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Prompts Masterlist

~*~GOLDEN TRIO ERA~*~

{ DRACO MALFOY }

Draco’s Boggart
Draco faces his Boggart in front of the class, however no one but him expects who steps out…

• Arranged {COMPLETED}
Part 1Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8 {Rewrite} Part 9 Part 10
Draco and Y/n aren’t on the greatest of terms, however when both receive news of an arranged marriage, they must learn to tolerate each other, and possibly fall in love…

Bad Day
Y/n has been having a bad day/week, and who better to cheer her up than best friend Draco Malfoy?

Torture
At Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix is having the time of her life torturing poor muggle-born Hermione, however Draco’s girlfriend Y/n isn’t as happy about it…

First Encounters
The story of how Draco Malfoy met his beautiful wife, Astoria Greengrass, in a small pub in Hogsmeade.

Umbridge
After a ‘special’ detention with Umbridge, Y/n tries to hide her injured hand from her boyfriend, Draco, who is less than pleased when he finds out about it.

Storm
When a storm attacks Hogwarts, Y/n can’t seem to sleep, especially since they’re her biggest fear. With help from her boyfriend Draco, Y/n realises storms perhaps aren’t as bad when you have someone to take care of you…

The Third Task
Cedric is Y/n’s best friend, so when tragedy strikes in the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, it’s up to Draco to try and console her.

• Bet
Part 1 Part 2
When Draco makes a bet with a Gryffindor girl, will he win his date to the Yule Ball, or be forced to be Y/n’s slave for a month?

• Help Me {Soulmate AU}
Part 1 Part 2
Soulmate AU where whatever Y/n writes on her skin also appears on her soulmate’s skin. Draco is determined to find the girl who is begging to be saved from herself.

Broken
A short blurb about how Draco is coping with the task assigned to him by The Dark Lord.

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{ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM }

Sweet Wrappers
A small blurb on Neville Longbottom, based on a section of text from Order of the Phoenix.

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~*~MARAUDERS ERA~*~

{ JAMES POTTER }

Mistakes
James doesn’t react well to getting his best friend Y/n pregnant. When will he finally decide what he really wants?

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{ SIRIUS BLACK }

Drunk
Sirius finds himself looking after a drunk Y/n, who is determined to make it as difficult as possible for him to do so.

Numb {Songfic}
Songfic based on the lyrics of Linkin Park’s ‘Numb’.

One Chance
Sirius Black wants to be with Y/n L/n, but can he prove that he’s more than just his one night stands?

Don’t Do It
Whatever you do, don’t think about it…

Pregnant
When Y/n has a one night stand with Sirius Black, she finds the consequences are far worse than she ever thought.

• Revenge
Prologue Part 1
A series based on the events in the film John Tucker Must Die

Tattoo
Sirius takes Y/n to get her first tattoo; an elephant with her sister’s initials within.

Sirius Prompt
All Sirius really wants is a hug from his girlfriend.

Shape Of You {Songfic}
Songfic based on the lyrics of Ed Sheeran’s ‘Shape Of You’.

Prank
Imagine based on the prompt “Shut up and kiss me.”

So Close
Sirius is so close to a perfect life with Y/n, yet there always seems to be something - or someone - standing in his way.

I Always Was
Y/n is in love with her best friend Sirius Black, a boy notorious for his one night stands. After he leaves her to hook up with another girl, he finally realises his true feelings.

Maybe I Just Like Being With You
A classic love story where flirtation turns into something more.

We’re Soulmates? {Soulmate AU}
On a random day of a random year, you will switch bodies with your soulmate, and you won’t switch back until you meet again. In which Sirius Black wakes up to find himself in a female’s body, and absolutely freaks out.

Insecure
Sirius tries to make Y/n feel better when she skips class due to negative thoughts of herself.

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{ REMUS LUPIN }

Crush
The Marauders constantly tease Y/n about her crush on Remus. After months of denying it to them, Y/n finally cracks, admitting to it. A certain Mr Lupin overhears…

Full Moon
After a particularly bad full moon, Y/n decides it’s time to admit that she knows all about Remus’ little secret, especially since she’s known for years.

Study Partners
Having a crush is hard, especially when they don’t seem to notice you…

-POA Remus Lupin-

Professor
Y/n has a crush on her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, who has to decide whether or not to act on his own feelings towards her…

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~*~WOULD INCLUDES~*~

Being Draco’s crush would include…

Being on your period and Draco finding out would include…

Being Ron’s crush would include…

Valentine’s Day with Fred would include…

Being George’s date on Valentine’s Day would include…

Sirius looking after you whilst you’re sick would include…

A fluffy night with Sirius would include…

Dating Remus would include…

A Slytherin/Hufflepuff friendship would include…

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~*~AESTHETICS~*~

{ HOUSES }

Gryffindor
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

Hufflepuff
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Ravenclaw
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Slytherin
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

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{ CHARACTERS }

Harry Potter
“You’re a wizard, Harry!”

Luna Lovegood
“You’re just as sane as I am.”

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{ PLACES }

Hogwarts
“Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
~ Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon”

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~*~MOODBOARDS~*~

{ HOUSES }

Gryffindor
Gryffindor values bravery, daring, nerve and chivalry.

Hufflepuff
Hufflepuff values hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play.

Ravenclaw
Ravenclaw values intelligence, knowledge, and wit.

Slytherin
Slytherin values ambition, cunning and resourcefulness.

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{ CHARACTERS }

Draco Malfoy
“My father will hear about this!”

Harry Potter
“No need to call me sir, professor.”

Ron Weasley
“She needs to sort out her priorities.”

Hermione Granger
“Another clever idea to get us killed, or worse… expelled!”

Luna Lovegood
“Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”

The Weasley Twins
“You know, George, I’ve always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement.”
“Fred, I’ve been thinking exactly the same thing.”

Neville Longbottom
“Yeah? You and whose army?!”

Cedric Diggory
“Harry. Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.”

Ginny Weasley
“The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

Pansy Parkinson
“Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom? Never thought you’d like fat little crybabies, Parvati.”

Bellatrix Lestrange
“He knows how to play. Itty-bitty-baby-Potter.”

James Potter
“Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! I’ll hold him off!”

Sirius Black
“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”

Remus Lupin
“It is the quality of one’s conviction that determines success, not the number of followers.”

Lily Evans
“Harry, you are so loved… Harry, be safe. Be strong.”

Severus Snape
“Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education has not been wasted on you, Potter… ‘Ghosts are transparent’.”

Newt Scamander
“My philosophy is, worrying means you suffer twice.”

Tina Goldstein
“Yesterday, a wizard entered New York with a case. A case full of magical creatures. And unfortunately, some have escaped.”

Queenie Goldstein
“But I made ‘em cocoa.”

Jacob Kowalski
“Hey! Mr. English Guy! I think your egg is hatched.”

