am i a wizard yet or

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.


Prompts Masterlist



▪️Draco’s Boggart
Draco faces his Boggart in front of the class, however no one but him expects who steps out…
Part 1Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8 {Rewrite} Part 9
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
A short blurb about how Draco is coping with the task assigned to him by The Dark Lord.



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




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



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…
When Y/n has a one night stand with Sirius Black, she finds the consequences are far worse than she ever thought.
Prologue Part 1
A series based on the events in the film John Tucker Must Die
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’.
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.



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.

-POA Remus Lupin-

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…



▪️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…




You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.


▪️Harry Potter
“You’re a wizard, Harry!”
▪️Luna Lovegood
“You’re just as sane as I am.”


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



Gryffindor values bravery, daring, nerve and chivalry.
Hufflepuff values hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play.
Ravenclaw values intelligence, knowledge, and wit.
Slytherin values ambition, cunning and resourcefulness.


▪️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.”

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


  • 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!!


  • 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*


  • 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?????


  • 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??* 


  • “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??


  • “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
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!

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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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


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.

Your POV

You jumped at the sudden presence, your head snapping up. Your eyes met his and your breathing hitched – why was such a good-looking guy sitting on your desk?

It was silent for a moment – eerily silent, in your opinion – and you caught other students watching you and the boy with his gaze set on you. You turned your attention back to him, a bit of bashfulness at how he still hadn’t stopped staring at you, until you finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to say something.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked him.

“Well, you are in my seat,” he mentioned. Your eyes widened again.

“S-Sorry, I’m sorry,” you rushed, starting to get up before you were stopped.

“Didn’t say I was upset about it,” Calum told you, putting his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you back down. He then plopped down in the seat beside you, his eyes never leaving your face. “So,” he said, his arm falling onto the back of your chair, resting against your upper back, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N…” you replied cautiously. You didn’t need to ask for his name – you already knew it.

The seventh year who had given you your tour of the school told you to be weary of him – not because he hated new kids, but because you were a muggle-born. You didn’t understand why he didn’t like people he’d never bothered to try to get to know, and you certainly didn’t understand why the one muggle-born he did was apparently you.

“Nice to meet ya,” he chirped, “The name’s Calum – though I’m sure you already knew that by the way you’re looking at me.”

“Knew that you hate anyone who isn’t a pureblood?” you countered, “And I’m sure you’ve already heard about me. So what’s with the sudden change of heart?”

“Can’t a guy be nice to the new girl?” he shrugged.

You simply rolled your eyes, turning to face the front of the classroom in the hopes he would get the hint and stop talking to you. He didn’t, of course – continuing on anyway.

“So, you’re a Hufflepuff, huh?” Calum said thoughtfully, “I would have pegged you as more of a Gryffindor with how brave you are talking back to people like that.”

“Not all Hufflepuffs are shy and submissive,” you shot back without hesitation, “Just like I’m sure not all Slytherins are judgmental pricks.” You heard a few people around you snort softly, causing Calum to shoot them a glare.

“Go find a different seat, new girl,” he grumbled, earning himself a smile from you.

“Sure thing, Your Highness,” you replied, gathering your things and getting up.

After scooting into his usual seat, Calum looked over his shoulder at you. He watched a Ravenclaw from across the room nod her head at you, signaling for you to next to her and pointing to her own tie, letting him know that she was going to help you with yours.

“That girl is gonna be the death of you,” Calum heard someone say. He turned back to find his best friend – and fellow Slytherin – Ashton sitting down in the seat beside him.

Shut up,” Calum mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re only upset because you know I’m right,” Ashton replied with a shake of his head.

“I couldn’t care less about her,” he growled back.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t like when people challenge you,” he stated matter-of-factly, “It’s the same way we met.”


Three months later

Calum was strolling past the Potions classroom when he heard a squeak and then something fall onto the floor. He went over to the door and peeked inside, finding you standing by the cauldron. You sighed deeply, picking up your mortar and pestle off of the ground and put it back on the table loudly.

“Five Doxy eggs are too much, four Doxy eggs aren’t enough,” you grumbled to yourself, “Four and a half it is then.”

“Half a Doxy egg doesn’t work,” Calum said, making you jump and spin around, “I’ve tried.”

Great,” you grumbled again, turning back to your work station.

“You add two and stir until the potion changes color, then add two and stir until it changes color again,” he informed you, “And if it doesn’t work then, then one of your other ingredients is off.”

