and then she gets turned into an owl for being awful

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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Favorite Color? (Soulmate Au)

Originally posted by newtloveshisfantasticbeasts

Request: A soulmate Au where you see grey until you meet your soulmate.


The world had always been grey for (Y/n), and it would probably be grey for the rest of her life. You see (Y/n) was raised by a pure-blood family, and being a pure-blood came at a cost. They never meet their soulmate. Sure on occasions, if you were lucky, they’re betrothed was their soulmate but most of the time it never happened.

She was only 7 when she found out that most people could see in color. Which surprised her, considering her parents also only saw grey. That’s when (Y/n)’s parents explained about soulmates and how if she met hers then the world became colorful. Even then she still was okay with seeing grey for the rest of her  life.

That was until (Y/n) arrived in Illvermorny. Sure for awhile all the kids saw grey but by 5th year almost all of them could see in color. All except the pure-bloods. She tried to ignore the taunts of being called “Soulless.” or the taunts of “Hey pure-blood are you sure there’s even someone for you out there?” That’s when the hatred for grey bubbled inside her. 

It was that very blasted color that kept her from being normal. That one color. The bullying was extremely worse one day and that’s when she met the Goldsteins. 

“Hey Pure-blood you do know what color this is right?” A boy taunted waving a grey fabric in her face. No matter how hard she concentrated (Y/n) couldn’t tell, but she knew what happened if she got it wrong. Tears gathered in her eyes as she grew more and more frustrated. “Hey pure-blood I don’t hear an answer!”

“Leave her alone! She’s not bothering anyone” A voice cried out catching the group off guard. Another student, a girl, stood with her arms cross. She was a fairly tall girl with short wavy hair and a frown was on her face.

The boy huffed slightly. “Aw come on Queenie it’s just a little fun!” (Y/n) watched cautiously as the girl made her way over with a sweet smile on her face. It honestly scared (Y/n).

Queenie let out a giggle and replied,”Oh I’m sure it is, but do you want me to tell your soulmate about your other fun?” The boy’s face seemed to get paler and Queenie smirked. “That’s what I thought now run along.” Tina plopped down beside (Y/n) as the boy quickly made his get away. “Are you alright sweetie?”

(Y/n) shifted slightly and gave Queenie a thankful look. “Yea it’s pretty normal…” She mumbled fiddling with her hands.

Queenie huffed slightly shaking her head causing her curls to bounce in every direction. “Well it shouldn’t!” She turned to (Y/n) and smiled. “I’m Queenie Goldstein by the way.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly. “(Y/n) (L/n)… It’s nice to meet you…”

It seemed after that day (Y/n) no longer cared about colors. Cause when she met the Goldstein sisters she found out that not only pure-bloods got stuck seeing grey. That in fact sometimes other people met their soulmates later on in life. In fact, she had accepted that she might not meet her soulmate and decided that grey was her favorite color. That was until she met her soulmate.


(Y/n) had been slightly fidgety all day. Queenie was bringing her soulmate over to meet her along with his friend. She would have been glad for it, but this was not the week. You see (Y/n) and her parents had struck a deal a long time ago. She had 1 year to find her soul mate or else she would be married off. This was her last week to find him, but she knew that no matter what she couldn’t say no to Queenie.

So here she was in one of her nice dresses waiting for Queenie to show up. She glanced around making sure that her apartment was all set. Her great horned owl, Athena, was perched in her cage sleeping. All her papers were neatly organized on the coffee table in the living room. The flames in her fireplace were going steady and she glanced into the kitchen. the table was all set for everyone and the food was still cooking.

A small knock sounded on the door and (Y/n) was instantly at the door. “Queenie!” She exclaimed hugging the girl tightly. 

Queenie let out a laugh and pulled out of the hug. She grinned widely at the girl. “(Y/n)! It’s so good to see you!” She stepped inside and pulled a short man in with her. “(Y/n) meet Jacob my soulmate!” Queenie leaned in and whispered excitedly,”He’s also a no-maj so let’s try to keep this quiet.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened slightly at the word “No-maj” but kept her mouth shut. She and Queenie knew the consequence of being caught… But if Queenie was happy that was all that mattered. She smiled at Jacob and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you Jacob.”

He smiled slightly. “It’s nice to meet you as well  (Y/n). Queenie speaks fondly about you…”

(Y/n) smiled slightly at the thought. She suddenly remembered something and frowned. “Hey wasn’t there supposed someone else?”

Queenie giggled and replied,”He’s outside the door… He’s just a little shy” She took Jacob’s hand and sang, “Come on Newt. She won’t bite.”

(Y/n) watched as a tall man came into view. His curly hair covering his eyes as he stared at the ground. He was carrying a slightly beat up suitcase as well. “Hello I’m-.” The moment his eyes met hers a pain shot through her skull.

That’s when she saw it. At first she didn’t know how to describe it. It was the most beautiful color she had ever seen and almost immediately the name clicked. She was staring into his green eyes. That moment she decided at that very moment that green was her favorite color. His eyes were wide in shock.

“Newt? (Y/n)?” Jacob’s voice pulled the two back from their moment. ‘Are you two alright?”

(Y/n) let out a small laugh and turned to them again. Queenie instantly noticed the sparkle in her eyes. (Y/n) grinned and replied, “Yea Jacob perfectly fine.”

Newt stepped beside her and hesitantly took her hand. “I guess I should introduce you to my Soulmate,” Newt joked sending a flutter of butterflies through (Y/n).

Soulmate…. (Y/n) smiled softly at the word. I could love this….


HEY GUYS I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD! That’s right I’m back I have finally been inspired and it’s about time! Also any valentines day ideas would be awesome! Anyways this is my longest one I’m pretty sure so I hope you like it!s

Night Owls--Harry Hook x Reader

Disclaimer-I don’ t own any of the Descendants characters all credit goes to the creators and producers of Disney Descendants 

Summary-You are a part of Uma’s crew, and you have a crush on Uma’s first mate, Harry Hook. One night, you get caught wondering in the deck by Harry himself.

Originally posted by unchxxrted

You take in the sight around you. The fresh salty air blowing through your hair as you breath it all in. Oh how you loved the sea. You hoped to one day be able to set sail on the open waves once again, but that was impossible, since the magical barrier prevented anyone from leaving this foul place. 

 It was dark outside and every one of the crew members were asleep. Being one of the lower ranked members of Captain Uma’s crew, you never really get a chance to enjoy the view of the ocean and horizon. You were mostly instructed to stay below deck, watching all the supplies to ensure nothing went missing. The only times you ever came above deck was when you went out to get a meal at Ursula’s Fish and Chips shop. Not much ever really happened on the Jolly Roger. The only reason you really stayed in this crew was because of Harry Hook. 

He was Uma’s first mate, son of Captain Hook, and the only person able to make you blush by just glancing at you. His tall, tanned figure towered above you and and the majority of the crew members. His clothes consisted of red and black, and many layers of leather, with a hat that shields his hair, though you occasionally saw him without it, revealing a thick mane of dark hair. Even his facial features were sharper than the hook he carried around to seem more like his father. 

But what always caught you’re attention the most were his eyes. He had blue eyes that were lighter than the sea, and stood out even more when he outlined them with black liner. They mostly held a stern look, but occasionally held affection and care. They showed his passion, his triumph, and his determination to make it known that Uma and her crew were not to be messed with. You admired that to most. 

But you never got to spend time with him. He was always commanding the others, carrying out Uma’s demands while you listened to his voice from down below. His Scottish accent was never hard to miss, and hard to resist. Even when the crew was at the chip shop, you sat on the far side of the counter while he was by Uma’s side, causing mischief with other members by shoving them and showing his dominance over them. He did that to the entire crew. 

Well, everyone except Uma. 

And you. 

Too busy in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the scuffle of boots along the deck. With a clearing of his throats you turned your head, and your breath hitched. 

There, before you in all his glory, was Harry himself. He was without his coat or hat, only his leather pants and belt clung loosely on his waist, his torn undershirt over his chest. His hair was uncovered, all tangled and rearranged, from tossing and turning in his sleep you assumed. He smirked a little, and slowly walked towards you. 

“Well, well, well,” he smiled, his stare never leaving your own. “What do we have here? A little night owl hovering about?” 

His voice seemed playful, but then again, he always used a playful tone when he knew he had the upper hand. You gulped, not wanting to respond. “Aw, why so quiet, catfish caught yer tongue?” 

You remained silent, which only made him chuckle. He came closer, making you pull away. You knew you were gonna be in trouble, since you weren’t supposed to be up and about in the middle of the night. It was one of Uma’s rules. 

He continued to snicker, watching you tremble under his gaze. You shifted your eyes to the ground, catching the glare of his hook on one of his belt loops. You began to pant. 

“I-I’m sorry, H-Harry,” you whispered, still shaking. 

“Ah she speaks!” He mocked, taking his right hand to lift your chin. “What are ye doing wondering around late at night. Uma would make ye fish bate if she found out.” 

You took a deep breath. “I-I don’t know, couldn’t sleep I guess.” He didn’t respond. For awhile he looked at you, as if he was trying to remind himself where he had seen you. Then, he remembered. “You work below deck, don’t ya?” You nodded the best you can, since his finger still held your chin up. He smiled a bit, but not in a evil way. “Uh huh, I’ve seen you around, you talk with that Gary fella, right?” 

Gary was your friend, though he wanted to be more. You always rejected him, but continued to talk to him nonetheless, since you didn’t really know anyone else. 

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered. 

“Poor fella, I’ve seen his attempts, yet ye never give him the light of day.” He snickered again. “What’s your name, little owl?” 

“Y-Y/N.” 

He kept looking at you, watching as your chest rose and fell at a steady pace. Then he spoke again. “So tell me, Y/N. Why don’t ya give the lad a chance, aye?” 