Masterpost

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Headcanons
HARRY POTTER

Draco x reader

Imagines & One-shot & Song Request
HARRY POTTER

Draco x Reader

George x Reader

Fred x Reader

Harry x Reader

Sirius x Reader

Severus x Reader

No Romance

LUCIFER

Lucifer x Reader

MARVEL

Bruce Banner x Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Loki x Reader

Natasha x Reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Tony Stark x Reader

No Romance

MERLIN

Arthur x Reader

Gwaine x Reader

Melin x Reader

No Romance

ONCE UPON A TIME

Mad Hatter x Reader

No Romance

SHERLOCK

Mycroft x Reader

Sherlock x John

Sherlock x Reader

Not Romance

STAR TREK

Doctor ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader

STAR WARS

Han Solo x Reader

SUPERNATURAL

Balthazar x Reader

Castiel x Reader

Charlie x Reader

Chuck x Reader

Crowley x Reader

Dean x Reader

Death x Reader

Gabriel x Reader

Lucifer x Reader

Michael x Reader

Sam x Reader

No Romance

Commissioned Epilogue to Man Out of Time

One of my ALL TIME favorite Captain America comics is “Man Out of Time” - a fantastically written miniseries by Mark Waid and GORGEOUSLY illustrated by Jorge Molina ( @jorgemolinam ) that retells the story of Cap coming out of the ice.  It deals with the weight of loss of his removal from his own time, grieving over Bucky’s loss (and remembering him after the Brubaker soft retcon of being about 20 when he “died”).

One of the most striking moments to me is at one point in a flashback, Cap is talking to Bucky about what they want to do after the war is over.  Bucky says that he always wanted to visit the Grand Canyon - he never saw it - and it is a part of/represents what they’re fighting the war for.

At the end of the comic, as Cap has some time to himself, he travels to the Grand Canyon for Bucky, as a way to deal with his loss, and this moment happens:


And, well, this moment always gets me.  Steve going there, drawing Bucky, and “showing him” the Grand Canyon in the only way he can.  It’s his way to try to start to move forward.


It was always a dream of mine to see an epilogue, of Steve being actually able to take him there in person after he finds out he’s still alive.  This weekend, I was able to make that a reality.

I had the distinct privilege to be able to commission Jorge Molina himself (the original artist of Man out of Time), at Wizard World New Orleans for just that scene, and here it is:



I am BLOWN AWAY by the work he did - this is a traditional media piece, done in inks and copic markers, and the values he worked in, the expressions, the dynamic pose that conveys the awe of the location, and yet still have it be a tender, quiet moment between the two of them.  in the Grand Canyon, Steve with the sketchbook, hand squeezing Bucky’s shoulder, both masks off and taking in the natural majesty of the canyon.


And God, to see Bucky looking honest-to-god /HAPPY/.  

;__________;


Thank you SO much, Jorge, this is everything I could have wanted and more.

Maybe I’ll be able to (ditigally) color this some day :)

EDIT - I have digitally colored the commission with Jorge’s permission, and posted it HERE :) 

anonymous asked:

Okay, I would like to ask if there is anything in this story that you did/did not intend to include at the beginning of the story. For example: you meant for frisk to be a wizard from the beginning. If there is anything you did not mean to add, what changed your mind. I am very interested in hearing the different things that either made the cut or got removed from the story you are currently telling. Thanks for making such a wonderful story!

Things I fully intended from day one…
-Wizard Frisk
-Chara showing up and being a complicated antagonist
-Flowey’s soul speck
-Frisk’s love of dogs
-Chara knitting
-Undyne and Alphys’ parents
-Frisk being from an abusive household

Things that just happened somehow…
-Frisk x Kid
-Aidrian, Jason, Maverick, and some others you have not met yet
-Sans getting possessed… it was going to be Papyrus at first
-The Memepocalypse
-Toriel getting stabbed
-Toriel getting shot
-Goopster showing up
-Undyne suplexing Maverick

Just to name a few.
-TQ

Trapped on Christmas Eve (Part 2)

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Trapped in Vancouver National Airport on Christmas Eve, thanks to bizarre weather, fate runs into you. And his name is Bucky Barnes. When the two of you accidentally swap phones, you’re in for a fun ride. Will you make it on time to coming back home for the holiday, or will you be stuck inside the airport with a stranger you barely even know’s phone? 

Word Count: 1,807.

A/N: Thanks a bunch for all the feedback on the first part!!! I really appreciate it. Hope you guys like the second one! (ps: everything talked about with the airport is all made up, so if you’ve ever been to vancouver international, just disregard my inaccuracy lol)

Part 1 

Originally posted by buckysqueenbitch


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The gender reveal
  • (The year is 2017; Harry and Draco, aged 37, find themselves at a gender reveal party.)
  • Draco: I don't understand this at all, Potter.
  • Harry, sighing: It's George's newest bestseller. St Mungo's sends WWW the fetus's sex and they magic fireworks to reveal the news. Blue fireworks for boy, pink for girl.
  • Draco: I know that. What I don't understand is why.
  • Harry: It's insane. That's why you don't understand. And another thing! It's not a "gender" reveal. It's a "sex" reveal.
  • Draco, raising an eyebrow: You and Hermione need to stop reading those Witch and Gender Studies books.
  • Harry: I'm serious! All they know is whether the baby will come out with a penis!
  • Draco: Admittedly, an important factor. Oh Salazar, look. We are not playing this game, Harry.
  • Harry: What are they doing?!
  • Draco: I think they're Charming one team blue and one team pink and having them race? This is so undignified. Quick, Disillusion me. Did you bring your Cloak?
  • Harry: Shut up. What I don't understand is, who cares if they have a boy or a girl?
  • Draco: Say what you want about Pureblood traditions, Potter. Call us regressive. Call us bigoted. We would never tolerate this nonsense. Only you barmy progressives could come up with something so preposterous.
  • Harry: Oh bloody hell. Now they have pink and blue cakes and we're supposed to guess the sex by way of eating cake.
  • Draco: Can I demand a blue cake with pink frosting?
  • Harry, laughing: Yes! Let's do it! Let's sneak up and Transfigure them! You make the blue frosting pink on yours. I'm going to make my whole cake rainbow. Can I write "Queer AF" on top? That's what the kids say these days, right?
  • Draco, smirking: Oh, I dare you. If you actually do that, I will do the dishes for a month.
  • ....... Five minutes later......
  • Harry, grimacing: I've never seen a grandmother so angry.
  • Draco, scowling: I've never been accused of brainwashing a fetus before.
  • Harry: Do you think we can leave yet?
  • Draco: Potter, you are the most conspicuous guest at any gathering. No, I don't think we can sneak out before the penis-status announcement.
  • Harry: Have I mentioned how stupid I think this is.
  • Draco: A few hundred times. And though you know I agree with you, you need to stop whining about it.
  • Harry, smirking: Make me, Malfoy.
  • *Heated snogging*
  • Draco: Oh good, here comes the announcement about the presence or absence of the fetus vagina.
  • Harry, snickering: I don't think I've ever heard you say the word 'vagina' before.
  • Draco: Well, it's not in my general vocabulary.
  • Harry: Thank Merlin for that. ... Oh God, here it comes.
  • *Fireworks*
  • Draco: Annnnnnnnnd the fetus has a penis.
  • Harry: I don't understand how I'm supposed to be feeling right now. Am I supposed to be happy?
  • Draco: I don't know. Salazar. I am NOT wearing one of those "It's a Wizard!" hats.
  • Harry: Can we leave yet?
  • Draco: Yes, thank Merlin.
  • Harry: Do we have to say goodbye?
  • Draco: You have absolutely no manners.
  • Harry: Well what the fuck am I supposed to say? Glad to hear your fetus has a cock?
  • Draco: Just shut your mouth and I will do the pleasantries for both of us, then we can go home and I'll show you what else has a cock.
  • Harry, leering: Can we do a reveal with fireworks?
You Seem Familiar (Newt x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Originally posted by she-who-nailed-it