“Then why doesn’t the book say that?!” you exclaimed, more to yourself than to Calum, as you threw your hands up in defeat, “How am I supposed to do it right if the recipe doesn’t tell me what to do?!”

“Recipes are always open to change,” he replied thoughtfully, “Maybe it worked that way when it was written, but something about the ingredients may have changed along the way.” You sighed again, looking at him when he handed the spoon you’d been stirring with back to you. “I know it’s real rich coming from me, but just trust me,” he shook his head. You stared at him for a moment before slowly taking the spoon back and trying again.

You did exactly as Calum said – putting two Doxy eggs in, stirring, then adding two more and stirring again – and you were surprised to find he was right. The potion instantly turned the color the recipe said it would, making you sigh in relief and lean onto the table, finally letting your body relax. You could see Calum smiling out of the corner of your eye, and you looked at him again. He was about to ask you what was wrong – because he could tell something was – but you beat him to speaking.

“Why me?” you swallowed thickly.

“Why am I being nice to you?” Calum asked.

“That too,” you laughed dryly, “But not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“Why me?” you repeated with a sigh, looking back up at him, “Not a single person in my family has ever been magical – so why me? I can’t do something as simple as making a Girding Potion; I don’t even know how to tie this stupid tie properly!” You motioned to the messily tied fabric around your neck. “I’ll never be a good wizard – I don’t even think I’ll make a slightly below average one! So what the hell am I doing here?! It’s obvious I don’t belong here! What kind of person finds out they’re a wizard at 17?!”

You do,” he said, making you furrow your eyebrows. “You find out you’re a wizard at 17,” he went on, “Maybe there are better wizards than you right now, but that’s only because you haven’t practiced enough yet. None of us learned to control our magic until we came here – that’s why we’re not allowed to use magic outside of the classroom until we leave the school. Maybe you’re not the greatest potion maker or broomstick flyer or spell caster now, but you will be. And I think it’d be a shame to throw all that away just because you’re not a professional straight after picking up a wand.”

You stared at him for a moment in a slight state of shock – this was someone who hated non-purebloods and hated you even more because you weren’t afraid to talk back to him. So why wasn’t he acting that way now?

“Why are you being nice to me?” you whispered, “I’m not a pureblood… I’m not a Slytherin… I’m not even someone who keeps their mouth shut and doesn’t talk back…”

Calum laughed with a shrug, “Maybe that’s why I like you.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Y-You like me?”

“I like picking at you because you always have some snarky response without having to think about it,” he said, “I like that you break the stereotype of being this shy and quiet Hufflepuff by not being afraid to yell at someone when they’re being a prick to you or someone else. I like that you don’t try to be anybody else – I just like that you’re you.” He smiled again when he noticed the corner of your mouth twitch upwards and a light pink blush on your cheeks. “And if it makes you feel any better,” he added on, “I’m still pretty shit at tying ties too.”

“Looks better than mine,” you let out a soft chuckle.

“You just need more practice,” he told you, moving to stand beside you, “I’m not the best teacher, but I’ll try.” He untied his tie, prompting you to do the same. You watched intently as he went through the steps of how he did it himself before leaving his dorm, trying to copy it yourself but it just wasn’t happening.

“Do you think anyone will notice if I just buy a clip-on?” you grumbled, trying to convince your hands to do what you needed them to. Calum finished retying his tie, laughing loudly at the comment.

“I tried that first year,” he said, “They’ll notice.”

Of course you did,” you rolled your eyes teasingly before throwing your arms up again and letting out another frustrated sigh, “I give up! It’s never gonna happen with this thing!”

“Not too easy to learn when you’re getting upset – we’ll just try again later.” Calum then returned to his previous spot in front of you, retying your tie for you.

As he finished, he pulled it up to your collarbones and stopped. You raised an eyebrow when he didn’t take his hands away – he just stared at you with this look you’d never really gotten before. But before you could ask him what it was about, he was pulling on the fabric and yanking you toward him.

His lips hit yours, making you squeak in surprise, but you certainly weren’t going to act like you hadn’t been wanting to kiss him since the moment you met him. You didn’t even pause to process that this was actually happening – instead grabbing his cheeks and holding him in place as if you thought he was going to realize what he was doing and run away. But when his hands moved down the sides of your body and came to a rest on your hips to pull you as close to him as you could get, you knew he wasn’t.

When you pulled away to breathe, you watched Calum’s eyes flutter open as he rested his forehead on yours. You both stood in silence for a minute, just enjoying each other’s company, when he spoke again.