You thought about it for a moment and said, “He isn’t my type.” Your courage began to grow slightly as the lack of space between the two of you increased by the minute. 

His hand move from your chin to rest it on the post that pinned you, just to the left side of your head. His toned biceps came to view as he barely whispered, “And what, my little owl, is your type?” 

You couldn’t help the shiver as his breath fanned over your lips. You didn’t know what to do, what to say. Here you were, pinned to the mast post, in the middle of the night, by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, who is asking you what your type was. You so desperately wanted to tell him that the only person to make your heart soar and butterflies to erupt was the one standing in front of you, but you couldn’t. You froze. 

Harry waited for your answer, but then he spoke up, “Well, do you know what my type is?” He smiled, leaning closer to you. You shook your head. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, smirking at your obvious heavy breaths. 

“My type,” he said barely above a whisper, “is a shy, timid girl, one no one really likes to point out.” You were confused as you why he was telling you this, but let him go on anyway. He pushed back a piece of hair behind your ear with left hand, letting it gently stroke your cheek as he continued. 

“My type is a girl who tries to steal glances of me, thinking I can’t see her, when I actually catch her every time, trying to do the same thing.” His hand continued down, stroking your jaw and collar bone, down your shoulder and arm until he grasped your right hand. He looked down at your two hands and smiled. 

“My type is the one who doesn’t fight for my affection, the one who only need to laugh to make my head spin.” He spoke, lifting your hand ever so carefully, sensing your ease as your shakiness subsided. He looked straight into your eyes, bringing your hand closer to his lips, gently placing a kiss onto it, and never breaking eye contact, not before he spoke, with a voice barely audible, “My type is you, Y/N.” 

His words ran a shiver up your spine, your eyes meeting his light ones. You wanted to tell him you felt the same way, but your heart was racing at his confession. His smile grew at your reaction, evolving in to a full on grin. He took this moment to admire you. 

Your long H/C hair circling your face as the wind blew it and how the moonlight reflected the glow in your E/C eyes. His thumb gently touched your bottom lip, which were oh so tempting. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

He leaned in and captured his lips with yours, caressing both your cheeks as he did. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Your eyes were wide, as you didn’t know what to do at first, until you kissed him back. Once he felt you giving into him, he pulled you closer by your waist, allowing your right hand to stroke up his arm. He went to deepen the kiss, biting your bottom lip and giggling when you let out a little squeal. He picked you by your thighs, pushing you harder against the post, never letting the kiss end. You let out a gasp as you felt his lips leave yours, only to latch onto your neck, and up to the sensitive skin by your ear, nibbling it ever so slightly. Your fingers ran through his hair, earning a groan from him as you did so. He soon returned to your lips, picking the pace back up. 

Eventually, you pushed against him, your breaths heavy, leaving your hands to rest against his chest. He looked up at you, a cocky smile on his face. 

“So, I guess I’m yer type then, aye?”

Make up Marichat May, Day 12: Sleepover

Title: Good Morning
Word Count: 2,059

“Nope,” Chat Noir admits, trying to keep any disappointment from sneaking into his tone. He’d never slept over at someone’s house before. His father was far too protective to have him do something like that.  

“No? They’re fun,” Marinette says nonchalantly.

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Expecto Patronum

Sooo I’m rereading OotP right now, and idk I just kinda thought of this, so I took the idea and ran with it. Not sure if it’s good or not lmao


As Harry walked into the Room of Requirement, he smiled and happily began setting up for that week’s DA meeting. He was really looking forward to this one, as was everyone else, because he was finally going to begin teaching them the Patronus Charm. Just as he had finished getting everything ready, there was a knock on the door, and Ron and Hermione quickly entered. It wasn’t long until everyone had arrived, and they could finally begin.

The meeting started out as they usually did. Everyone simply greeted each other, and once they had all settled down, Harry explained what they would be doing. At the mention of conjuring a patronus, there were murmurs of excitement going around the room. Just as Harry was about to begin giving instructions on how to do this difficult charm, there was another knock on the door.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged looks of apprehension. Everyone seemed to have the same thought in mind as the three of them: What if it’s Umbridge?

“If it were her, I don’t think she would be so polite as to simply knock,” Hermione muttered, attempting to quell everyone’s worry despite her own being very evident on her face.

Harry gave everyone a look that told them all to remain quiet as he cautiously approached the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, opening the door a crack, through which his eyes immediately spotted a shock of white-blond hair.

Harry slammed the door and turned to the group with wide eyes. Ron and Hermione rushed over to him.

“It’s Malfoy,” he said anxiously.

They all knew Malfoy was keen on getting anyone who wasn’t in Slytherin into trouble, especially those in Gryffindor, and would certainly stoop as low as working with Umbridge to do so.

“Did he see you?” Ron asked.

“I think so, but-” Harry was cut off by yet another knock.

Just like the first knock, it was not one of brute force that demanded entrance, but a polite knock, as if asking permission to come in.

“Maybe you should just…see what he wants?” Hermione suggested.

“Right, and land myself in detention, carving words into my hand for the rest of the year. No thanks, Hermione, I’ll pass.”

“Well you said that you think he saw you, so if what he wants is to rat you out to Umbridge, he would have done it already, but he’s still here.”

Harry looked around and saw that everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Fine. I’ll see what he wants. While I do that, you guys can all just pair up, and practice some of the stuff we worked on previously.”

They all hesitantly did as Harry asked, and Harry then turned back to the door. With a large sigh, he tugged it open and quickly stepped outside so Malfoy couldn’t see who else was in the room.

“What do you want?” Harry snapped, giving Malfoy a sharp glare.

Draco was slightly taken aback at Harry’s hostility, though it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“I wanted to join in on your meeting…”

Harry attempted to feign innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Draco rolled his eyes and snorted.

“Come off it, Potter. You act like you all do a good job of keeping it a secret, running around school muttering about meetings and spells together. It’s a wonder how Umbridge doesn’t know exactly what you’re all up to yet. I mean I knew she was quite dense, but come on.”

Harry just stared at Draco for a few moments. Maybe he was just waiting for Harry to confess so he could run and tell her.

Draco could clearly see what Harry was thinking.

“Look, I want to pass my OWLs just as much as you all do. My parents would have a right fit if I received anything less than an E on any of them. And speaking of my parents, well, as you know, my father isn’t exactly…morally correct. I know as well as you that Voldemort is on the rise again, and I’m not going to lie…I’m scared. I put on a show for my father of acting like I agree with Voldemort’s intentions, but I don’t. I want to learn how to defend myself, too, because when it comes down to it, Voldemort doesn’t care about blood status; if he doesn’t like you, it doesn’t matter if you’re pureblood or a mud- er…muggle born. He’ll kill you without a second thought.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. For whatever reason, maybe because Draco was giving him a look that made him feel something funny in his stomach, he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Fine, you can come in. But you’ll have to sign something.”

Harry figured that if Malfoy was just going to run and tell on them all afterwards, at least they would all have the small consolation of him having horrendous acne all over his face.

When the two of them stepped back into the Room of Requirement, everyone turned to stare at Malfoy, and then Harry with disbelief.

“Uhm…we have a new member,” he said awkwardly before grabbing the parchment with all of their signatures and having Malfoy sign.

Everyone eyed Draco skeptically, but said nothing.

“Right, now that that’s all settled, I guess we can get started on patronuses.”

Harry explained the incantation to them all: how to do it, what it’s used for, and how each is unique to the person casting it.

Harry then easily casted his patronus, a great stag erupting from the end of his wand, to demonstrate.

Everyone, especially Draco, Harry noticed, was staring at him in awe.

“So that’s really it. Just think of something really happy, and say the words. It seems quite easy, but don’t be discouraged if you don’t get it right away. It’s really advanced magic.”

They all had forgotten about Draco’s presence and quickly got into groups or pairs, excited to try the charm themselves.

Unsurprisingly, Draco was left without a partner, so Harry begrudgingly offered to work with him. 

Expecto Patronum,” Draco muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time, still without any effect. Harry was beginning to take pity on him. He knew how frustrating it was.

“You’re not thinking of a happy enough memory. Just take a break and try to think of something else while I go around and check on how everyone else is doing.”

Draco simply nodded and watched as Harry walked off to a different group, smiling at Luna Lovegood as she showed him her patronus that took the form of a hare.

Draco sighed and started to feel worse as he watched every other person in the room have a go at the charm. Even if they were unable to cast a clear, full patronus, they all at least had silver mist coming from their wands. Draco attempted the charm once more on his own, but nothing happened. No glorious animal and no silver mist; just utter disappointment. He couldn’t understand why this was so difficult for him, as he had never had trouble with the charms they performed in Defense Against the Dark Arts before.

After Harry had made his rounds, he returned to Draco.

“Ready to try again?” Harry asked cheerily, though he was unsure why. This was Malfoy he was talking to, after all.

“I guess so,” Draco grumbled before raising his wand and saying the words. To no surprise, nothing happened, and Draco rolled his eyes, annoyed with his own incompetence.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Are you sure you’re thinking of something happy?”

Draco shot him a glare but said nothing. He tried and failed a few more times before finally just giving up. Harry looked at him sympathetically, and was about to say something to him, but then he realized the time, and quickly rushed everyone out, assuring them that he’d let them know when their next meeting would be.

Harry hadn’t realized that there was still one person remaining in the room with him. When he turned and saw Draco still standing there, he jumped slightly.

“I just wanted to apologize…for wasting your time.”

Harry shook his head.

“You didn’t waste my time, Malfoy. The whole point of this is to help people learn proper defense. Today’s lesson was really difficult magic that some grown wizards cannot even perform.”

“Well, no one else seemed to have trouble with it.”

“They all knew what we would be doing at today’s meeting and probably read up on it a bit. It’s nothing to beat yourself up about.”