Request:   Could you do a newt x reader where the reader is a hufflepuff who helps newt find his creatures in new york after spotting the niffler get loose, and eventually they end up falling for eachother and Newt is like “why did i never speak to you in school? I would’ve liked it a lot more with someone like you by my side” ? You can decide why the reader is in NY, but please could you make it fluffy? Thankyou sm  - Anon

Once again, even if you’re not in Hufflepuff I think this is one of the best things I’ve ever written xD

This is the 2nd longest one I’ve written I believe


You were in New York on business regarding something the Ministry needed to talk to MACUSA about in private.  But the meeting wasn’t until Sunday, and it was Thursday, so you had some time to spare.  You were exploring the magnificent city when you came across MaryLou Barebone and her rally.  You stood at the back, not wanting to be noticed.

She’s insane, you thought.

Just then, MaryLou called out someone in the crowd.  You stood on your tiptoes to get a better look.

“I’m more of a chaser, really.”

You recognized that voice.

Newt Scamander!  I had Care of Magical Creatures with him in fifth year.  He was the best in the class, only… he didn’t really have any friends.  I always admired him, though.  Especially in the Hufflepuff common room where he would swarm himself with books on magical creatures and beasts.

MaryLou asked Newt another question, but he abruptly stopped her.  “Excuse me,” he said sounding alarmed, and rushed into the bank.

Being curious, you followed him in.  You saw Newt frantically looking around; under tables and chairs, up on the ceiling, basically everywhere.  You heard the clatter of coins.  Of course, the muggles didn’t think much of it.  It was a bank, after all.  But you knew something was odd.

Then it hit you.  A Niffler!  Nifflers always were Newt’s favorite creature.  He even wrote a five-page essay on them once; not for a grade, just because he wanted to!
Suddenly, you felt your bracelet get snatched off.  You had fast reflexes, so you spun around and whipped out your wand.  “Accio, Niffler!” you said, quietly enough to not cause a scene, but still loud enough for the spell to work.  The furry little troublemaker flew into your hands, and you grabbed your bracelet back.  It tried to wiggle its way out of your hands but you kept a firm grip on it.  You swiftly walked over to where Newt was still looking for it.

“Mr. Scamander, I believe this is your Niffler,” you said, holding the Niffler out to him.

Newt’s eyes widened in surprise when he realized you were a wizard too.  “Good heavens!  Thank you so much Miss…,”

“L/N.  But you can call me Y/N,” you replied as Newt took the Niffler from you and crouched down to put it back in his case.

He stood back up.  “Y/N L/N…,” he said, clearly thinking of something.  “That name sounds familiar.  You were a Hufflepuff too, right?  In my year?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Yes, that’s me.  Now I think we ought to get out of here before we start to look suspicious.

“Allow me,” Newt said before grabbing your hand and disapparating you two onto the side of the street.

“Well, I suppose I should get going now.  Nice to see you again, Newt,” you said and turned to start walking, but Newt stopped you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Wait, he began, and you turned back around to face him.  “You caught my Niffler for me… the least I could do is buy you a cup of coffee.

You smiled.  “Coffee it is,” you responded, linking arms with him and disapparated to a small, nice coffee shop on the corner.

After you both ordered your coffee, you sat at a small table outside.

“So, Newt, what’s happened to you since school?” you asked, taking a sip of your steaming coffee.

“Oh… uh… nothing all that exciting.  Saved a few creatures and beasts here and there that now live in my case,” he answered, patting the side of his brown raggedy case.  “Oh, and I’m writing a book on them.  About why we should be protecting these creatures and not killing them.”

“Yes!  I’ve heard around the Ministry someone in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was writing a book.  You should be very proud of yourself, Newt.”

He blushed a little.  “Thank you, Y/N.  What’s been going on in your life?  Any… relationships?”

You raised your eyebrows.  “No.  Never really had the time, sadly.  Asides from my failed relationships,” you joked, making Newt grin.  “I don’t do anything as exciting as you.  “I do my job at the Ministry, earn my pay and then I go home.  Pretty simple and boring, really.”

“And what exactly are you doing in America?”

“The Minister personally asked me to attend a private meeting with MACUSA.  Of course, I can’t say anything about it since it’s private,” you replied.

“Well that doesn’t seem boring at all.  Out of the hundreds of wizards the Minister could have chosen, he chose you.  You must be a very special wizard, Y/N,” Newt said sweetly.

You blushed.  “Please.  I’m just your average Hufflepuff.”

“No, you’re not.  You’re special, and I like that.  Why did I never speak to you in school?  It would have been a lot less lonely and a lot more enjoyable with you by my side,” he said, turning red as soon as he realized what he had said.

“You’re very kind, Newt.   A true Hufflepuff.”

“That I am,” he paused.  “How would you… how would you answer if I asked you out to dinner tomorrow night…?” he said shyly yet confidently.

A huge smile spread across your face.  “I believe I would say I’d like that very much.”

He smiled too.  “Then a date it is.”


Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

anonymous asked:

Ohhh your hc are adorable! If you have time, can I request the RFA being with an mc who has dazzling lucky smile and everytime she smiles something good happens? Like, the next hour Zen gets a cool role, Yoosung passed an exam, 707 ate a salad and enjoyed it, etc lol. Pls take your time :3

Thank you, anon! I’ll do my best!
*This is a very cute request!!*

I’ve been in a huge Vanderwood-loving mood so I added him I ‘ m s o r r y


Yoosung:

  • You are the cutest, stop he’s gonna die
  • Your smile is already his favorite thing to see
  • But is also carries some sort of magical power with it???
  • Are you an LOLOL hero in disguise??
  • If he’s sitting in class and he sneaks on his phone, he usually asks you to text him a picture of you smiling
  • “I’ve sent you three already!”
  • “Just in case!!”
  • Before every LOLOL match, he needs to see you smile!!

Zen:

  • He’s convinced you’re hiding some sort of crystal ball that he doesn’t know about
  • Or that maybe your parents were magical oracles that passed their magic onto you?
  • He thinks you’re an actual angel sent to bless him with love and good luck???
  • “Zen don’t overwork yours-” “Hey! I heal like a monster and you’ve got that gorgeous lucky grin?? I’ll be fine, jagiya ~” 
  • Yeah and then when he comes home with his arm in a cast, he doesn’t get to see that smile because YOU TOLD HIM.
  • *Unless he pouts and guilt-trips you into letting him*
  • *then….maybe*

Jaehee:

  • When you guys first met, she was really reallllyy skeptical
  • A magic/lucky smile? Eh..Coincidences 
  • But those coincidences seem to be happening a lot
  • She never really starts to believe it
  • However
  • Every now and then, she’ll ask to see you smile and if you’re like “….it’s lucky isn’t it?”
  • and immediately denies and proceeds to tell you that it’s…just…because…you know- can you just please smile 
  • Usually, on top of seeing your smile, she takes a night to pray and hope that she doesn’t have to watch Elizabeth the next day
  • “It’s no use..”
  • The next day rolls around and oh my god it worked?????