“Sorry…” he whispered, the breath he let out with his nervous chuckle hitting your lips and making you smile, “I don’t know what came over me there…” You leaned forward to peck his lips again, feeling him smile as well before you moved back.

“S’okay,” you replied just as quietly, your thumb lightly stroking his cheekbone.

“Will you go on a date with me?” he asked bluntly, knowing that if he didn’t do it now, he probably never will.

“Yeah,” you hummed, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“A-Are you free now?” he murmured, truthfully not expecting you to accept, “W-We can go to Madam Puddifoot’s or Honeydukes or-”

“Calum,” you cut him off with a giggle, smacking his cheek playfully, “You’re rambling.”

“Sorry…” he blushed with a smile, chewing on his own bottom lip now.

“We can do whatever,” you told him, “As long as it doesn’t involve potions or learning how to tie something.”

Calum smiled widely, making you squeal and giggle uncontrollably when he started poking at your sides. You grabbed his hands to make him stop, causing him to hold onto you tightly. You grinned again when he brought your hands up and pressed kisses to the backs of both of them. He let you go long enough so you could both clean up your workstation before he took your hand again, tangling your fingers together as you left the classroom.

The student strewn about the hall looked up and rolled their eyes upon noticing you and Calum holding hands, knowing his flirting with you would only become more obnoxious now that you knew he liked you.


i wasnt gonna post this until tomorrow but i got bored lmao

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Other Hogwarts AUs: Ashton / Michael

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.


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


@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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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.

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.


Pairing: Kili x Reader

Characters: Kili, the Company

Warnings: Angst, Drunk Kili

Word Count: 1,816

Note: I really hope this story is as perfect as the lovely person who requested it. Hope you like it!


Can you please write that the reader is human, and kili while celebrating the recovery of Erebor with the rest of the company, along with hundreds of others, gets awfully drunk and kisses the reader. The two have flirted with one another before and it was obvious that they had SOME feelings for each other. Reader quickly excuses herself out of embarrassment and sadness. She still wasn’t sure if she had strong enough feelings for kili and he had kissed the reader. She is sad because that was he first kiss and wanted it to be more meaningful

Your name: submit What is this?

“Tonight, we grandly feast with the Durin princes of Erebor.” Eira, my friend from Dale, who was also Fíli’s One, announced. She pushed her long hair behind her shoulders and gracefully stood from her seated position. I couldn’t help but admire her luscious locks that had a lovely whisky colour like the fallen leaves that darkened with the first rain of autumn. How such a tint could trick the eyes, it was as if one was peering at the sun through a jar of pine honey.  

I sigh, feeling my rapid heartbeat echo in my ears in nervousness. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and absentmindedly run my slender fingers over the gown that Kili had given me as a gift, after the descendants of Durin had emerged victorious in the battle against Azog. The gown was skilfully made from a soft, volant chiffon. And its sleeves were long and light. “Eira, do I look decent for the feast?” I question as I turn my gaze to the dwarrowdam. Eira frowns and regards me in disbelief.

“Decent?” She echoes. “You look much more than decent, (Y/N). You resemble the Goddess Yavanna, herself and when we enter the Great Dining Hall, everyone will come to know it.”

Hopefully, even Kili. I thought to myself as I return my gaze back at the mirror. I did not care of what the other guests thought how I looked but I did want to know what the dwarf prince’s reaction to this gown would be.

“Shall we?” Eira offered me her arm and we walked down the magnificent hallways of the Lonely Mountain as I felt the ends of my gown softly kiss my ankles. Throughout the comfortable silent walk, my mind wandered to the pleasant as well as the silly memories I had of Kili and a gentle smile graced my lips. 

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Name: Merry Christmas, Malfoy.
Pairing: Draco x reader
Summary: the reader is a friend with Hermione, so she knows that the reader has a crush on the Malfoy (she does not understand it, but has to deal with it). She also knows that Malfoy has a crush on the reader. And that the three of you are stuck in Hogwarts. The imagine happens after the War, Hermione and Draco are back to Hogwarts. (a complicated idea, but I felt like doing it).

“Oh, I wish I could go home,” you murmur, as your classmates leave the Hogwarts for the Christmas break. Unfortunately, your family left England for the break to see your relatives in another country, so you had to stay in Hogwarts. Well, you never really wanted to go there, as you don’t like those relatives.