“I couldn’t even get that stupid silver mist to come out of my wand, Potter,” Draco spat.

“It’s okay, we’re going to keep working on it.”

“There’s no point in me even coming again. I’m obviously helpless.”

Harry rolled his eyes at how overdramatic Draco was being, but at the same time, he could see how much this was bothering him, and really wanted to help.

“Maybe it’s your wand movement. Here, watch me.” Harry quickly pulled out his wand and aimed it at nothing in particular. “Expecto Patronum.”

Draco watched, as the silver stag once again appeared. Harry let it trot around for a bit before pulling his wand away.

“Now you try.”

Harry watched as Draco prepared to try again.

“Stop,” he said as Draco began moving his arm. “You’re not starting the motion correctly.”

Harry moved behind Draco and put his hand around his wrist to reposition his arm. Draco blushed at the contact. Harry then helped Draco do the full motion.

After doing this a few times, Harry released Draco’s wrist and told him to try again. This time, a bit of silver mist shot from the end of Draco’s wand, and he quickly turned around excitedly to look at Harry, who was beaming at him.

“Did you see that?”

Harry chuckled.

“I did. See, you’re already making progress. You just have to be a bit more positive.”

Harry then took in Draco’s expression. He was sure this was the first time he had ever seen him smiling in a way that wasn’t sinister or sarcastic. The way his lips so easily curved up into that grin was lovely. Harry’s eyes focused on Draco’s lips for several moments, and he soon realized how close the two of them were to each other. Harry thought back to that funny feeling Draco had given him before, but this time, it was amplified. If before he had butterflies in his stomach, they were hippogriffs now. 

Harry smiled back and took a small step closer, nearly closing the distance between him and Draco, who was giving Harry a questioning look, but not moving away.

From the way Draco was gazing at him, Harry had a feeling Draco felt the same way he did. Without a second thought, Harry closed his eyes and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Draco’s.

It was a short kiss, but they both pulled away smiling, and before either of them could say or do anything else, Draco lifted his wand and, with confidence, shouted, “Expecto Patronum!”

Harry watched as something huge appeared. A magnificent, silver dragon flew about the room, and Harry couldn’t help but grin. He had never seen anything like it. He hadn’t even known it was possible to cast a dragon patronus.

After a while, Draco allowed the dragon to disappear, and he smiled at Harry.

“I guess I just needed something happier to think about.”

Harry blushed slightly but laughed.

“I guess so.”

Draco smiled slyly and leaned in to give Harry another quick kiss.

“I’ll remember that one for next time,” he said with a wink before turning and walking out of the Room of Requirement, looking forward to next week’s meeting.

Shiksa Goddess - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1136
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark
Warnings: there is so much fluff its cliche
Requested by anon
Clint and Nat making fun of reader and Pietro for being too cutesy and for being that annoyingly sweet couple that nobody can stand for free of getting cavities.
Authors Note: So the request did not ask for this to be a song imagine, but when I read annoyingly sweet I thought of this song, Shiksa Goddess from The Last Five Years- you can listen to it here! And I have done my research, Shiksa Goddess is a term used by Jewish people to describe non Jewish people, HOWEVER THIS IMAGINE DOES NOT ACTUALLY USE THE TERM SHIKSA GODDESS OR MAKE ANY REFRENCE TO RELIGION SO IT CAN BE READ BY ANYONE! I did not want to limit anyone or offend anyone so it was best to leave religion out of this, it is meerly just the song name :) (Sorry it has been so long without an imagine out, I’ve been really sick.)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Hey, how’s your leg rash doing?” Natasha asked Clint as they walked around the base.

“Much better. It’s really annoying, though,” He groaned.

Natasha shook her head with a laugh. “If you were more careful and didn’t think you could slide on the grass and not get hurt, then you wouldn’t have gotten the rash.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Clint shook his head.

Tony almost ran into the pair when he sped around the corner. After almost dropping his coffee all over the place, Natasha noticed how his eyes were bugging out. “Be warned. Do not eat food in the kitchen right now; you will only throw it up if you stay in there. Good luck,” Tony told them, and ran out of the way.

Clint and Natasha gave each other confused looks, unsure of what Tony meant. They figured he could be overreacting, as he usually does, and continued on their way.

It was later at night, so there was no surprise that there had been some drinking by many in the base. Clint and Natasha walked into the kitchen, that was connected to the common room, and found you sitting on the couch next to Pietro. It was obvious that you both had a bit to drink, as there were bottles on the table in front of you.

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Some HP!Pevensie headcannons for @western-woods I had so many ideas I thought I would write them all down here!

Peter:

• is one of the best Quidditch players Hogwarts has ever seen
• plays as Keeper for the Hufflepuff team
• his favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts as he likes to think that someday, if the moment came, he would be able to protect his friends and family from harm
• sneaks his siblings into the kitchens when they’re feeling lonely or sad - says a good biscuit always clears your neves and wipes away the tears
• got a detention once for punching a fourth year Ravenclaw who peter caught calling Lucy and her friends horrible names
• for some reason, Dumbledore gave him a lollipop afterwards
• he still doesn’t understand why??
• is truly abysmal at Transfiguration, but Susan helps him with his homework and studies
• breaks his wand every couple of years - usually by sitting on it - and Ed then makes a little coffin and gravestone for them all
• and Lucy occasionally looks out the window of their house and gets all upset by the row of dirt mounds that lines the edge of their garden

Susan:

• Slytherin Prefect and #proud
• has never once gotten a detention - unlike her siblings
• excels at Transfiguration and Charms as she likes the practicality of both subjects
• is pretty much guaranteed to be Head Girl in her seventh year
• but cannot, for the life of her, understand why Qudditch is so fun??? like, it’s just throwing some magical footballs into hoops???
• violates the common room rule and invites her siblings for a gossip into the Slytherin common room every Friday evening because she really does get bored of studying and looks forward to that one evening ALL WEEK
• and she goes all out of this get-together
• there’s cakes and tea and all the sweets you could think of
• literally everyone is jealous too
• although, the one subject she is absolutely terrible at is Herbology - because plants should not talk, or make any noise for that matter
• she doesn’t think it, but she is definitely the most popular girl in school. everyone just seems to be in awe of her 24/7

Edmund:

• wizarding chess champ
• (and muggle chess champ too, but he doesn’t like to brag)
• most of the time Ravenclaw wins the house cup just because of his pure brilliance
• is also seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team
• every time he gets house points, everyone is still chill because he’s just a modest and cool guy
• is the best at Astrology as he loves to look at the stars and loves them all for their little quirks and uniqueness
• and likes Potions too, but dislikes the Latin names that a lot of the ingredients have
• sometimes gets REALLY homesick and turns up in the middle of the night at the Hufflepuff Common room door looking for his brother
• after a couple (more like a dozen) biscuits and a hug he seems to get a little better
• he hates Divination - he’s not bad at it, but hates that it judges people based on their pasts and foretold futures
• constantly wants to show the writers of the Daily Prophet what’s right

Lucy:

• the bravest and purest cinnamon roll Gryffindor has ever seen
• literally apologised to the guy Peter punched after he called her names
• then punched him as well
• all the staff were so confused with the two normally kind and not-violent siblings that night??? was it something in their food???
• spends most of her spare time in the Owlery writing anonymous letters of happiness and telling her owl to post them randomly to someone who wasn’t having a particularly good day
• she also writes in the prettiest cursive ever (who can write that pretty with such a scratchy old quill???)
• excels at Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology as she is the gentlest being to have ever existed, but also is keen to meet as many of the most dangerous breeds and species as possible
• once stole some cakes from one of Susan’s little tea parties and gave them to lonely looking first years
• what was a small competition between herself and Peter where they battled each other on who could tell the best dad jokes turned into a school wide tournament and constantly interrupted extra-curricular activities
• loves to explore Hogsmeade instead of browsing through the shops on school trips

anonymous asked:

Hey do you have any really funny fic you could suggest? I just read 'A week is only seven days' and I was crying it was so funny. I want more!

Hi Nonny!! OH GOD this has been in my drafts for MONTHS and I’m sorry for the delay. I’m guessing you found that fic on my “Go-To Johnlock Fic Rec List”, and it’s totally worth a read since it’s like, one of my all-time fave fics!! I don’t have many fics with the same type of humour, but I hope that a few of these will appease you! They’re more fluffy than anything else, but if I had a chuckle in them, then they will be here :)


