also sorry for not posting in a while

Squicks: Bitta swearing, bitta blood

For today’s lesson in Care for Magical Creatures, Hagrid had asked the class to meet by the Black Lake. No one knew what strange and terrifying creature Hagrid would introduce you all to today, but it was never really good.

You, Harry, Ron and Hermione were apprehensive on Hagrid’s classes, but because it was Hagrid, you tried to always show as much enthusiasm as possible, which was sometimes hard…

“Right, now…” Hagrid began as he walked towards the crowd of students, “Who can ‘ave a guess at what we’re going ter be doing today?”

Everyone looked out into the lake, thinking that surely there can’t be anything too dangerous in there, since the lake was in the school,

“Hagrid…” Hermione started, looking at him with a wary expression, “we aren’t studying merpeople, are we?”

A shiver went through your body hearing the word. Oh God.

Right you are, Hermione!” Hagrid confirmed happily, “today, we’re goin’ ter be studyin’ merpeople”.

“Now, obviously we can’t see ‘em, nor go into the lake ter see ‘em, but this is where they be alrigh’”.

Hagrid began to explain about merpeople and all the facts that we would need to know for your upcoming essay on them,

“Now, merpeople ‘ave greyish skin and long, wild, dark green hair. Their eyes are yellow, jus’ like their broken teeth, and they wear thick ropes of pebbles around their necks.“ Hagrid explained,

“Not all of them,” you say before you could stop yourself.

Everyone turned to look at you, waiting for you to continue,

“Er, half-breed merpeople take on the appearance as regular humans,” you say nervously, everyone looking at you with bewilderment, Hagrid looking asthough he wanted you to continue, “Well… when they touch water, their legs bind together to form a tail and gills form on the side of their necks, and they only transform back to their human form once they’re completely dry,”

“How did yer know all that?” Hagrid asked, looking wildly impressed, “Yer ain’t supposed ter learn all that ’til Year 5,”

“Just enthusiastic, I guess,” you say with a smile, trying to not look so nervous,

“Well nonetheless, well done Y/n, 20 points to Gryffindor!”

You smiled a thank-you to Hagrid, and looked back out over the lake while he continued to teach the class about merpeople.

“For yer homework, I want each o’ yer ter write six inches of parchment on merpeople,” a few of the students groaned, “Write as much as yer know on merpeople, even if it is higher than O.W.L level” he said, looking at you.

—— Next Class ——

Here’s Y/n’s essay here if you were interested on my half-breed merpeople canons

Once again, your class met on the dock at the edge of the Black Lake. Before class started, everyone handed up their rolls of parchment to Hagrid.

I should’ve mentioned this before… You were smitten over George Weasley. Since you were two years younger than him, you didn’t really get to spend much time with him or his twin brother Fred. Today, however, it seems as though his class has joined yours for some strange reason.

“Now, as yer may ‘ave noticed,” Hagrid said, getting everyone’s attention, “we ‘ave the year 5 class joining us today,” the students from each class looked at the others, George giving you a smile and a wink, giving you butterflies,

“Now, they’re ‘ere because a certain someone” Hagrid said looking directly at you with a big smile, “…is top of the class not only in her own, but in the year 5 class as well!” he continued with a beaming proud smile on his face. You blushed at all the eyes staring at you, God I hope no one suspects anything…

“Now, year 3s, I’ll have you get out yer Monster Book of Monsters, year 5’s, yer Fantastic Beasts”.

While everyone was rummaging through their bags, Draco Malfoy strode over to you,

“I bet Hermione must be cut,” he said with a mean looking smile, “Someone’s finally out-nerded the Mudblood in class!” Crabe and Goyle both laugh as if Draco had told the best joke ever, with Hermione looking hurt yet disgusted.

“Shove off, Malfoy,” you say menacingly, getting up from your bag,

He laughs at you, looking at Crabe and Goyle with a satisfied smirk on his face,

“How is it you know so much about those stupid fish people, hm?” he asks you, as you clenched your fists by your sides.

“They weren’t in any of the textbooks we have, and we all know you’re not smart enough to have known all that shit anyway,” the Slytherin’s all laugh, getting the attention of the other students, including the twins, George keeping a close eye.

Malfoy steps closer to you, his face inches from yours, “there’s only one reason i can think of…”

and before you could say anything, Malfoy pushes you as hard as he can, sending you stumbling backwards. You scream as you slip on the edge of the dock and suddenly you’re submerged in the dark waters of the Black Lake.

You can hear people calling out to you, and you can see the blurry shapes of people leaning over the dock, looking into the water.

You look down and see your legs beginning to shimmer a blue-green colour. You feel the skin of the side of your neck tear and the cool water rushing in and out, enabling you to breathe. Now your legs had binded together, forming a shimmering tail.

You turn around, but before you can swim away out of embarrassment, you’re face-to-face with four angry looking merpeople, all of them wielding tridents. You try to swim back to the dock but they grab hold of your tail, pulling you back towards you, where they start to slash at you.

“George, what are you doing?” Fred asks his brother, as George begins taking his shirt off,

“Someone’s got to go and get her, don’t they!” George shouted, looking at Draco and sending him a death glare,

“Non one’s goin’ in!” Hagrid shouts, causing everyone to face him, “it’s too dangerous, the merpeople are extremely vicious this time o’ year,”

“Hagrid, she’s been down there for too long, she could drown!” George says as if it’s obvious that he has to save you,

“She can’t drown” Hermione says.