“Well, you are not alone here, are you?” Hermione smiles at you, and you smile back. “And… if it makes you feel any better, Malfoy is staying for the holidays too.”

“M… Ok,” you try not to smile, and Hermione giggles. After the war ended, you became very close friends, as you shared a room. And classes. When she learned that you have a huge crush on Draco Malfoy, she first tried to ‘heal’ you, but later gave up because you seemed to be ‘hopelessly lost’. Before you manage finish thinking about why Hermione would be approving or somehow supporting your crush, she grabs your hand and pulls you to the Great Hall, mumbling something about the dinner.

“Muggleborns stuck in Hogwarts, aren’t you?” asks Draco, sitting down next to you.

“The question is why are you here, Malfoy?” asks Hermione quite calmly. “Don’t you have a family mansion to go to?”

“You’ll be disconcerted, Granger, but I chose to stay here. And I have the right to. My family will be fine without me, and I have other, more important matters to attend to.”

“Please, what matters?” asked a boy from Gryffindor that was sitting next to you because you were the only people left from the whole House. His friends died in the Battle, so he was painfully hostile towards all the Slytherin. “Thinking of the new ways of murdering innocent people?”

“Shut up, John,” Hermione rolled her eyes, and the boy closed his mouth - as the friend of the Great Harry Potter, Hermione was respected by all of the Houses, except for the Slytherin, of course, but no one really dared go against her. Malfoy stayed quiet as well, aggrieved at the way he is seen even after the war ended, and Potter spent half a summer to vindicate Draco and his family.

“Hey… Draco… You ok?” you ask, quickly touching his hand. Malfoy blinks and smiles.

“Yes, yes. I am great.”

“I am sorry about John. He is stupid, that’s all,” he nods, and you return to the food in front of you, listening to the hum of people discussing something. Hermione keeps smiling at you, sometimes humming a weird song about a girl that fell in love with an iceberg. Fortunately, Malfoy wasn’t listening.

“So… what are your plans for the break?” asks Hermione when the silence becomes absolutely repugnant. Draco looks at her, then at you, still quiet, so Hermione has to continue. “I am going to prepare for the exams. Y/N?”

“Oh. I am planning on reading some literature about the use of magical wands by muggles. That’s the assignment. For the Muggle Studies,” Draco grinned. “What?”

“A muggleborn and the Muggle Studies… Why would you?”

“You’ll never know how many differences there are between the way the muggles see themselves and the way the wizards see them… It’s quite funny,” Draco smiles at you, then nods. “What about you?”

“Well, I am working on changing my schedule a little. And looks like I will have to take the Muggle Studies.”

“And why so?” Hermione asks, as you keep looking away, trying to stop smiling.

“Granger, you have no idea how helpful it will be if Lord Malfoy demonstrates his decency and civility by studying the life of the muggles,” Draco answers calmly, yet looking at you from a corner of his eye. “It’s all politics.”

“Only politics?” Granger grins, as if trying to trust him.

“Only,” murmurs Draco, quickly stuffing his mouth with food to avoid Granger’s questions. Hermione keeps looking at you two, then grins and leaves, after saying something about McGonagall and a new assignment. You and Draco stay in silence, slowly chewing on your meals.

“Why did you come back to the school?” you ask finally, trying to break the silence.

“I want to study, Y/N. I was the second top student right after Granger…” you nod and take a glass of juice. “However, you look pretty interested in my position, don’t you?”

“Sorry about that,” you smile. “I am doing my best here.”

“No, no. Not a problem at all!” Draco starts to renounce his words, trying not to smile, but you both end up laughing, as you look at the table, not noticing that Malfoy laughs, looking at you, then suddenly, totally spontaneously tucks a curl behind your ear.

“Uhm…” you both freeze, Draco’s fingers still slightly touching your skin, until he blinks and quickly pulls the hand away. 

“I had to, you know,” he notes quietly, as you start blushing.

“You did?” Draco nods, then rests his hand on the back side of your wrist, slightly stroking the skin.

“Absolutely right… And you are blushing a lot,” he smiles, as you turn away, totally pretending that nothing is happening. “Granger left on purpose, didn’t she?” you nod. “She is not as terrible as I may think she is.”

“Oh, be nice!”

“I am,” Draco raises his eyebrows, surprised that someone could think he is not nice. “Very nice.”

“You really think so? The sarcastic Slytherin prince is nice? When did I miss this moment?”