  • High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, Ao3) (7,429 w.) - John is stupidly obsessed with Sherlock, Sherlock is adorably clueless, and they’re both dumb idiots. Jealous John and silly misunderstandings.
  • Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, Ao3) (3,897 w.) - Sherlock conveniently finds reasons to try to touch John’s junk. John’s tired of waiting.
  • The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, Ao3) (44,025 w.) - Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants for a case. There are some angsty bits in this, but I did giggle at a few scenes.
  • Life and Death by patemalah21 (K+, ff) (6K+) - Sherlock and John get mugged and injured. The first chapter is angsty, but the second and third chapters, Sherlock has to deal with his worst nemesis yet – a nurse intent on him getting better. *SLIGHT* Sher1011ie in the third chapter, but it feels more BFF’s.
  • You’re a Doctor, Fix me by edken (G, Ao3) (8,342 w.) - Sherlock gets sick and stroppy, John grins and bears it to fix him, and a fluffy happy ending.
  • How to Court Your Blogger by PipMer (K+, ff) (3,124 w.) - Sherlock Tries to court John on significant days in their life. Too bad John is a little bit slow on the draw.
  • Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson by Jessa7 (K+, ffnet) (8,085w.) - Mycroft is suddenly taking an interest in John and Sherlock is not happy. John just goes with it – he’s getting a lot of nice things out of this deal. (*NOT JOHNCROFT, just Mycroft being a meddler).
  • The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, ff) (9K+ w.) - Mycroft flirts with John. Sherlock gets jealous. John’s just along for the ride. Yeah, I also REALLY like Mycroft purposely riling up Sherlock to force him to confess his feelings for John. Another “meddling Mycroft” fic… I seriously love this trope.
  • Cigarettes and Shampoo by laura0506 (K+, ff) (783 w) - John and Sherlock get kicked out of a grocery store. Sherlock has a big mouth.
  • Cabbies by OldBesinaStuff (K, ff) (572 w) - Sherlock expounds and illuminates upon the subject of their current cabbies.
  • The Care and Keeping of Your Mad Genius by Janieshi (T, ff) (4K+ w.) - Lestrade and John tease Sherlock after the pool incident.
  • Just Admit It by LoyalNerdWP (K+, ff) (2K+) - Sherlock goes home for Christmas and is missing John. One of my faves, it’s more sweet than funny.
  • The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, Ao3) (9,020 w.) - Sherlock and John pretend they’re a couple “for a case”. They’re shocked to discover how much they know about each other. One of my faves.
  • Happy Birthday John by Starlight05 (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock goes shopping for a present for John. 
  • Not Rocket Science by Nitrospira (K+, ff) (2K+ w.) - The boys are handcuffed to a bed while investigating a double homicide on the International Space Station. It’s been awhile since I read this but I remember liking it :D
  • Out on da pull by I-O-U-a-picture (T, ff) (1K+w.) - John can never pull a date, especially with a flatmate like Sherlock.
  • I’m Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, Ao3) (7,672 w.) - This one is really ridiculously silly. Sherlock keeps injuring himself so John will fix him up. John catches on, and it changes shit.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb  (E, Ao3) (4,578 w.) - Sherlock sets out to make John happy. Happy happy happy.
  • Carry On by Mazarin221b (M, Ao3) (4,647 w.) - Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.
  • Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E, Ao3) (3,834 w.) - Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.
  • An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, Ao3) (31,059 w.) - Sherlock is a bat. No other explanation needed.
  • and yes I said yes I will Yes by Mithen (T, Ao3) (1,662 w.) - Sherlock has deduced that John is going to propose to him, and he’s ready to accept. If only John would actually get around to it…
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence  (NR, Ao3) (5,429 w.) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Detective and the Pin-Up by XistentialAngst (T, Ao3) (15,683 w.) - Sally Donovan discovers an old secret John Watson considered long buried - a ten-year old “Men of the Armed Forces” calendar, which has John as a very enticing pin-up for August. The image of John might just change the way everyone sees the unassuming sidekick, even Sherlock Holmes.
  • John’s Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, Ao3) (2,646 w.) - Sherlock snoops through John’s drawers and finds something… unexpected.
  • In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, Ao3) (1,835 w.) - John’s BAMFness and Sherlock’s damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.
  • Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, Ao3) (47,709 w.) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results. {{NOTE: Because I always forget: ‘The One With the Shampoo, Steph.’}}
  • Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, Ao3) (39,629 w.) - Christmas time. ‘Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there’s a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn’t have expected anything different.
  • You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, Ao3) (23,584 w.) - Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple.
  • You Can Imagine The Christmas Dinners by johnsarmylady (T, ff)(1K+ w.) - Set the morning after a Study in Pink, John sits and contemplates Mycroft’s words. John’s imagination sometimes goes a little wild.
  • Abhorring the Dull Routine of Existence by ardenteurophile (T, ff) (7K+ w.) - Or, a Week Spent on Artificial Stimulants. Sherlock overdoses on Red Bull, much to John’s dismay. Spin-off fic set before the events of “You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners”.
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, Ao3) (21,691 w.) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, Ao3) (5,308 w.) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please (this whole series is amazing, and I love it so much).
  • The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T, Ao3) (3,614) - In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics (this whole series is really great, I love it!)
  • Vaporized by Catslynw (K, ff) (1K+ w.) - This little number is set soon after A Study in Pink. John has just moved into 221b and is getting to know his flatmate, and his flatmate’s amazing abilities, a little better.
  • Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, ff) (2K+ w.) - In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?
  • The Video Footage by bitchinblackframedglasses (K, ff) (1K+ w.) - What exactly DID Lestrade film Sherlock doing in A Scandal in Belgravia? Sherlock wants to know, and John tells him. Fluff.
  • At Least Make It Interesting by amythedork (K, ff) (2K+ w.) - "You’ve reached Sherlock Holmes. For the love of God, if you’re going to leave a message, at least make it an interesting one. If this is Mycroft, then piss off.“ / A series of voicemails John left Sherlock throughout their time together. 
  • Manipulation by sixbynine (K, ff) (2+K w.) - John Watson is not as unobservant as Sherlock thinks, nor is he above using what he knows. Even if it is just to make sure Sherlock eats and sleeps.
  • Bored Games by SparksMayFly (K, ff) (3K+ w.) - Sherlock asks if he can take Reverend Green in for interrogation. John explains that’s not how the game works. 
  • Bored Games by patster223 (K+, ff) (2k+ w.) - Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.
  • Three Ways Sherlock Conformed to His Stereotype by Jennistar1 (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - "It’s a hat.” / Urge to roll eyes, quashed. “Yes. I can see that.” / “It’s called a deerstalker.”
  • Tipsy by katkin (K+, ff) (2K+ w.)  “I love everyone in this room,” he announced proudly.“I know you do, buddy,” John replied “Which is why you’re going to clean this carpet in the morning. Because you’re a good friend.” “I am a good friend!” Sherlock agreed.
  • Cards by Caighlee (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock has been without a case for a few days and Molly’s suggested experiment - something with a pig head (ew) - is losing it’s appeal. Can John come up with something that’ll distract Sherlock for a bit longer? And how did John pull off that card trick? Sherlock’ll never know because a magician never tells a secret. Except maybe when faced with a smiling Consulting Detective.
  • Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace (T, ff) (2K+) - In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game.
  • Surety by hudders (G, Ao3) (2,477 w.) - Sherlock is pissed because it seems that four pints of larger, two shots of tequila and a glass of wine has resulted in Lestrade becoming a little bit too friendly with everyone. And by everyone, Sherlock really means John.
  • Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles (E, Ao3) (10,655 w.) - John and Sherlock tag along for the Met’s weekly night out, where the evening’s chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.
  • Cabin Fever by A Wandering Minstrel (K+, ff) (6K+ w.) - A massive storm keeps John trapped in Baker Street with a half-blind (for science!), very bored Sherlock Holmes.
  • Spilt Milk by Erin Giles (K+, ff) (2K+ w.) - John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled leaving Sherlock to play the role of Doctor.
  • God Save The Queen by Alice Day (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock has a new case. John is petrified. The Queen is amused.
  • Tidying Up by mattsloved1 (K+, ff) (951w.) – John comes home to a thoroughly cleaned flat. Or so it seems.

Feel free to add your own ficlets and self promos!! I love all the funny fics!

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Anon Requested: Lily starts falling for an insecure, yet charming crippled james, and naturally when his injury is miraculously recovered, girls throw themselves at him. (Healer!Lily/Auror!James AU)

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“You have to let me see him.”

The desperate plea that came from the intruder’s lips was wrought with emotion as he pushed past a startled Lily Evans to the bed where a badly wounded man sat awaiting the Healer visit—Lily’s visit. Instead of assessing what had brought the man into the rehabilitation ward in the first place, Lily was assessing the boy who had come charging into the room like the patient was on his deathbed.

The bloke (not the injured one) flew into the hospital ward only moments before Lily, taking out two guards and a door with the flick of his wand. He wore a leather traveling cloak and his wand was tucked in the black bun stop his head. The boy was handsome with black hair, grey eyes, and perfect cheekbones. His pale skin was akin to the models she saw in Witch Weekly but his expression was less sensual and more roguish.

The boy stared down at the man in bed, exasperated, “Your owl left out the part where Alice Longbottom buzzed your hair off, you look ridiculous.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your writing! Even the fics in fandoms or about pairings that I'm not usually into! It just makes me want to go and write and try to reach your standard :) I was wondering, would you ever do maybe an FMA/HP crossover ? Or FMA/YOI crossover ?? Or a crossover in general? They're pretty hard to do I think. But you'd ace it, because I'm sure if you did, it would be the best darn crossover and I'd love you

thank you that’s so sweet to say!!!!

okay so here’s the thing: i don’t LOVE crossovers usually, it takes a certain something to get me invested, and i one hundred percent don’t have a full fic in me. but –

edward elric, the cleverest wizard of his age. edward elric, who is just as extraordinary in this as he is everything else. he’s a hufflepuff, of course he is, you’d think he’d be a ravenclaw except literally the only thing more important to him than knowledge is loyalty and fairness  and what’s right. so.

he’s quiet and even surrounded by people he seems alone and there’s more than one slytherin vying for his attention, desperate to claim some of that shining talent for their own. but he rebukes them all, has no patience for stupidity or being used or political games. he’s the son of a muggle and a long absent wizard, and his brother – his brother is a squib.

edward hates hogwarts, hates the time he’s forced to spend away from his family. he has a single friend, winry, a fast talking ravenclaw, and she’s the only one who can pull genuine smiles from him.

his house doesn’t dislike him, but they know he likes to be left alone and they respect that. he gets them more points with perfect spells and perfect essays than any other student, so they like him and he’s never mean or rude, just quiet, so they all have a general sense of goodwill towards him but aren’t really friends. except alex armstrong who bursts into tears whenever he seems him, because armstrong is the hufflepuff quidditch captain and ed refuses to be the team’s seeker, or anything at all, even though anyone who’s seen him on a broom knows he’s just as capable and talented at it as anything else.