Jumin:

  • In the chatroom, before you guys got together, he thought it was ridiculous
    707: Jumin!!! Trust in the lucky smile!!!
    Jumin Han: I don’t believe in such nonsense.
  • Not yet you don’t, Jumin
  • Once you’re actually living with him though, he starts to see what everyone’s talking about
  • What you’re talking about
  • so one day he just pops up in the chatroom like
  • Jumin Han: I am starting to sense a pattern here.
  • *Zen likes to say it’s all BALONEY but only because he’s jealous that Jumin gets all the luck and he gets none?? Why does Jumin deserve it more than he does??* 

Seven:

  • “MY HONEY IS A WIZARD!”
  • “Let me see that beautiful face, honey!!! Those shiny teeth! Maybe I won’t get so much work, today~”
  • Saeyoung…..uses so much flattery just to see it
  • Sometimes you wonder if it’s actually about the luck instead of just wanting to see your grin
  • “Wait, so if you smirk, then does something magically naughty happen?”
  • Magically naughty.
  • Magically.
  • Naughty.
  • He sort of has a point but at the same time you wanna smack him over the head with a thick roll of newspaper because oh my god he’s ridiculous??

Vanderwood: 

  • “Hey, did you know I have a lucky smile?”
  • “That’s..not possible-”
  • But then you grin at him
  • and holy shit the heaven gates have opened????
  • He has to double check himself, his cheeks all red from blushing, turn away, proceed to occupy his attention with something else because if he keeps looking at you then he might just pass out
  • “I-It doesn’t matter how nice it is. Anything like that is merely a coincidence..N-Now go do something and stop bothering me!! Go..k-keep yourself busy..”
  • You’re not offended because whenever you do something like this, he gets sheepish quicker than you could recite his full name and it is so cute and so obvious no matter how hard he tries to hide it

anonymous asked:

Are you up for writing a Larry headcanon about the boyfriends out at the gym or park together today in LA? Please ◟̽◞̽

i know it’s not quite what you wanted, but i hope you still like it! (prepare for inordinate amounts of banter for a word count this small)

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anonymous asked:

I personally dislike Snape partially because of the discourse around him and what it made me realise about him. We came from much the same places but at the same time not. I've never had any privilege comparable to what being not mudblood in HP is nor the other privilegie he has as a white man in muggle world. So I feel a bit betrayed by the way he climbs is by pushing others down.

I struggle with your ask on two levels, really - firstly, ‘not Mudblood’ is a really difficult topic to discuss because I do not think it’s adequately explored as a concept.  This was beautifully written about by @raptured-night and you can read the full post here.

I will steal this small segment:

Rowling falls short of demonstrating an issue of systemic prejudice or privilege (i.e. wherein the governing institution and laws are written so they benefit purebloods and support the continued discrimination and disenfranchisement of half-blood and Muggle-born witches and wizards) where non-pure-blood witches and wizards are concerned

That sums up my feelings when it comes to the depiction of prejudice within the wizarding world - it’s not comparable to real-world prejudice, and embarrassingly, smacks of a white person trying to write about racism; JK depicts the name-calling and the internment camps, and absolutely nothing inbetween.  (This is similar to my argument about her failure to understand that Dumbledore was not written as a queer character.)

Secondly, ‘the other privilege he has as a white man in the Muggle world’.  I think I addressed this rather comprehensively in a set of posts before I went on hiatus, but just to recap - whilst race is absolutely an issue in the UK, the concept of ‘white man privilege’ is not the clear cut construct within the UK that it is in some other countries.  Race, sex, age, sexuality etc are all major factors when it comes to prejudice, but so is class - and class is so incredibly important in the UK, it cannot be stressed enough.

Snape was deliberately not a depiction of a privileged person; he was a neglected, unwashed child, who grew up in poverty with parents who fought with each other.  He lived in a slum on the bad side of town, and was shown shooting down flies* in his dark bedroom.  Before he arrived at Hogwarts, he was singled out by two of the richest characters in the series who spent the next 7 years mercilessly bullying him, and even attempted to kill him.

(*This passage makes my skin crawl, because it’s not usual for flies to take hold in an urban area like that.  It’s an indication of how close to the dirty, polluted river they live, and how his family do not have the means of keeping the flies from invading their home.  And as for it being dark, is he being a moody teenager - or have his parents run out of money for electricity?)

Finally, we do not see Snape climb by pushing others down.  We don’t see enough of him in the years between Hogwarts as a student and Hogwarts as a teacher to determine whether he climbs the social ladder or not.  What we do see is that he is gifted his position at Hogwarts as a teacher because of what he can do for Dumbledore’s war effort, and not on merit.  

I have written extensively on this before, and why this matters, and I will copy it below - because the point remains; Snape proved that he always had the potential, yet in other circumstances, it is likely that he would never have been given the opportunity:

“I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.” - Stephen Jay Gould

Because in an AU where Severus Snape does not become a Death Eater, let us not pretend; Severus Snape does not become one of the youngest wizards to teach at Hogwarts.  And yet, as we see, he was clearly capable - and that potential would’ve been lost.

And the more I mull on Snape, the more the fact that he apparently succeeded bothered me.  It’s not because working class people can’t succeed, but because there are pitfalls that people from other classes do not fall into.  So, the fact that Snape manages to transcend his social class is astonishing on the surface - the fact that he goes from one of the lowest in society to being a respected teacher at a boarding school…and he even passes to the untrained eye as being a pureblood.  That’s incredible.

And when you see Snape’s story slowly unfold, it gradually makes more and more sense.  There’s the oddities in his presentation - the spitting on the ground, the greasy hair, the idea that he was “another” pureblood’s lapdog.  Then there’s the revelations - that he was a Death Eater, and his family was poor, and his childhood was unhappy, and he was brutally bullied by two of the most popular purebloods. …but even so, people didn’t quite grasp the class issue (there were a lot of thoughts pointing at a pureblood family who fell out of favour, lost money through gambling etc - a family who were high in society who fell down, not someone starting from the bottom).

Finally, the truth outs - he’s a halfblood, with a Muggle parent, who grew up dirt poor in Muggle Britain, and he’s absolutely the bottom of the scale.  And then it all fits together, because you realise that he didn’t earn his place at Hogwarts on merit - he was gifted his place at Hogwarts because it was for the war effort.  (Sirius has this very lament when he wonders why Dumbledore would employ Snape; he’s wrapped up in the Dark Arts / Death Eater issue, but it doesn’t occur to Sirius at any point that perhaps Snape was the best person for the job, or someone who could be trusted…that someone who had been in such a valued position for so long might’ve actually gained his place on merit.)