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N! Stop talking, won’t you?” you frown, about to keep arguing, but Malfoy simply rolls his eyes and pulls you closer with one hand to kiss you slowly, as if not sure if he can. However, the moment you kiss him back, you realize that he won’t really let go of you, way too soft his skin is, and way too gentle the dangerous Malfoy is.

Sirius Black Imagine: “The muggle and the dog – Part 2”

Hi, ‘the muggle and the dog’ is magnificent 😘 can you write next part??? It would be fantastic xoxo  maybe it could take place right after first part. Like what happened during mentioned diner. Sirius still hiting on the reader and she being slightly confused- cause you know this very hot guy was her dog for this unfortunate week. And she wasn’t her best self emotionaly and physicly

Part two???????? Ugh I’m hung x ‘she’s upset one day and he turns into the dog to comfort her and lays across her lap and she says she needs the real Sirius

Hi there! Could you do second part of the muggle and the dog where Sirius and the reader got drunk?

Requested by @ladyweronikahouseofbooks, @bellacatxoxo and anon. 

Warnings: swearing and drinking

Note: read Part 1 or this won’t make any sense. Click here (x) to read it. I tried to mix all the requests and this is the result. I hope you enjoy it. This imagine is a bit long.

[y/f/m]= your favorite meal

The smell of [y/f/m] was the only thing that kept you sane while you watched Sirius Black, aka, your dog, happily having dinner while sending you flirty glances that weakened your knees. Thankfully, you were not standing.

The situation was surreal. How could this attractive man be your dog Black? It just didn’t make sense, just like the fact that with a wave of a stick your bat flew away earlier. He assured you that you were not paranoid and that it all had a logical explanation. Well, you couldn’t begin to imagine the kind of explanation he would provide you with, but you sure as hell knew you wouldn’t fall asleep until everything was clear.

“Well? Are you going to convince me that I am not crazy today?” you asked impatiently, popping some food into your mouth.

He smirked, amused. He was even more handsome when he did that. You thanked whoever was up there that he was not half-naked anymore. You didn’t know if you would have been able to suppress the urge to kiss your former dog otherwise.

“Are you sure you want to know?” he asked, pulling you back to reality.

“You promised,” you whined. “I had a shitty day, not unusual when it comes to my life, but I really don’t need you to complicate things. I woke up today with the certainty that I had a dog called Black, and now it turns out that you are Black. How did you do it? And the bat thing? You didn’t even touch me but it flew away anyway!”

“Love, I’m not here to complicate your life. That’s the last thing I want.”

That was the most serious sentence he had uttered since he was in human form. He began to ramble then, something about being a wizard, and magic, and having a wand and being an… animagus? It all sounded like bullshit, and you really feared the last bit of sanity in you extinguished when the dog entered your life. The thought may have registered on your face, for he took his stick, or wand, or whatever he called it, and said, “Seeing as my speech is not persuading you that you are not going nuts, I will prove that I am telling the truth. Dare me to do something, anything that seems impossible without a bit of magic.”

You snorted. He wanted to prove he was a wizard? Granted.


He rubbed his nape.

“I need a broomstick for that.”

Why didn’t that surprise you?

“Next you will tell me you own a cauldron and mix salamander blood with spider legs to make potions.”

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “How did you know?”

The worst part was that he sounded genuine, entirely curious. He hadn’t grasped you had intended to joke. Face-palming was a logical reaction, yet you refrained from it and simply groaned. Well, you had to lower the level if he really wished to convince you.

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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.

maddwinter  asked:

do you have any kind of complete fantasy au fics?? (doesnt have to be completed but i'd prefer to read completed fics)

Yep! I do! A lot of them are not completed, but I always include completed fics in my recommendations. Some WIP’s that I put on the lists may be finished by now, so I would click any one that you’re interested in, even if it’s a WIP, and it may be completed!

I am still continuing my fantasy AU fic rec lists as the tag covers many AUs. (I still have Royalty AU, fairy AU, incubus/demon AU, and supernatural AU requests!)

Here is what I currently have for fantasy:


The lists are done for ships (Dean x Reader, etc). If you are looking for a no-romance imagine with a particular character, you have to go to the no romance section and look through it. For those sections, the names in the brackets are those of the characters used in the imagine.