“What do you mean she can’t drown?! She’s been underwater for about two minutes! She can’t—“ George begins, but is cut off by Hermione,

“Draco’s right,” she says, also glaring at Draco angrily.

The whole class looks at Hermione puzzled,

“She is a mermaid”.

The class gasps and whispers to one another. Fred and George both exchange looks, before looking over the edge of the dock into the dark waters. Just then, there’s a loud splash and you’re flung out of the water, landing on the peer. Your body lands with a loud thud, but you don’t move.

“Errybody get back!” Hagrid shouts, causing everyone to step back and form a circle around you, watching with wide eyes. George doesn’t move. He can’t help but stare at you, scared of what might happen.

“What’s happened?” a kid from the back of the crowd shouts,

“She’s been attacked by the other merpeople,” Hagrid confirms.

George drops to his knees next to you and checks to see if you’re okay. Now that you were out of the water, the blood had started to show on your skin from all the cuts on your body.

“She’s starting to dry!” Hermione says, observing your tail slowly starting to split in two.

Instinctively, George wraps his shirt around you, ensuring that you’re mostly covered, when suddenly you wake up with a series of coughing and gasps.

The class sighs with relief with a round of “thank God”s being said among everyone.

You open your eyes to see that you’re in George’s arms, him looking down at you,

“George…” you begin to say, when Draco butts in from the front of the crowd,

“Lookie here, Fishy’s finally woken up!” the Slytherin’s all laugh loudly, calling you ‘Fishy’ as they do so, the name apparently catching on quickly.

“You fucking bastard!” you scream, making to stand up, when your legs give way and you’re back in George’s arms. Your legs hadn’t quite gone back to normal, so you couldn’t stand up yet, and Draco and his gang of shits all laugh even harder.

“Class dismissed, get back in the castle the lot o’ yer!” Hagrid bellows, looking directly at Draco, causing him to show a look of fear for a brief moment, “don’t you think for a moment that Professor Dumbledore won’ be hearin’ ‘bout this!”

The class all leave, except for you and the twins.

“Y/n are you alright?” George asks sincerely, cupping your cheek with his hand, looking at all the small cuts on your face.

You nod, not daring say anything in case you begin to cry, not from the pain, but from embarrassment. You had kept this secret from all your life, and now everyone’s found out that you’re some sort of half-breed freak.

George must’ve been able to see the sadness on your face, simply saying ‘come on’ before putting his arm around your back and his other behind your knees, standing up with you in his arms bridal-style, “let’s get you inside so you don’t freeze to death”.

You give him a small nod before he starts to walk up to the castle, Fred in front of the two of you leading the way.

Walking through the castle, Fred is quick to hex anyone who dares laugh or even utter the word “Fishy”, and before too long you were in the common room.

George takes you up to his dorm, since he can’t take you into yours. He sets you down on his bed gently and with a smile, before retrieving some warm clothes from his trunk. You thank him before he turns around and leaves the room to give you some privacy.

You look around the boys’ dormitory, taking in your surroundings. The room was a lot different from yours, with clothes all over the floor. Next to George’s bed and supposedly Fred’s were a small pile of cardboard boxes with an orange W, assumingly for their joke shop.

Before long, George comes back in, cautiously peering around the door to make sure you were dressed.

“How are you feeling now?” He asks, walking towards you and setting himself next to you on the bed,

“Mortified… Warmer, but just as mortified,” you say with a small nervous laugh, before you remember everything that had happen and start to feel sad again.

George scoots closer and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest, rubbing your back as you cry into him.

What felt like hours passes and you’ve finally stopped crying.

“You don’t need to be upset, Y/n,” George says soothingly. You look up at him, wanting him to try and explain why on earth you shouldn’t be upset,

“It’s who you are, you shouldn’t have to try and hide that,” he says, “also, being able to turn into a mermaid is pretty cool,” he says with a cheeky grin, causing you to laugh.

“Thank you, George,” you say, staring into his eyes, inching your face a little closer,

“No need to thank me,” he says quietly as he, too, leans closer to you, and your faces are barely inches away from each other. You thought that this was finally the moment you had been waiting for, when suddenly the door bangs open, causing the two of you to jump and snap your heads towards Fred,

“How’s everything— oh… oh!” he says, seeing how close the two of you were, and you both instinctively shuffle back away from each other awkwardly.

“Oh no no no Y/n don’t worry, he likes you too,” Fred says cheekily, causing both you and George’s eyes to widen, “He’s liked you since you first came to Hogwarts, I remember he was worried you’d fancy Ron more than him, but as it turns out—“

“Fred that’s enough,” George warns, his cheeks probably just as red as yours,

“Ah right, right, I’m ruining the mood,” Fred nods, “Anyway, Georgie fancies Y/n, I’ve been told that Y/n fancies Georgie, so have fun kids,” Fred says with a wink before shutting the door behind him.

George brings his hand to his forehead looking embarrassed, when it dawns on you that the only reason Fred even came in was to embarrass his brother.

You place your hand on George’s jaw and nudge his head to face you, and you lean in and connect your lips with him, him instantly kissing you back.

SHE’S KISSED HIM!” Fred calls from outside the door, apparently he hadn’t closed it fully, and now the entire common room was cheering, causing both you and Fred to smile into the kiss.

“Watch out Y/n, Georgie doesn’t have much experience with girls so he’s probably a really wet kisser, so try not to sprout a tail on us!” Fred calls out, causing everyone (including yourself) to laugh.

George suddenly breaks away from the kiss abruptly, shouts “fuck off” as loud as he can, before bringing his face to yours and starts kissing you just as you were before.