So the spectre of class looms large again.  Snape appears to be a poster boy for aspiration - the idea that even the lowest of the low can become the richest and most successful.  But once you realise his full story, you become horribly aware that he only made it to the position he did through being useful - not on merit, not on ability, not because he had opportunity to prove his skill and worth.

And the more that I think about that, the more it bothers me.  Because Snape had the potential to achieve the sort of social standing that would make him someone that Lily would bother with - but because of his early social standing, he probably wouldn’t ever have got there.  Their friendship was always incompatible, and the gulf was too large for them to get over.  “You’ve chosen your way,” she says…which would’ve been easier to take, had there ever been any choice for him at all.

Howl’s Moving Castle Sentence Meme
  • “I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Lets run! Don’t fight them!”
  • “Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away. Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “What a pretty color.”
  • “It’s hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!”
  • “I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”
  • “Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”
  • “Now I’m repulsive.”
  • “I can’t live like this.”
  • “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
  • “You should look at it now, its shade is even better.”
  • “I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • ”I’ve never been beautiful a single day in my life!”
  • “So you are going away.”
  • “Please, I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”
  • “You’re beautiful!”
  • “Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”
  • “Wow,  your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”
  • “All right, let’s get cooking.”
  • “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”
  • “There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”
  • “Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”
  • “To me, it looked like the two of you were just leaving.”
  • “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”
  • “This war is terrible, they bomb from the southern coast to the northern border. It’s all in flames now.”

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summerhlm  asked:

Help? I am looking for some long (40K+) Hermione/Severus fanfics, preferable complete. A slow burn that makes your heart yearn and stop, but they don't fall too far out of character. *BONUS* If you know some, one without a happy ending or one that leaves you to decide (complete though)

Sorry I took so long on getting to your ask.  I have been busy lately, but I am here with a list of goodies that I hope you enjoy.  With each title I have put down the author’s summary.

  • The Master, the Warden, the Headmaster and the Deputy By: mak5258
    • Snape and Dumbledore enact an old tradition in the castle, hoping to gain a much-needed edge. More-or-less AU starting at book 6.
  • Mutual healing By: Sybilla.Slytherin  (it’s 4k less than 40K)
    • The Second Wizarding War is over and everyone is getting on with their lives. Severus Snape finds himself lacking a physical voice due to the damage to his throat, yet gains a surprising friendship in a young woman half his age but very much his equal in intellect. A tale of friendship, understanding and intimacy between two people.
  • Pride of Time By: Anubis Ankh (First Story)
    • Hermione quite literally crashes her way back through time by roughly twenty years. There is no going back; the only way is to go forward. And when one unwittingly interferes with time, what one expects may not be what time finds…
  • Divide of Time By: Anubis Ankh (Second Story)
    • Begins at chapter 31 of Pride-of-Time. Hermione does not de-age herself- not everything can be fixed in time, and sometimes the only solution is to move forward with what you have…
  • Brave New World By: patriciatepes
    • Voldemort arrived at Malfoy Manor quicker than expected, and like that, the war was over.  Now, Hermione is Snape’s “assigned companion,” and as determined as ever to stop Voldemort and save her friends.  But that’s hard to do in Voldemort’s new world…
  • The Gilded Cage By: ApollinaV
    • Clever Miss Hermione Granger believes that by marrying Azkaban prisoner 11652 she can effectively skirt the new Ministry Marriage Law requirements.
  • World Enough and Time By: lena1987
    • Starting with a letter found in his bedside table when he assumes the role of Headmaster in 1997, Severus Snape and Hermione Granger begin a strange correspondence. The new Headmaster is glad for the comfort of a confidant, but Hermione has just one problem: it’s the end of 1998, and Professor Severus Snape has been dead for months. A story of time and second chances.
  • Forged in Flames By: MsWhich
    • In her last year at Hogwarts, Hermione and her Potions professor find themselves forced into a situation that neither of them wanted…but that will ultimately change not only the course of the war but their feelings for each other. AU.
Change of Heart (Calum Hood)

based on a blurb i wrote one time that was gonna be maxx again but turned into calum bc an anon wanted it

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Calum’s POV

Calum strolled down the long hallway on his way to class, smiling coyly at anyone who made eye contact with him. He was a sixth-year Slytherin – though you didn’t need to know him for two minutes without knowing he was a member of the house. He was your stereotypical tough guy, he was the best on the Quidditch team, and he hated the idea of breathing the same air as muggle-borns. Maybe it was the way he was raised, but Calum had never been fond of those who weren’t born magical – the thought of someone randomly discovering they were a wizard rubbed him the wrong way.

But all that seemed to change the day he met you.

He walked into his Potions class – half of his classmates were already there – and cocked an eyebrow the moment his eyes landed on the girl sitting in his seat. He marched over, ready to give her a piece of his mind – everyone else was watching with a mix of horror and excitement as they had no idea what he was going to do.

But nothing happened.

As he approached the girl, he noticed her struggling to tie her necktie to complete her uniform before class started. He couldn’t tell you why, but he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, truthfully feeling bad for her.

He’d heard of this girl before – it seemed like the whole school was talking about the 17-year-old who only just recently found out she was a witch. She had already been sorted – Hufflepuff, Calum heard – and had been at Hogwarts for a couple days to get a tour and find out where her classes were. She hadn’t met anyone yet – though she had heard about those with certain reputations – so this was technically her first time meeting another student.

So instead of telling her off like he originally planned, he sat himself down on the desktop in front of her.

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white orchid [ newt scamander x reader ]

requested by: anon

prompt: [very long so i’m giving the shortened version] newt falls in love with a no-maj that is forced to forget about him and magic, but there’s an evil wizard that seeks to destroy all no-maj’s that were forced to forget about the magical world. and so it is up to newt to save the reader.

chapters: 2. 3.

warnings: angst, fluff, minor violence

words: 939

a/n; pardon if i am not quite on par yet…it has been a busy time in my life. i was afraid i had lost my ability to write. i hope i did not.

MASTERLIST KO-FI.

Originally posted by blueskyandpudding

 1. the first goodbye is always the saddest


With a hot shuddering breath you hugged yourself, fingers coming to grasp the edges of Newton’s coat – had had given it to you so you wouldn’t get cold – as you blankly stared into the clouded sky of New York city. His lovely scent engulfed you and gulping down a bitter taste you glanced away from the rain before you started to cry. Jacob stood by the edge of the entrance, watching wistfully as Queenie struggled to hold back the fireworks. Tina, behind you, stared into the crumbled flooring whilst Newt himself stood close beside.

Newt Scamander examined your face carefully, fixated by your very essence as salty tears started to pile up behind his eyelid, making the contours of your figure blur every now and then. He wanted to touch you. To feel the flock of curled hair wrap around his finger, to caress the rose petals of your trembling lips, to pull you into a tight embrace and not dare let go. He couldn’t, however, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away either. Over such a short period of time – barely two days ! – the two of you had grown so fond of one another that it was almost sinful to admit. The dashing grin that belonged to him now bloomed on your lips, and the graceful mannerisms of the French were now engraved into him forever. Time seemed to slow; the buzz of the city droned like background music as he, caged in his own mind, tried to move his body and do something before you’d make the first step into fading away for eternity. But he couldn’t move. His heart ached and his bones locked from anxiety.  And so in silence he spiralled down a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as all he could do was memorize each and every detail of your beautiful face.