They all go from earliest to newest, so the first imagines


Draco x reader

  • friends since toddlers, now dating
  • s/o being sad

Imagines & One shots & Song Requests

Draco x Reader

  • She is different
  • Merry Christmas, Malfoy
  • Stay down, Weasley
  • Shall we dance?
  • Plans for summer? (Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4)
  • My little Malfoys
  • I’ll help you
  • Magic…
  • Go away
  • Scars

George x Reader

  • Who said we wouldn’t prepare anything?
  • Let’s go to the ball

Fred x Reader

  • My Little Chaser
  • How do you know?
  • Your crush is here

Harry x Reader

  • Step aside, Potter  (Father!Snape)

Sirius Black x Reader

  • I knew you would come back

Snape x Reader

  • Sorry, professor, not today
  • I care for you
  • Don’t ever do that
  • I do not want you to leave

No Romance

  • She is Malfoy
  • You deserve that (Draco Malfoy)


Lucifer x Reader

  • I see
  • Revenge
  • It’s my turn
  • Happy Birthday, Darling


Bruce Banner x Reader

  • Arguing with your brother, Tony, about your relationship
  • Flirting
  • Returning from the mission
  • Learning that he tried to kill himself
  • Him saying that you can never go home
  • More than just annoyed

Bucky Barnes x Reader

  • Telling him that his family is dead
  • Playing piano
  • Calling you while on mission
  • Dean and Sam meeting you demon boyfriend (Dean, Sam, Demon!Bucky Barnes)
  • Him living with you because Natasha asked
  • Watching movies together
  • Him leaving for the mission
  • Pillow Fight
  • Watching you leave (Bucky, Steve)
  • Recalling that he tried to kill you
  • Dancing in the kitchen
  • Calling your parents
  • Recognizing you in the street
  • Understanding the reference
  • Him leaving for WWII
  • Having a nightmare
  • You know you want to
  • You look bad, dumbass
  • Happy Birthday, babygirl
  • I am James
  • I will do what I have to do to help him (Father!Tony)

Loki x Reader

  • Visiting him in prison
  • Avengers capturing you
  • Returning home to you
  • You having cold hands

Natasha x Reader

  • Talking till 4 a.m.
  • Driving her away
  • Coming before she leaves for the mission
  • Calling while she’s on mission

Steve Rogers x Reader

  • Watching you leave (Bucky, Steve)
  • I am crazy about you
  • This is fear

Tony Stark

  • Apologizing 
  • Dancing
  • Intervening when your relatives offend you
  • Steve being over-protective when you date Tony


  • Teasing Steve (Steve, Tony)
  • Helping you pick a major (Thor, Natasha, Tony)
  • You’re very likeable (Phil Coulson)


Arthur x Reader

  • Saving you from getting married
  • A Royal Prince
  • Who cares if one is a prince if he is kissing your sister? (Brotherly!Gwaine)
  • Not Really Expected
  • What Were You Thinking?
  • Isn’t that his highness? 
  • It’s all about my father
  • Gwen is not ‘the one’

Gwaine x reader

  • Not Perfect

Merlin x Reader

  • You don’t have to

Not Romance

  • I’ll teach you
  • Two Wizards in One House
  • Everything will be alright (Lancelot)
  • Little Sister’s Guardian 


Mad Hatter x Reader

  • Talking to you

No Romance

  • Have you asked Violet out yet?


Mycroft x reader

  • I know
  • I simply observed
  • Merry Christmas
  • Happy Birthday, Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock x John

  • I am taking your computer away because you should go to bed
  • You had one job, Sherlock!

Sherlock x Reader

  • The One Time John Gets To Explain Stuff To Sherlock
  • Do Not Open Your Mouth Again (and Part 2)
  • Jerk
  • How did I produce such a child?
  • Moriarty? (Moriarty’s sister!Reader)

Not Romance

  • Not again (Dad!Mycroft)
  • Dad is here (Dad!Mycroft)
  • Let’s play murder
  • Interrogation (brother!Sherlock & brother!Mycroft)
  • Good night, darlin’ (Dad!Mycroft)


Doctor ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader

  • Not to the Sickbay you say?
  • She is my sister, Bones! (+ Brother!Kirk)
  • Late Night Chat
  • Captain’s Orders, Doctor. Also, I want you alive.
  • Asexual and terrified


Han Solo x Reader

  • Scoundrel
  • I did not mean to shoot Luke! 