and lets talk about ed’s talent. ed who midway through first year got bored and started doing spells wordlessly. then wandlessly. who spends every waking moment in the library studying who the hell knows what because it’s certainly not classwork. he does all his spells without a wand or word now, no one has seen him even touch a wand since his second year. and it’s fear and awe that mark him too, because even dumbledore keeps track of his wand, uses it if he doesn’t have to, but ed doesn’t bother. he got straight Os in all his owls and he never pays attention in class but can answer any question or perform any spell asked of him so it’s not like the teachers can do anything with that.

then there’s slytherin seventh year roy okay, and his merry band of people – slytherin maes, gryffindor riza, gryffindor havoc, falman and fuery in raveclaw, breda in hufflepuff. and he’s fascinated by ed, they all are, who wouldn’t be? roy’s the quidditch captain for the slytherin team and hast to listen to armstrong cry at least once a week about ed’s wasted potential.

then the triwizard tournament happens. whole schools are submitted, and the best is chosen from each. everyone expects it to be roy – handsome, popular, powerful, with a special studies in fire spells.

roy knows better. he doesn’t say anything but he’s not surprised at all when edward elric’s name pops out of the goblet. the hufflepuffs are going crazy, and roy makes sure to cheer just as loudly with them.

the other two champions are rose, a quiet girl with a friendly smile, and ling, a not-quiet boy who already spends all his free time attempting to irritate ed into being friends with him, and this isn’t going to help at all.

so the first task happens. the dragons. ling uses a freezing spell to slow the beast down and gets a broken arm and a gash down his side for his trouble, but gets the egg. rose conjured a flock of birds to distract it and went for an egg, but the dragon used a puff of fire to kill the birds and burn half of rose’s body in a singe breath. but she gets the egg.

then it’s ed’s turn. he stands there, staring. does nothing. he takes a step forward. waits. takes another. waits. takes another, and the dragon rears up against him, so he takes a step back. she quiets back down, and he waits, and takes another step forward. that’s what he does. for hours. people have literally fallen asleep in their seats by the time ed has worked his way to the dragon’s nest, being watched carefully but not attacked, being trusted, and picks up the golden egg. the dragon’s nostrils flare and ed holds it up for her inspection, and she realize it’s not her egg at all, and settles back down, and ed backs up and away.

and that’s how ed gets the dragon egg with not a single bit of a magic and without a scratch on him.

roy wonders why ed is even bothering to compete, because he doesn’t seem that invested in it. the other champions are seen studying and practicing, are found with their professors colluding and working. ed continues on as if nothing has happened.

then the second task takes place. ed shows up late but he shows up furious, and roy wonders who it was that they took, because he can see winry sitting anxiously in the stands below him. ed reaches into his sleeve and takes out his wand and roy goes rigid in his seat and maes lets out a curse besides him. ed hasn’t used his wand in four years, hasn’t needed to, and if he’s using it now –

he says a spell they can’t hear and makes large encompassing swish – and then the entire great lake is lifted into the air.

the lakebed is dry and edward suspends the massive ball of water and merpeople and giant squid likes it’s nothing, is holding aloft something bigger than the hogwarts castle, and ed uses his other hand to point and direct, is doing two spells simultaneously, and roy didn’t even know that was possible. a hole opens up in the lake and a mer-person drops out, screaming. then another. then another. the screams are so high and so awful that roy is certain he’s going to have nightmares about it.

“give him back,” he says, voice clear and rippling with banked fury. “give him back

and a merperson swims to the edge, holding out a sleeping boy that looks remarkable like edward. ed lets the lake drop back to earth with a thunderous wave that soaks the judges. the boy comes gasping awake, still suspended in the air, and ed levitates him gently to the ground. the other champions are still in the lake.  the boy clings to ed, wet and shivering, and ed presses a kiss to his forehead and glares at the judges table. they give him a perfect score, shaken by what they’d seen as much as the students, and they march away.

later, roy and company worm their way into a conversation in the library, where ed sits with his brother going through a book in a language roy doesn’t recognize. “so,” he says awkwardly, now with two sets of scarily intelligent eyes fastened on him, “that was an impressive spell.”

ed snorts and rolls his eyes. “spells,” he scoffs, “great big waste of time if you ask me. wave a stick and say some words and you too can do the same damn spell as thousands before you. pathetic.”

“oh,” maes says, taken aback and wide eyed, “that’s uh,” he looks to alphonse, grimaces, and goes, “okay.”

“he’s not saying that because I’m a squib,” al says, “he’s just a nerd who like things that can be quantified and explained. magic isn’t really his thing.”

roy stares. the most powerful wizard he’s ever seen, and magic isn’t his thing.

“fuck flamel,” he snarls, “if he didn’t insist i get my newts before taking me on as an apprentice – he didn’t make you wait to begin learning!”

“but i cant do magic,” al says reasonably, “besides, i’m learning from his daughter now. we’ll learn from him together when you graduate.”

ed wrinkles his nose, “better hogwarts than izumi. i guess.”

“nicholas flamel?” falman breaks in, “you want to learn alchemy?”

“we want to master alchemy,” ed corrects, “the basics are easy enough, but flamel made a philospher’s stone. do you have any idea the level of mastery that takes?”

“we don’t really want to live forever,” al frowns, “but it is the ultimate test. we won’t rest until we make one.”

they all stare. “alphonse,” havoc says hesitantly, “are you – can you –“

he blinks, “of course. i may not be able to do it without circles like brother and flamel, but i’m not inept. that’s why i’m learning from izumi – she’s a squib and has to use circles too.”

“circles,” maes repeats, completely lost, “what?”

al sighs and takes out a piece of chalk, “like this,” and sketches out an array on the table. he grabs a notebook and puts it in the center, and with a crackle of energy its transformed into a bouquet of live flowers.

“nice trick of pulling water from the air,” ed says.

they’re all flabbergasted. “transfiguration?” maes asks.

“yeah sure,” ed rolls his eyes, “the same way cutting out a snowflake from a piece of paper is like origami.”

they keep staring. ed stares back. it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

ed doesn’t win the tournament because he lets ling win for reason he refuses to explain, will only say that it was more important to him.

roy pesters and irritates ed until he agrees to teach him alchemy, and even grudgingly says roy has a knack for it. so he sets it up that when al and ed are studying with flamel roy is studying with his daughter, and he goes to ed and al whenever he gets confused because they’re at least less scary than izumi.

ed and al create the philosopher’s stone, and promptly destroy it. roy becomes a master of fire alchemy. they all live happily ever after.

anonymous asked:

heeey! sorry to bother you. do you have any recs for fics where harry has a crush on draco? I'm in your fic recs tag (ur the best btw) and i've run across some pining draco recs, and i thought you might know some cute pining-harry (when is he not pining tho? he's so obsessed, but you know what i mean haha!!)

One pining Harry coming right up!

To Be Where I’m Going (In the Sunshine of Your Love) by @theboywholivcd (19k)
“He imagined Draco’s smile, all gums and slightly crooked teeth, his hair slicked back with Pacific water, and he knew: He’d travel as long as he’d need to if it meant he’d see that face. If it meant that Draco would hear the message he’d been carrying for so long. Maybe he didn’t have to travel the road alone anymore.“
Draco and Harry go on a road trip together. It’s about the journey, not the destination.


Azoth by Zeitgeistic (88k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

A Piercing Comfort by talithan (44k)
When Harry Potter hits the lowest point of his life so far, it is not his friends who keep him honest. With Draco Malfoy’s patience and guidance, Harry learns to stand on his own. The thing is, after the fact—he’s no longer sure he wants to.

Three Boxes and a Scrapbook by dracogotgame (30k)  
One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along.

The Gentlewizard Club by @sophiefrench77 (28k)
Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (9k)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan. 

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (149k) 
Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic (32k)
Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

Time to Eternity by calrissian18 (16k)
Malfoy has wings.

A Convenient Impracticality by firethesound (38k)
Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (35k)
When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

For Love of a Family by icicle33 (30k)
A series of attacks by a group of neo-Death Eaters causes the Ministry to implement a new set of restrictions on former Death Eaters and their children. When Scorpius falls ill, Draco decides that he will do anything to save his son, even if it means marrying Harry Potter.

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (49k)
Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”

Left My Heart by Emmagrant01 (85k)
Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him. [Sequel Surrender the Grey]

The Vanishing Department by @dictacontrion (47k)
The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect. [Follow up Leather Bound History]

LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21k)
It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. 

let me see you stripped (down to the bone) by traintracks (24k)
“So,” Malfoy said. “Are you in? Or are you out?” He turned and looked at Harry squarely.
Harry remembered the slow way Malfoy had slid his hand down his own stomach, into his pants – the outline of his long fingers gripping and stroking his own cock. The way his head had fallen back, exposing his pale throat.
How he had owned them all.
He took a deep breath. “I’m in,” he said.

No Other Superstar by lettered (21k)
Draco is sort of fucked up. Harry is sort of fucked up and really really famous. Together they fight crime! Not in this fic, though. In this fic they have sex.

Like a Real Family by Queenie_Mab (10k)
Harry thought he had all he wanted in life, raising Teddy and being the parent he’s always wanted to be, until he experiences what life with a partner could be like. Now if only Draco wasn’t straight.

Twelve Months by dysonrules (14k)
Hermione buys Harry a journal and he ends up using it to record his DEEP THOUGHTS. Not surprisingly, those tend to mostly involve Draco Malfoy.

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by Lauren3210 (32k)
Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he’s going to work to get it.

The Kaleidoscope Charm, or 50 Shades of Rainbow Magic by Omi_Ohmy (26k)
Getting Draco Malfoy as a boss was not the worst thing that happened to Harry; getting a crush on him was.

Systemic Morality by zeitgeistic (34k) 
One screw-up changes everything. Harry really should learn to lock the door before having sex with Draco when his godson’s around. A tale of hot, steamy, flowing love—for Padma Patil and Theodore Nott. A tale of colossal screw-ups and slow, flangsty (sexy) resolutions for Harry and Draco.