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A Gentle Mind - Neville x Reader

Masterlist

@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53

Warnings: Physical abuse and slight swearing

So here’s my first HP imagine. I made the reader a Ravenclaw (bc let’s face it, I’m one) but if any other requests come with other houses, I’m happy to do them. For now, since the HP universe is so vast in characters - I’m keeping requests open for only Fred, George and Neville. I am open to the idea of a Luna one with either female or male reader though.

Anyway, I hope you guys are okay with me branching out. If it gets enough notes, I will be doing other parts as well as other HP fanfics. Thanks much.


Year 1

“Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, 
if you’ve a ready mind, 
Where those of wit and learning, 
Will always find their kind.”

When you heard those words - you knew the place for you. Granted, before that day, you didn’t know much about the wizarding world itself.

You didn’t even know that you had the ability of magic itself until your letter came.

Your mother died when you were at a young age - and while your grandmother had tried to enhance your learning of the subject of magic - it all came to a stop when she passed when you were 7.

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anonymous asked:

When Captain Marvel shows the Justice League his true form and tells them his name is Billy Batson, everyone turned to Batman in perfect unison. Batman says "He's not my son." But the word "yet" lingers in the air.

((I’m sorry but this was just asking to be written about because I’m feeling super creative and I love these. This is super bad and rushed I’m sorry I got excited.))

Captain Marvel zeta beamed to the Watch Tower, anxiety plain on his face. It was uncomfortably obvious to everyone, The Flash figured he ought to say something.

“Hey man, if you’re stressing about Batman’s meeting don’t worry about it, he seemed in a decent mood today.” Flash said nudging him as he strolled over. “Though if you don’t mind my askin’ what’s going on dude? You okay?”

The Captain looked up, who’d been lost in his thoughts. He let out a nervous laugh, “Oh yeah I’m fine! I just got something on my mind, it’s all cool though, really.” The Flash didn’t seem convinced but the meeting just started. With a shrug he found his seat and forgot about the interaction.

Throughout the meeting Captain Marvel bit his lip as he struggled to pay attention to what Batman was saying. At last it seemed the meeting was starting to conclude, that’s when the hard part began. The team had been speculating about his true identity for months now, since he first joined. It was becoming a problem, if Captain Marvel couldn’t trust them with his identity then how can they trust him in battle? At least that’s what the rest of the Justice League thought at least. After careful deliberation, with the Wisdom of Solomon to back him up, he decided today would be the day to tell the team.

“Anyone have anything else that needs our attention?” Batman asked as he shut off the Holoscreen, not really expecting anyone to answer. At least not the nervous voice of Captain Marvel to.

“Uh actually yes.” The Captain offered, at the nod of Superman he continued, “I know my identity has been a sore spot for the whole team and I’m sorry about that. It’s far past time that I told you guys, just um, please don’t be too mad?” He said glancing at each team member.

“Well get on with it.” Said Aquaman, glancing at the clock in the room, people forget he has a kingdom to run too.

The Captain let out a nervous chuckle, “Right, um you guys might want to stand back.” Once the Leaguers where a proper distance away the Earth’s Mightiest Mortal shouted the name
“SHAZAM!” And a bolt of lightning coming from seemingly nowhere struck the man. When the smoke cleared, the sight standing in his place left the Justice League shell shocked.

Standing there was a small and scrappy looking boy in a faded red hoodie, with jet black hair and blue eyes. “Uh, hi. My name’s Billy Batson, I’m ten years old, and I’m Captain Marvel.”

The room turned in unison to look at a just as shocked (Although expertly masking it) Bruce Wayne. It was understandable, the boy looked nearly identical to him when he was a child.

“Hey Bats I thought you said you weren’t gonna adopt any more of ‘em.” Joked Green Lantern, before getting elbowed by Cyborg.

“Batman, I thought you agreed to not get any more children involved into super heroing, how did this kid somehow get the powers of a god?” Came Superman’s accusing but concerned tone.

Billy Batson seemed at a loss for words, why the sudden shift on Batman? “He is the spitting image of you.” Murmured Wonder Woman from where she was standing, her eyes locked on Batman, perhaps searching the cowl to see what’s underneath it. She was right, aside from the fluffiness in the kid’s hair it was the same hue as Bruce’s and the eyes were the same icy blue that Batman has had all his life. Anyone who had seen Batman without the cowl knew this boy looked a lot like him.

The Flash snickered, “Well his name is Bat Son.” He joked softly to Green Lantern, but was silenced by Batman’s glare.

“He’s not my son.” Bruce said curtly, but everyone who knew him well enough could tell the ‘Yet’ hung in the air. Half of the Leaguers groaned while some just smiled and shook their heads.

Poor Billy Batson was so confused, “So am I not in trouble?” He asked hopefully, while Superman looked at him with a mixture of amusement and concern.

“No you’re still in trouble, you just have a lot of explaining to do.” Clark said as the boy sighed before launching into a story of how he managed to obtain his powers by a miraculous the Wizard Shazam.

Yet as the super powered boy talked, Batman could see a couple reasons why he’s just might want to adopt this child after all. Billy had seemed hesitant to explain why exactly he’d been in the subway that fateful day, edging around the topic. His hair was greasy like he hadn’t managed to wash it in several days, his blue jeans worn and faded with small tears at the knees. That red hoodie didn’t seem near as vibrant as it should be, coated in dust and dirt; the scuff on his face and bags under his eyes that the boy paid no mind were concerning as well. As he talked, Batson held himself in a certain way, a hunched over posture, the “please don’t notice me” kind. While the hoodie was a couple sizes large on him, it was obvious it hung off him far too much to be normal. He seemed malnourished. This kid has been going hungry, it was hard to tell how many days. Yet, he still had a certain brightness to him, even though he was being reprimanded by certain Leaguers. Perhaps this issue could use some looking into.

After all, the kid’s last name was Bat Son.

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idk how solid i am on these designs yet but heres my magic music man theyre a high elf bard that wears a hat he stole from a nearby ranch on a hot day & they got cursed by the ranch’s wizard to look scary forever LOL

also hes a nasty fuck who drinks the juice out of the pickle jar & trashes the pickles

infinity x infinity

I should be studying but then this song gave me a great idea for a drarry fic (featuring neville’s wedding) so I thought, why not.

inspired by; sun by sleeping at last

word count; 1.6k+

summary; Perhaps, he thinks, this is what time does. Perhaps it takes violent things, angry things and makes them kind.

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All together again, for the best of reasons, the five of them stand together, under the lit up trees of the reception. The sixth member of their group, stands hand in hand with his new wife, Neville and Hannah Longbottom, glowing in love, thank their friends and family for coming to their wedding ceremony.