Balthazar x Reader

  • Introducing Dean and Sam to your kid
  • Not trusting that he is serious about you
  • ‘Forever’ by Kiss

Castiel x Reader

  • Telling him that you are not as good as others
  • Him saying ‘I am no angel’
  • Everything I do by Bryan Adams
  • Him taking care of you when you are sick
  • Him learning that you don’t like Christmas
  • Him and Christmas Tree
  • Learning that you can’t sleep after the rape
  • Him and Mistletoe
  • Him and Grinch
  • Soulmates
  • Him and cooking for Christmas
  • Taking your computer away because you should sleep
  • I am here for you
  • I don’t understand… why hide them? (’bout freckles)
  • Rabbit and Castiel

Charlie x Reader

  • Coming home after the mission
  • Telling her you like her

Chuck x Reader

  • Meeting for the first time (anti-religious one!)
  • Him coming for help
  • Helping you with depression

Crowley x Reader

  • Dean walking on you kissing
  • Protecting you
  • Meeting for the first time
  • Capturing Crowley to talk to him
  • ‘Fawn’
  • Him seeing that you self-harm
  • ‘You were always worth saving’
  • Him learning that you self-harm, even though you promised to stop
  • You hating John Winchester
  • Him wanting to marry you (1, 2, 3, 4)
  • Him being jealous about ‘Angel’
  • Him saving you from death and making you stay with him in Hell (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)
  • Hail to the King of Hell
  • You will burn, Winchester
  • You must be kidding me (+ Brother!Dean)
  • Yet we are here, negotiating like proper psychopaths 
  • King of Hell, and you are… a non-important guy?
  • I promised I would
  • It took you some time
  • I always am here

Dean x Reader

  • Crushing the Impala
  • Kissing before going hunting
  • Your father, Balthazar, learning that you and Dean date (Balthazar, Dean)
  • Scaring him in the morning
  • Death feeding you because Deana asked him to take care of you (Death)
  • House of Memories by Panic!At the Disco
  • Bed of roses by Bon Jovi
  • No one like you by Scorpions
  • Comatose by Skillet
  • I’ll be around by Blowsight
  • Falling asleep listening to him
  • Drunk Dean
  • You didn’t have breakfast, so I brought you food
  • My child?

Death x reader

  • You know he doesn’t like us
  • Do you actually believe that?
  • How dare you?
  • Mutual attraction
  • I did not expect that
  • She is mine
  • Shape of you

Gabriel x Reader

  • Him learning that you are kicked out of home for being bisexual
  • Him learning that you are pregnant
  • Having a nightmare
  • Helping you with depression
  • Dean and Sam hiding you
  • Dancing
  • Him coming back for you
  • Body image issues
  • Having dinner

Lucifer x Reader

  • Finding you after getting out of Cage
  • Dean and Sam learning that you date Lucifer (Dean, Sam, Lucifer, Castiel)
  • Your sweet 666 by HIM
  • Him watching you sleep
  • You having a heart condition, and him being an a-hole about it
  • Watching ‘Beauty and the Beast’ together
  • Every breath you take by the Police
  • Panic attack
  • Convincing him to stop looking for God
  • Being stressed, and Lucifer not helping
  • Annoying you when you are trying to study
  • Him killing demons that are hiding you
  • Him following you because he cares for you
  • Saving you when you get hurt badly
  • Taking care of you when you get drunk
  • Saving you when angels are following you
  • I’ll bring you back, love (1 and 2)
  • I knew you would come
  • Unexpected Guest
  • Stay away from her

Michael x Reader

  • Being his soulmate

Sam x Reader

  • Waking up after being hurt on a hunt
  • Learning that you self-harm
  • Dating Soulless!Sam
  • Spiders
  • Nightmare
  • Reading

Winchesters, Cass, Crowley, Balthazar, etc (NO ROMANCE)

  • Responsible for cameras (Dean, Sam)
  • Calling to make them proud (Dean, Castiel)
  • Your brother, Dean, talking to your boyfriend (Dean)
  • Crowley saving you after learning that he is your father (Crowley)
  • Balthazar saving you from a maniac
  • Dean and Sam meeting you demon boyfriend (Dean, Sam, Demon!Bucky Barnes)
  • Dean learning that you hunt (Dean)
  • Making Balthazar, your father, proud (Balthazar, Dean, Sam)
  • Dean, your brother, walking you to the altar (Dean)
  • Your father, Balthazar, seeing that you got a crush (Balthazar)
  • Your father, Balthazar, learning that you and Dean date (Balthazar, Dean)
  • Seeing Destiel
  • Death feeding you because Deana asked him to take care of you (Death)
  • Telling about how you performed on a concert (Sam, Dean)
  • Sam pulling sleeping aid in your tea
  • New case
  • Don’t close your eyes
  • Gotcha
  • Brave Kid
  • You will make the right choice
  • Stay away from our girl
  • She is coming with me (GuardianAngel!Castiel)
Bait, Switch, and Spite