And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree by lauren3210 (7k)
Draco works in a coffee shop. Harry drops by every day to get his fix. Of coffee, Ron.

The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care by digthewriter (9k)
Harry Potter is the proud owner of The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care and his favourite student is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius’s dad might be okay, too.

Reading Malfoy by Femme (15k) 
After thirteen years of hiding himself away in Muggle London, Draco Malfoy shows up again in the wizarding world–with a wickedly amusing memoir in hand. Harry doesn’t want to read it. Really. He doesn’t.

Humbug (A Christmas Tale) by Snegurochka (29k)
Draco has been taking his casual relationship with Harry for granted. Visits from four key ghosts the night before Christmas just might shake up his priorities in life.

So Worth The Yearning For… by digthewriter (7k)
After months (years, really) of pining, Harry accidentally asks Malfoy out on a date.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (27k)
Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

The Holy Tree is Growing There by lotus_lizzy (18k)
The winsome, winsome elder tree Beneath whose shade I sit reclin’d;- It holds a witch within its bark, A lovely witch who haunts the dark, And fills with love my mind. ~George Burrow

He’s got fire for a heart, and I’m scared of burning by Samcgrath (11k)
Harry returns to England to help solve a particularly tricky case but nobody bothered to mention that he’d be working with Malfoy, who seems just as happy about it as Harry. In his absence, the wizarding world has changed in ways Harry’s having some trouble adjusting to while Malfoy struts around in his elegant robes and effortlessly charms everyone he lays eyes on. Months of grappling with his own feelings, trying to understand Draco’s, pining day in and day out - it can get a little tiring especially when Draco Malfoy is as infuriating as ever.

The Art of Seduction by playout (2k)
Harry and Draco are Auror partners assigned to go undercover at a muggle gay bar frequented by drug-dealing wizards.
Everyone knows Draco’s gay, but that Harry has been nursing a crush on the pompous arse for years is not so well known.
What could possibly go wrong?


The Expert by FantasyFiend09 (11k)
Harry finally gets a good case, but the Aurors are going to need some outside help.

These Little Things (That Guide Me to You) by huldrejenta (4k)
Harry realises his true feelings for Malfoy just as Malfoy decides to go travelling to find himself. Sometimes love means letting someone go. Sometimes going away will show you where your true home is.

The Perils of Peach Picking by sonata_de_morte (2k)
Draco Malfoy was a terrible person. On top of being a terrible person, he was a sodding tease. On top of being a sodding tease, he was fucking gorgeous. Too gorgeous for his own fucking good, Harry Potter thought mutinously.

You Were Crushed (Just Like Me) by firethesound (4k)
Something finally comes of Harry’s embarrassing crush on Malfoy. (Well, two somethings. Someones. Whatever. Also all of Harry’s friends are terrible.)

Voices From The Fog by noeon (13k)
After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Hidden in the Depths by envy_venis (21k)
Sometimes we know exactly what we’re looking for, even if it isn’t quite clear how to reach it.

Take the Air by dysonrules (50k)
Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the worst, most anti-social, rude, and annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry. Or perhaps he is only that way around Harry…

He’s got fire for a heart, and I’m scared of burning by Samcgrath (110k)
Harry returns to England to help solve a particularly tricky case but nobody bothered to mention that he’d be working with Malfoy, who seems just as happy about it as Harry. In his absence, the wizarding world has changed in ways Harry’s having some trouble adjusting to while Malfoy struts around in his elegant robes and effortlessly charms everyone he lays eyes on. Months of grappling with his own feelings, trying to understand Draco’s, pining day in and day out - it can get a little tiring especially when Draco Malfoy is as infuriating as ever.

Also, if you have a copy Drop Dead Gorgeous by Maya is a very good Pining!Harry fic. :)

Taste | Draco Malfoy & Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Reader and Draco Malfoy are best friends. They’re just getting into puberty, and Draco wants to learn how to kiss well so he asks her for help.

Writing Prompt #151 by @ourwritingprompts

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

“This place reeks of body odor and desperation.”

Warnings: Use of (Y/L/N), which stands for “Your Last Name”. Also, this is based around the summer of year 3 - year 4 :)


The first time he saw her, he thought she was ugly. Annoying. An abomination to the Slytherin house. But then, as she kept crossing his path on a daily basis, he began to feel attracted to her and her mean spirit towards the Granger girl. Despite her pug-like appearance, Draco Malfoy began liking Pansy Parkinson.

He had come clean about his feelings towards the girl to a few of his friends, as well as he looked forward to spend more time with her, even if it was just to do Charms homework. But –what was next? Draco Malfoy had never had any feeling for anybody, let alone be with someone. So, as he watched the Eagle Owl leave through his window with a letter attached to its paw, he prayed for a fast reply from the only person that was capable of helping him.

Thankfully, the reply came in a short time, followed by the apparition of a familiar girl at the Malfoy Manor’s doorstep. As (Y/N) (Y/L/N) smirked at him behind the black doorway, he couldn’t have thanked Salazar Slytherin enough for his best friend.

“Where are your parents?” she asked as they climbed up the large marble staircase.

“Father’s not home, mother’s here –somewhere.” he answered simply.

“Oh,” she only said. Finally, they reached the black door that led to Draco’s room.

He opened it and entered the large bedroom, turning as he opened his arms in an inviting manner.

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

(Y/N) cocked an eyebrow “This place reeks of body odor and desperation.”

Draco grunted, his arms falling heavily on his sides “You’re not helping, (Y/N)”

“I’m joking.” she laughed as she raised her arms in surrender. Truth was, the bedroom was far away from being humble, and the scent it held was of a strong fragrance that (Y/N) had learned to adore.

Draco proceeded to slump down on his bed, followed by a grunt. The girl walked towards the mattress, and sat down on the other side.

“Seriously, Draco, is it too bad?”

“Well, yes!” he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly “I’ve haven’t even had my first kiss!”

“And you want me to teach you?” she quizzed, and scoffed as Draco nodded with pleading eyes “Draco, I’ve only kissed Blaise Zabini.”

“More than once,”

“Well… yeah.” (Y/N) admitted, blushing. Last year, she had had her first kiss with her fellow Slytherin classmate. She thought that would be it, but instead, one turned into two, two into three and then she realized she had lost count. She didn’t know where her relationship with Blaise stood now, but she was too busy trying to figure out how to help Draco –especially when his hormones were all over the place at age fourteen.

“Malfoy, please do keep in mind that Pansy has only kissed Terence Higgs –and she told me he was awful.”

Draco laughed “I know, but still, I want to be good when she kisses me.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but snort at the last bit. Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes, now getting annoyed at his best friend.

“So are you going to help me or not?”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/N) had suddenly grabbed both of his cheeks and pulled him in a kiss. Draco was caught off ward, but in a matter of seconds he closed his eyes and puckered up, feeling rather nervous as his heart thumped against his chest. He placed an awkward hand on (Y/N)’s thigh, but decided it was better if he placed them both on her waist. (Y/N) opened her mouth briefly, allowing both of their lips to now move in sync. She furrowed her eyebrows as she felt Draco’s bottom lip too close to her chin, so she took control and lifted his head slightly so his lips would be touching hers.

She couldn’t lie to herself; for a first kiss, Draco was doing pretty well. As Draco began to lean back, she leaned forward, until she caught on that Draco was done kissing her. She opened her eyes and saw his old, grey pupils staring at her with a small shimmer in them. (Y/N) was in trance as she stared back; something seemed to have clicked inside of her head when they kissed, her heart was racing and on her skin, several goose bumps had appeared. She only came back to her senses once Draco’s voice shattered the silence.

“So? How was it?”

“I think I’ll need a second taste.”

Good Girl CH 2: Drunken Child

I blink at him, trying my best to appear as drunk as I was before all of this happened, knowing my drunk self will handle this better. I become more careless, almost sociopathic, in my child like drunk state, only caring for very few things like Jihyo. I give him my best-drunken grin, not unnerved by the murder I just witnessed, more focused on making sure he doesn’t notice Jihyo.

“Hi,” I hiccup.

“That isn’t the reaction I was expecting.” He chuckles to himself as he stands and takes the few steps needed to reach me. He crouches down to my level, our faces only inches a part. “What are you doing out here little one?” He asks me in a surprisingly sweet voice, his hand stroking my cheek. I’m surprised when I don’t flinch away from his touch; instead my drunken self fully takes over.

In child like drunkenness I slur, “There was a scary loud noise and people scattered and I ran out here.”

“You mean this loud noise,” He pulls a gun out from behind him and fires it blindly in the air, prompting me to cover my ears that are already ringing.

“Hyung, what the hell?” A deep voice snaps. Kitty, a name that seems to fit the man with a mischievous smile perfectly, just glares at the voice but tucks the gun back in his pants.

“You better watch out little one, this is a dangerous place for a little kitten like you.” I giggle at his words as he uses my nickname for him. His brow rises at the sound of my laugh; his smile slowly shifts to something more warm and genuine, “What is so funny?”

“You’re kitty!” I say drunkly. From the way my instincts seem to shut down around him, regardless of the fact that I just watched him kill someone, I feel as if I can relax around him. I’m really hoping it’s not from the tequila.

“Me?” The man scoffs. I nod making him laugh, “Fine, but what am I supposed to call you?”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” The same deep voice asks, much closer this time. Another man appears, the tallest one, and looks from Kitty to me surprised.

“Give me a few more minutes Kris,” Kitty glares at the sharp featured man.

“Omo, you have friends! I’m so sorry!” I slur, bowing my head, “Please go a head, I’m sorry for taking your time!”

“What the hell is wrong with her?” The new man chuckles.

I glare at him, “Ya! Nothing is wrong with me, I’m just kind of drunk!”

Both men laugh, the new comer asks, “What was your poison tonight sweetheart?”

Grinning big I yell, “Tequila!”