“Oh isn’t this lovely,” sighs Ginny, her head falling to Harry’s shoulder, and her hand tightly bound in Lunas. Her and Harry had stayed good friends through and after the break up and they often played Quidditch together on weekends and holidays.

Ron smiles down at Hermione, “I wonder if we look that in love.”

Hermione smiles back and swats at his arm, “Oh don’t be stupid Ronald.”

“You do, you know,” Harry interjects.

“I know,” Ron smiles again, draping his arm around Hermione’s waist and pulling her into his side.

Harry finishes his glass of champagne and bids farewell to the gang as he makes his way to congratulate the two newlyweds. As he crosses the courtyard however he spots a familiar blond head, sitting by himself at a table.

Draco Malfoy looks exquisite in the shadows thrown off by the fairy lights around the glen. A perfect mix of light and dark, his face turned toward the dance floor as he watches the couples dance, laughter floating to him between the trees. He doesn’t spot Harry until he’s at the table, staring down at him quizzically yet with a handsome smile on his very handsome face.

“Draco, hey.” He says.

Draco looks up, “Oh, Harry. Hello. Pleasant surprise,” he laughs lightly and shakes his head, “Oh who am I kidding, I knew you’d be here.”

The sound of his laugh is delicious in Harry’s ears, warm and melting, and he wants to hear it again and again and again, like a song on repeat. “Can I uh,” he gestures to the table.

Draco smiles at him, another rarity, “Who would I be to say no to the saviour of the wizarding world? Take a seat Harry.”

Harry, taking the blonde by surprise takes the seat next to him. “You know,” he starts, “I’m not the only saviour, if that’s even the right word.”

“I know that you prat.” Draco laughs again, much to Harry’s delight. “May I ask what I’ve done to be graced with your presence this evening?”

“You can’t sit alone at a wedding. It’s bad luck you know.”

“Is it really?” The blonde raises his eyebrows in revelation.

Harry laughs and Draco’s heartbeat fastens at the sound, “I haven’t the faintest clue.”

Draco laughs too and they stare at each other a moment longer than necessary. Draco at the brunette’s constellations of freckles dotting his cheeks, Harry at the laugh lines around the blonde’s eyes, something that must be a new development, as Draco had never laughed at Hogwarts. He wonders what or whom it is that have caused those line, and he wants, so strongly, to be the reason for some more of them.

Harrys curiosity overwhelms him and he asks quickly, “Where’ve you been all these years Malfoy?”

“Harry, it’s been three years, hardly that long,” his voice is light and teasing, such a contrast to the dark misguided boy he had been during the time they spent together at school, “But if you must know, I’ve been at St Mungos.”

“St Mungos?” Harry asks, his eyebrows shooting half way up his forehead, settling somewhere around his scar, “What’ve you been doing there?”

“Trading illegal goods,” at the look on Harrys face, Draco bursts into laughter, this time less light, more genuine, “Healing people you git.”

Trying to recover Harry lowers his eyebrows, “I never did take you for the healer type.” He rests his head on his hand, “Though you were always quite the potions master, so I suppose it makes sense.”

“And you were always quite the bloody hero, makes sense you’re an Auror.”

Harry looks up at him, in awe, “How’d you know I’m an Auror.”

“Oh, I know all kinds of things Harry.” Harry wonders if some of these things are bad, like weights that cause Draco’s insides to sink and he thinks back to their sixth year, but the smile gracing his face tells him not to worry, that this is a different Draco to the one who he knew in school.

Seeing him smile like that, it completes parts of him. This carefree nature, the openness in his eyes shocks Harry, it makes everything around him seem so much more alive. There’s so much life in the man in front of him, an entire universe of it.

Little does he realize that Draco is stealing glances at him too in the comfortable silence that has fallen between them. The light in Harry’s eyes mesmerizes him, just like it always has, the reflection of the golden strings of light above them making him dizzy with adoration and lust. The line shines similarly off Draco’s hair, blinding Harry with a similar feeling though both of them are much too scared to admit what this might mean.

Harry watches as Draco’s eyes drift back to the dancers. “We could join them you know,” As Draco’s eyes meet his in confusion he continues on, “If you want to, that is.”

“Huh?”

“I’m asking you to dance I think.” Harry looks down, running a hand through his unruly hair, “again, only if you want to.”

Draco smiles and stands abruptly, offering his hand to Harry, who seems just as confused as he was moments earlier.

“For the boy who defeated Voldemort twice, you sure are thick. I’m accepting your offer. To dance.”

“Oh!” Harry exclaims, shooting out of his seat and taking Draco’s outstretched hand.

Draco then proceeds to practically skip to the clearing of the glade, where soft music weaves between the couples dancing, like a thick fog, embracing them. He’s over flowing with excitement as he places his arms around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him close. Harry’s breath hitches with the sudden proximity and he can feel Draco’s heartbeat keeping time with his beneath his dress shirt.

“Is this okay?” Draco asks tentatively, quietly beside Harry’s ear.

Harry breathes out an unsteady yes as his hands find their way to Draco’s waist.

Those around them do not stop and stare at the sight, they simply smile to themselves, Harry’s friends quietly triumphant, this was bound to happen. Two boys too afraid to love and be loved in return. Two boys too afraid of the part of themselves they saw in the other finally accepting that, and showcasing those parts to the world.

Draco smiles up at Harry as they settle into the rhythm of the slow song coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once and the kindness he sees reflected in those grey orbs of light is as infinite as the universe of life within this boy, this man. A universe that has been tearing at well stitched seams for years, trying desperately to get out, finally bubbling over, finally out in the world. And for Harry Potter, the world is now a better place because of it.

Perhaps, he thinks, this is what time does. Perhaps it takes violent things, angry things and makes them kind.

Harry smiles down at Draco before the blonde places his head on his shoulder and studies his face as they continue to sway, their heartbeats slowing as they relax into each other’s touch. He continues to trace the constellations of freckles with his eyes, they seem like stars, thrown with no care across the skin of his nose and his cheeks, like a small, infinite universe for him to call his own. Even after all these years, Draco still claimed full possession of the freckles on Harry’s tan skin, though the brunette didn’t know it.

As they continued to dance in their warm, tender embrace, they thought of all they could be. Not just two boys, but two universes, of light and love.

Infinity times infinity.

The song slowly comes to an end, though they don’t move from their position, Draco simply lifts his head, his eyes happy and bright, his limbs tired and hazy in a happy way, everything about the boy’s glows.

“Merlin,” Draco sighs gleefully, “I haven’t done that since the Yule Ball. Since I was young.”

“Then perhaps,” Harry begins, meeting Draco’s expectant eyes, “You’d like to do it again sometime.”

“Are you asking me out, Potter?” Draco raises an eyebrow is skepticism, though a playful smile remains glued to his face.

“And what if I was?”

“Well,” Draco feigns being deep in thought, staring off into the distance before gradually focusing in on Harry once more, “I believe I would say yes.”

“Excellent.” Harry responds, catching sight of Neville and Hannah over Draco’s shoulder, “I hate to be rude but before I was so rudely distracted, I was set to go congratulate the new couple.”

“Well then I shall join you, to apologize for so rudely distracting you.”