So I have a paladin.  I have not gotten to play her yet as there have been some scheduling issues with the game day for the last couple of weeks but she is going to enter on the next session whenever that happens. (It hopefully with be tomorrow if fate will let this happen)

 I feel some backstory is necessary.  In this game I am currently playing a Warlock.  Her name is Wizabeth, shortened to Wiz and she is a pretty simple character (in more ways than one)  Wiz thinks she is a Wizard.  Wiz has two sevens for her Int and Wis.  Wiz is as I personally call her, “The Devil’s Perfect Idiot.”  There is a player in the game that hates Wiz more than he hates the plane eating Elder God that the party is fighting.  Attempted to beat her to death with his bare hands when a crit fail on my part put a hole in the wall of his house while Wiz was trying to defend it from a hoard of giant spiders.  That was not the first conflict and it was not the last either.

This situation is of course quite a bit my fault since I made the problem character the way she is, so in the background I have been trying to figure out a way to get rid of Wiz, since playing stupidly and without a thought of death has not worked as Wiz is just too damn lucky.  While talking to said other player a bit of information was brought to my attention that gave me a satisfying and petty plan.

This player hates Paladins.  Not for a mechanical reason, just because he is edgy and hates that boy-scout archetype.  This being the tipping point of other personal conflicts, along with him hating my current character from her inception spurred me onto the path of my petty spite quest.  

I was going to make a Paladin.  Not just any Paladin though, since that would just make another character that this player hated, I decided that I was going to make the edgiest damn character that I could and then reveal her to be a Paladin later.  (note: I love Paladins of all sorts and would love to play a proper agent of justice)

So I sat down and came up with a character, and Xela Doomchaser, Revenant Paladin of Vengeance was born.  A 5'11" broody albino warrior in rusty, probably stolen armor who, while willing to work with others as much as necessary, is likely to just put down anyone who gets in her way.

Or so she appears.

 As briefly mentioned before, the big bad of the game is a world eating old god.  Said Old God has eaten I believe somewhere over 100 whole planes of existence in his campaign to wipe the slate clean of all creation.  Xela was from one of those worlds.  She was a collage student studying History and Arcana before her world ended.  When it did end, it was not with a bang, but with the armies of darkness coming to raze the world in preparation for their master’s feast.  Xela decided to not go down without a fight so she organized a militia to defend her home and protect those she could from the incoming darkness and any who wished to exploit the tragic situation.  

That failed and they all died.  Xela herself was the last to go down and before she passed away impaled on her own barricade Xela swore vengeance upon the force that brought this damnation down on her and her world…  The next dawn she woke back up.  A new world to fail to protect and a little pointer in her mind that told her where to go and who to kill.  Her powers and limited immortality come from the pureness of her spite against the destroyer of worlds and her desire to stop the evil from taking more lives.  Xela will continue this cycle multiple times eventually earning the nickname “Doomchaser” for her persistence from her at that time compatriots.  After their deaths she takes that as a new surname.  

Of course the party of actual players will know none of that unless they ask and will only see Xela as she appears and also as the woman who brutally murdered their problem “Wizard”  (Her revenant sense will lead her to do this since technically Wiz did play a part in the return of the old god.  I mean the whole party did as well but I am scapegoating here to gain favor) 

So yeah unless I am asked in character only the DM and I know all this.  For the record he thought it was a hilarious and great idea.  We will see.  But a character that this other player can’t succeed at murdering will sure make this… Interesting.  This is going to be such a mess and I can’t wait.

potatocomets  asked:

Just wondering, of the 418 characters of the Speech, have you ever fleshed out an orthography? It's been described in so many different ways from sharing expressions with calculus to looking like arabic. I understand keeping the mystery of it, and I don't want to seeing anything, but I am still curious how extensively you've worked on any of the Speech orthography or otherwise

I’ve tried it a number of times (in terms of graphics) and have yet to get a result I liked. The closest I’ve seen in popular culture that I thought “Hey, it could be like that” was the above-and-below-a-line alien graphics associated with the opening of the “map” device in TREASURE PLANET.

Sorry not to be more help on this, but this issue has been bedeviling me for a long while now, and I suspect it’ll keep on doing so.