“And how many shots did you have?”

I pause for minute, deep in drunken thought, trying my best to at least think of a guess, using all of my fingers, “This many!”

“You won’t remember a thing tomorrow hopefully, it would be a shame to kill a pretty thing like yourself.”

Kitty grins at me, “But just to be sure, we should bring her home with us.”

“Hyung, are you sure that’s a good idea?” The dragon, yea, that seems about right, asks.

For some reason it sounds like a good idea to me, which makes me suddenly yell, “I wanna go home with Kitty!” Kitty smirks at the younger man triumphantly.

“You have no idea what you are getting yourself into Sweetheart,” Dragon says with a sigh but also a small smile.

“I think it’s called a van,” I tease as Kitty offers me a hand. Both men can’t help but laugh at my drunken innocence. Kitty wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly, whether it’s to make sure I don’t fall or to make sure I don’t run away, I’m not sure but his warmth is very much accepted.

“What were you guys doing?” Another boy asks, this one obviously younger with his round owl like eyes. Him and the other boys, I’m far to gone to count, stare at me wide eyed as Kitty helps me into the van and pulls me into his lap while Dragon helps him secure the seat belt around us both using a strange amount of care that I wouldn’t expect from them.

“Omo!” I say gleefully as I stare at the cute boy. He is taken back as I try to reach for him, something that surprised me as well, but Kitty holds my hands securely in my lap making me pout.

“Calm down little one, you can’t go being friendly with everyone, it hurts your oppa’s feelings,” Kitty coos in my ear, a small action that makes every person in the van turn and stare at us.

“But Kitty oppa! I just want to pinch his cheeks,” I whine as I struggle in his grasp trying and failing against his strength.

“Why his? Are mine not cute enough for you?” The older man puffs out his already large cheeks as he releases my hands, giving me permission to do what I wish. Giggling like a school girl I place both of my hands on his cheeks that are still pink from the cold.

“What the hell is going on?” The person in the driver’s seat asks staring back at us. I take my hands away from Kitty’s face to stare at the classically handsome man then the other man in the passenger seat who faintly reminds me of a deer.

“We picked up a friend,” Kitty says simply, not taking his eyes off me.

“She saw but she is pretty drunk so we’re going to see if she remembers tomorrow,” Dragon explains the rest.

“But what’s with all of that?” The deer like man asks as he gestures to mine and Kitty’s careless touchiness. Even his voice sounds pretty. I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful man.

“So pretty,” I mumble. I’m surprised when he blushes and looks away.

“She isn’t afraid of you,” One from the back stated a little confused as he leans forward to study me, a dimple on one of his cheeks appears as he smirks at me. “Are you sure she saw?”

Kitty nods, “I looked over and she was right there just staring at me. But than she smiled at me as if nothing happened.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” The deer boy asks.

I feel both Kitty and Dragon stare at me with expectant smirks as I pout, “I already said I want to go with Kitty!”

If these boys weren’t surprised already they sure ass hell are now. Dragon and Kitty die laughing at my non threatening demand, but through his laugh Kitty is able to say, “You heard the lady, lets get going, someone else is probably as impatient as her.”

They nod, understanding whatever he is hinting at that goes right over my head. Kitty rests his hands on my thighs, palm side up, and holds my hands loosely. He keeps me entertained by playing that game where he tries to catch my hands in his. Dragon watches us, just as amused as me by the simple game, he even asks if he can play as long drive drags on. One of the others in the row of seats behind us asks if he can have a turn. He has tan skin and bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in years, giving him a scary appearance but when no red flags pop up in my head I smile and agree, thinking he reminds me of a panda.

When we arrive at our destination I’m surprised to see a massive mansion out the window. Kitty helps me out of the car and up the marble steps to the front door. Inside, he doesn’t hesitate to scoop me up and carry me up the grand staircase in the entryway. I don’t pay much attention to where we are going, only really paying attention when I’m placed on a king sized bed and Kitty stares down at me with his head cocked to the side.

“If I leave you alone will you be good and change?” Kitty asks.

I nod.

He nibbles on his lip for a minute before wandering to a walk in closet and coming back with a pair of shorts and an over sized T-shirt. He hands them to before giving me a warning look, “Behave little one, you have two minutes to change.” Again I nod; he leaves the room without another word. I peel off my top easier than I expected and soon my skirt followed, I fold them nicely and put them on the nightstand. I dig my phone out from my bra quickly type a message to Hoseok telling him where I left Jihyo, hoping she is okay but figuring her situation is better than mine at the moment. Not knowing what to do with my phone I turn it off and hide it in a secret pocket of my skirt. After pulling on Kitty’s clothes I sit back down on the bed, not sure how much time I have left.

“Are you dressed Sweetheart?” Dragon’s voice calls from the other side of the door.

“Yes Dragon oppa,” I say as I kick my feet that are hanging in the air. There’s a chuckle as the door opens reveling a dragon, a panda, and a kitty, all still dressed in their suits. Dragon smirks at me with his brow raised.

“Dragon?” He asks.

I nod, “And he is Panda oppa.”

“What makes you so sure I’m an oppa?” Panda asks as he comes to the edge of the bed.

“I’m 17, I’m still a junior in high school.”

“Wow, I guess I am an oppa. When is your birthday?”

“January 19th.”

“So we still have a while till you turn 18, what a shame,” Kitty smiles down at me.

“She has Sehun beat.” Panda chuckles.

“Aw Sweetheart, you’re still just a baby,” Dragon coos at me as he strokes my head.

Our conversation is cut short when one of the boys from the car, an elf like one, with a deep voice that contrasted with his cute features, comes in. He looks at all of us and gives me a small smile before looking to the boys he came to see.

In a serious tone he says, “Suho hyung needs your help down stairs.”

All three men frown, but Dragon speaks first, “All of us?”

Elf shakes his head, “Just Xiumin hyung, since this really is his field of expertise.”

“Can’t Kris do it? I’m busy,” Kitty, well actually Xiumin I guess, snaps back. I do my best to block out their names, knowing that remembering them won’t help me at all.

“Don’t worry Hyung, we will take good care of her,” Dragon grins.

Kitty glares up at the younger man, “You do anything bad to her I will bring you down to the dungeon.” The coldness in his voice sends a shiver down not just mine, but all of our spines. Dragon gulps and nods, fully understanding the older man’s threat. Kitty turns to me, the coldness gone from his eyes, “I’ll be back in a little bit, little one, be good. These two are going to stay with you till I come back, okay?”

I nod.

“You tell me if they do anything bad, I’ll make sure they get punished if they do,” He glances at the two men as he says the last few words.

Again I nod.

He smirks at me as he leans forward, his mouth close enough to my ear I feel his hot breathe, “If anyone here is going to do anything to you, it’s me.”

A blush spreads across my face making him grin big. He places a kiss on my forehead before stepping back to give one last glare to his youngers before following Elf out of the room. I look up at the two men who are now just staring back at me, both having a mental debate.

“Could I get a glass of water?” I ask shyly.

Dragon nods as he disappears into the attached bathroom. Panda seems to figure out whatever he was thinking about and comes to sit down next to me on the bed.

“What is your name?” He asks me.

“Jooyoung.”

“Who is Jooyoung?” Dragon asks as he comes back in the room with a tall glass of water in his hand. He gives it to me and watches as I drink ¼ of it right away.

“I’m Jooyoung.”

“What a pretty name, for a pretty girl,” An unfamiliar voice purrs from the doorway. The three of us look to see an attractive tan man with large lips smirking at me. Behind him is a paler man that is about the same height with a major bitch face going on.

“I’d scram if I were you, if Xiumin hyung finds you up here you’re going to be joining our guest in the dungeon,” Panda warns, scooting a little closer to me while Dragon sits on my other side. The tan man just laughs as he comes into the room, bitch face isn’t far behind, keeping his eyes on me. I stare at them, their faces seeming very familiar the more I stare at them.

“He’s busy at the moment, and it’s only fair we get to see who happens to have the privilege of being welcomed to our home. Not many girls have had the honor, even less have lived to tell the tale.” The man teases as he comes closer, only a yard away now. Through my fog I feel the alarms in my head go off at the man’s closeness. I latch on to Dragon’s arm as I try to hide behind him, wanting the tan man to go away. They are all surprised by my actions, but Dragon, Panda, and bitch face kind of smirk.

“Wow,” Bitch face whistles, “She watched Hyung kill someone, got in a car with strange men but Kai hyung’s creepy flirting is what scares her.”

“Is there a party going on in here?” More people appear in the doorway.

“I thought you were helping Suho and Xiumin?” Dragon asks as Elf comes in with three boys trailing behind hm.

Elf grimaces, “I was going to but Xiumin hyung got scary down there, he seems very determined to get back up here and fast as possible.” His eyes flash to me and he cocks his head cutely. “I believe that is because of that little cutie right there.”

I can’t help but stare at the tall elf, mesmerized by his cute features. To his left is a puppy like man and on the right is a dinosaur. Peeking out behind their wall is the owl boy from before. Forgetting about the tan man for a minute I hop off the bed and rush past the five men separating us. Once I reached him the surprised man I place both hands on his cheeks and coo.

“Omo! So cute!”

Laughter echoes through the room as all the men are on the floor dying of laughter, all except for the owl man who is just staring at me with those wide eyes. When he doesn’t push me away or anything I wrap my arms around and hug him tight, surprised to find his body muscular and not squishy like I was hoping.

I whine when I’m being pulled away by someone, looking over my shoulder I find Dragon with his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

“Why does she like him so much?” Panda pouts, “Why don’t you react like that when you see me?” He continues to whine when Dragon places me back on the bed in between them, keeping a firm hold on my waist so I can’t run again.

“At least she didn’t try to hide when she saw you,” Tan snaps back, actually kind of annoyed after see my happy reaction to Owl.