“Very well then,” Harry spoke as he takes hold of Draco’s hand in his own and they walk with purpose toward the bride and groom.

“Neville! Hannah! I just wanted to congratulate you, that was the most beautiful ceremony.” Harry hugs them both before taking Draco’s hand again, rubbing lazy circles with his thumb.

“Yes, congratulations, and thank you,” Draco glances quickly at Harry and then back at the newlyweds, “for inviting me.”

“To think,” Neville laughs, “Our wedding brought you two together, of all the things.”

The two thank them again and make their way back toward the clearing to dance and socialize.

As the night wears on, Harry realizes that perhaps he had felt more than hatred for Malfoy all those years ago and Draco realizes he had never fallen out of love with the boy who lived.

All Is Well in Lorien

Legolas x Reader

Loosely based off this from @imaginelegolas :

Imagine nervously telling Legolas your deepest fears, and having him comfort you over them


You turn away and slip through the trees. Galadriel is still talking to the fellowship, but you will not be missed. The news the fellowship brought is dire, a balrog hadn’t been seen for centuries and even hearing the name brings a shadow to your heart. It was fighting one of these creatures that your father died long ago. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. Immediately, flames, shadow, cries of terror flood your vision. Your eyes fly open and you stifle a cry. You thought you’d been rid of these visions for hundreds of years now. Who knew how long they’ll take to disappear this time?

You attempt to banish such thoughts from your mind and stare at the landscape around you. The moonlight flickers lightly through the golden leaves above, reflecting off the silver tree trunks. It is a sight to behold, though you find you’re thirsting to explore the other regions of middle earth again. As darkness covers the land, chances to do so are getting slimmer and slimmer. You don’t like to travel alone and your brothers, your usual travel companions, are busy guarding the realm against the increasingly common orks. For now, you suppose, you’ll have to settle for Lothlorien. The sight is beautiful after all, and if recent tales are true, even Lorien won’t be able to stand for much longer.

You turn to continue walking, trying not to close your eyes for long lest the visions take you again. You are so lost in concentration you barely notice as you pass a figure leaning against a tree.

“What troubles you?” a calm voice asks.

You start and turn back to the figure, then relax. It is Legolas of Mirkwood. Galadriel must have finished speaking to the fellowship. You shake your head, “It is nothing.”

Legolas straightens and takes a step closer to you, “I have seen many with your manner before. It is rarely nothing.”

You sigh and try to relax your shoulders, “It really is, my lord. I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”

“My lord?” Legolas tilts his head in confusion.

“You are a prince of Mirkwood, are you not? What else am I to call you?”

Legolas shrugs, “Simply… Legolas will suffice. What should I call you?”

“My name is (y/n).”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, to your earlier statement, it would be no trouble to me. Please, you are in pain.”

You sigh, “Your fellowship’s coming has brought a shadow on our forest. A balrog has awoken in Moria. I can’t say that doesn’t bring back old horrors to my mind.” You close your eyes again and shudder as the balrog’s fiery whip flashes before you.

“You have ill memories of this creature?”

“My father fell slaying one such beast. I was very young. I can only recall brief flashes, but they lurk in the shadows of my mind and grow till I can no more close my eyes without seeing them. In the worst of days they play before me even in my waking hours.” You press your eyes closed and a tear slips down your cheek. Your eyes fly open a second later as a gentle hand wipes it away.

“I am sorry our coming has brought this upon you.”

The tears begin to come faster now and Legolas hesitantly reaches out and pulls you toward his chest.

You wrap your arms around him and rest your head upon his shoulder, glad for the comfort. Legolas holds you tightly and silently.

Eventually as the tears slow, he speaks, “A balrog has awoken, it is true. But fear not, all is yet well in Lorien. A great wizard fell with the balrog into the chasm and I do not doubt there will be quite a battle before the end. Gandalf knows the plight of middle earth and has likely done all he can to prevent the balrog’s return. You also are under the protection of the Lady Galadriel. She will not let Lothlorien fall.”

Legolas lapses into silence and you breath deeply. His words are sincere, though based on uncertainty. Still, you find you are feeling better. Your tears begin to dry and your breathing returns to normal. Finally you relax and Legolas and you pull apart.

“Thank you,” you say softly.

Legolas smiles, “I hope my words have been of some comfort, though I’m afraid I must be off. The others will be wondering where I am.”

You nod and watch as he slips through the trees and is lost in the moonlight.

The night air blows softly in the breeze and you rub your eyes, suddenly tired. You glance to the left as you catch the nearly imperceptible footprints of an approaching elf. The elf steps through the trees and you recognize your brother, Indrilen.

“Hail, Brother.”

Indrilen nods and raises a hand in greeting.

“How are the borders?”

He shrugs, “Nothing significant, save our visitors. Did you have company? I thought I saw another figure from afar.”

You consider for a second, deciding there is no reason to hide the truth, “Legolas. He was out admiring the trees.”

Indrilen raises an eyebrow, “Of course. I’m sure that’s all he was admiring.”

You roll your eyes and give your brother a playful shove, “He was only being nice.”

“Oh! What did he say?”

“Nothing of the sort you’re thinking! We barely spoke,” you feel your cheeks become warm and you turn away, rubbing your tired eyes. As you close your eyes, you frown. This time, you see no vision of balrog fire. Instead, you find yourself staring at Him. You clearly see his straight blond hair and blue eyes. You also see his shy smile and strong shoulders. Confused, you blink and turn back toward your brother.

Indrilen laughs and shakes his head before noticing your serious expression, “Have the visions returned to you as well? Aerin retired early from the watch today.”

You bit your lip, remembering your older brother. Aerin had probably felt your father’s death the hardest and always had suffered the visions worst of all your siblings. “Yes… though they aren’t … bothering me currently.” You say hesitantly, still wondering at the change in visions.

“You are fortunate.” Indrilen sighs tiredly, “I’m afraid they’ve returned badly for me. I must rest now before they get any worse.”

You nod, distracted. “Tired though I am, I have much to think on. I will return to our telian later and I’ll try not to disturb you.”

“That is fine, though I’d feel better if you did not stay awake too long.”

“I am no longer a child, Indrilen.” You sigh. Indrilen is several hundred years older than you, but you have long since outgrown the need for supervision. “If it really means that much to you, then I will stay out but an hour.”

Indrilen nods and turns to leave. He walks silently and lightly, leaving behind no footprints.

Once he is gone you turn away and begin a walk of your own. You follow a familiar trail, barely noting the landscape around you. You pass several other elves as they wander, but pay them no attention. When finally you stop, you’ve gone quite a distance and are standing on the edge of a clearing where the trees still hide you in shadow.

On the other end of the clearing, the fellowship is ascending into the trees to sleep. The hobbits appear nervous to be so far off the ground, but Legolas climbs with ease. You watch them for a time, smiling at their interactions before you turn away. The fellowship have been through so much together and will need to rest in Lothlorien for a little while before they move on. Surprisingly, you now find yourself dreading the day they have to leave. When their coming had at first brought you so much grief. Shaking your head, you begin back the way you’d come. It’s amazing how much one encounter can change everything.