“You set off the alarms.” I explain.

“What alarms?”

I press my finger to my temple, “The alarms in my head, they go off when I see someone I should avoid.”

“What about for me?” Dragon asks, interest written all over his face. In fact everyone has seem to come closer to hear my response.

I shake my head, “Just him.”

“But you saw Hyung kill someone in cold blood, you’re alarm seems to be broken, you should be afraid of all of us.” Bitch face scoffs.

“I’m not really sober enough to explain this, but I’ll try my best. I think the way it works is that the alarm only goes off when I should be concerned for my own safety.” They all nod, somehow understanding me through my drunken slurs. The puppy looking boy comes forward with his head cocked to the side as he stares at me.

“You are an interesting little girl,” He smiles softly at me.

“I’m not that little.”

“You are a baby,” Dragon teases me.

“I’m older than what’s his face!” I snap back, earning a laugh Panda.

“Who’s what’s his face?” Puppy asks.

“Sehun,” Panda explains though his laughs.

Bitch face’s eyes go wide, “She’s older then me?”

“What about me?” Tan guy asks.

“You beat her by a few days.”

Tan guy grins again, “So you can call me oppa.”

I shake my head, “You still set off the alarms, try again later.”

“Wow, someone that can resist Kai’s charms, she’s a keeper.” Dino laughs, his voice reminds me of sweet honey.

“Why are all of you in here?” A dangerous voice calls from the doorway. The standing boys split like the red sea and Dragon and Panda are off the bed, away from me. Standing there is a very unhappy Kitty with the handsome man from before. Kitty is no longer wearing his suit; in fact he isn’t wearing a shirt at all, just his nice dress slacks. I catch sight of his nicely chiseled abs that sets my blood on fire making me blush and cover my eyes in embarrassment.

“Hyung,” Dragon says, “Put a shirt on, you’re making the poor thing blush.”

I hear Kitty grumble under his breath as he shuffles around, a minute passes before my hands are pulled away from my face and I open my eyes to come face to face with a smiling Kitty. I jump back surprised, but thankful he is wearing a t-shirt now.

“Sorry little one, I didn’t mean to scare you,” The older man coos as he affectionately strokes my head. He stands up and turns to our audience, I’m guessing his expression isn’t very friendly by the way the others take an obvious step back. “Now that I did my job can you all scram? I think she is ready to go to bed.” Without another word the group of boys scramble threw the door, Dragon being the last one out, closes it behind him, leaving Kitty and I by ourselves. He lets out a sigh as he turns back to me, a soft smile on his face. “As much as I would love to play with you right now, I’m actually exhausted so we can save that for later. But something you need to understand little one, you are not allowed to leave this room without me, got it? We don’t want you running off.”

I nod.

“Good girl.”

He flips off the lights and we’re in complete darkness. I feel concerned for my mental health when I don’t feel at all worried about the fact that I’m about to sleep next to some strange man that has made multiple passes at me and that I’ve seen kill a man in cold blood. But when he gets on the bed and pulls me into a tight hold I feel nothing but comfort and warmth.

partners [george weasley]

request:  15 & 32 for george weasley? ( not even sure if you write for him but dang, i think your writing is really good and i’m curious on how you’d write for other characters. thank you. 😉 x ) - @bookthrills

word count: ~2200 (i totally lied about the 1500 word limit omg HOW did i go 700 words over my budget)

a/n: so basically i’m a terrible human being and HAD to write this before ANYTHING ELSE. i have so many requests atm AND I LOVE YALL FOR IT IM JUST SO OVERWHELMED so sorry if there’s a delay in ur request im trying my best!!! also this took so long bc im a bad influence and partied after finals. it got bad. ANYWAY I LOVE U AND THANK U SO MUCH @bookthrills UR A GR8 WRITER go check out her blog she rocks my socks

15: “can i kiss you?”

32: do u like me? check yes or no

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I Hate Loving You

Request: “Hey there! Could you do a Newt x Reader where they are roommates and at first it’s kind of a love/hate thing but then they fall in love - though they don’t admit it. Then one night the reader brings home a date (because shes trying to move on because she thinks Newt won’t ever want her) and Newt gets jealous and scares him off. Then they finally admit their feelings? Thanks!! X”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1469

Warnings: implied smut


“Newt!” You called out, gripping an empty milk carton in hand. “Newt come here!”

You heard a tussle from the bathroom, and a couple mumbled curses, followed by the rapid slapping of bare feet on tiles.

“Newt, what have I told you abou-“ You paused, suddenly becoming flustered as the shirtless man emerged, his expression anxious. Your eyes lingered around his heaving torso, his toned abdominal muscles contorting gently with his breathing. You chanced a glance down at the towel wrapped around his lower half, your eyes widening in embarrassment as Newt smirked bashfully.

“You were saying?” He uttered gently.

“Just… try not to drink all the milk next time.” You spoke with your eyes cast downward, fingers awkwardly tapping on the marble bench top.

He chuckled, running a freckled hand through his wet locks.

“I’ll do so when you stop eating all of my caramel sweets.”

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Lost and Found Part 1

Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: pleaseee write more newt imagines! Your existing ones are amazing!

Summary: Reader accompanies Newt to New York and makes new friends along the way, while also getting caught in the middle of a dangerous mess.

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey everyone! Just thought I would drop in and say hi. Also, hope you enjoy this fic!!

I do not own anything!!!

The smell of the ocean and the chill of the breeze filled your senses as you took in the scenery before you. It was your first trip to America and you could barely contain your excitement as Lady Liberty herself came into view.

Huh, you thought, she’s smaller than I expected.

“Dougal,” you turned your head to find your best friend, Newt Scamander, whispering to his suitcase, “settle down now, please. It won’t be long.”

Smiling, you skipped your way over to Newt and made yourself comfortable next to him. Nudging him with your elbow, you leaned in and whispered,

“You know, Newt, it doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’m just a normal Muggle’ when you whisper to your suitcase like that.” Newt avoided looking at you, but you could see the blush creeping up on his cheeks, which caused your stomach to do flips, and watched as a small smile appeared.

“Well, you know how impatient Dougal can be when he doesn’t get to see you for too long, Y/N/N.”

“Of course, I would get upset if I couldn’t be able to see my favorite person for a long period of times either,” you joked and you could see the soft pink in his cheeks turn red.

Why is he so cute?

Before you could say anything else, there was an announcement that said you would be arriving at the dock soon. Motioning for Newt to stand up, the two of you walked towards the exit of the boat.

The two of you walked down the gangplank among a group of people headed to customs, Newt listened as you rambled on about how excited you were for this trip.

You and Newt were always close since your first day at Hogwarts. Newt was a year older than you, but when you saw a couple of fifth years picking on him, you couldn’t just sit by so you decided to hex them (which landed you in detention) and the two of you became instant friends. The two of you have always been protective over one another, you more so over him since you developed a crush after a while, but that was a different story.

When he was expelled from Hogwarts, Newt begged you to stay so that you could finish school after you tried to leave with him. Although you were reluctant about it, you finally agreed to stay. For the remainder of your school years, you sent an owl to Newt every day and spent both Christmas as well as half of the summer break with him and his family, who claimed you as their own since you didn’t have the best home life. When you had graduated from Hogwarts, Newt asked you to join him on his travels and you did not hesitate in saying yes.

It was Newt’s turn to get checked by the guard and you watched from behind the customs table as he shifted nervously on his feet,

“First trip to America?” You looked up as the customs official spoke up and looked back at Newt who simply smiled back,

“Yes.”

“Anything edible in there?”

“Um, no.”

“Any livestock?”

If only you knew, buddy.

As luck would have it, the latch on his suitcase that you bugged him numerous times to get fixed popped off and you froze behind him.

Dougal, you shook your head as you thought of the creature smiling smugly in the case. Newt closed the latch as he mumbled something about getting it fixed, causing you to roll your eyes.

Newt lifted his suitcase onto the table and flicked the Muggle Worthy switch, a feature you knew would come in handy. You held your breath as you silently prayed that the switch didn’t malfunction as he opened up the suitcase and sighed in relief when it showed nothing but Newt’s clothes.

Giving an unamused look to Newt, the official finally handed back his passport and suitcase,

“Welcome to New York.” Taking a breath of relief, you watched as Newt hastily gathered his items and walked past the customs official towards you.

“We really need to have a talk with Dougal and his lack of patience,” you whispered as you leaned into Newt, “he almost got us caught.”

Newt only smiled,

“He’s just excited, is all, with being in a new country and everything. Sound like anyone we know?” Rolling your eyes, you wrapped your arm through his as the two of you made your way out of the building.


Both you and Newt stared up in awe at the buildings as the two of you made your way down a street you failed to catch the name of. Newt did have a map to the location that you guys were headed, but when you were going to ask about it, the voice of a woman shouting caused you to turn your head.

A huge group of people were gathered around one woman in front of what looked like a bank, who was dressed differently than everyone else. Behind her was a banner with a strange symbol of two hands snapping a wand in half and you huffed in annoyance at the sight. Leaning towards Newt, you whispered,

“I take it they aren’t the biggest fans of wizards?” Newt didn’t reply, but instead watched the Muggle speak with a sort of interest, and made his way into the group to get a better glance at her when he suddenly bumped into another lady that was eating… well, you didn’t know what she was eating.

Newt mumbled an apology, but it was so quiet and the woman seemed to not have heard him as she glared at him. Groaning, you walked up to her and tapped her shoulder, noticing the way her collar was turned up and how she kept her face hidden by her hat.

“I’m so sorry; my friend here can sometimes get distracted,” you gave a tight lipped smile and the lady nodded.

“It’s okay. No harm done,” the woman said as she lifted her food to take a bite when suddenly a shorter man pushed his way between the two of you.

“Excuse me, dolls, just trying to get to the bank.” You watched the man continue pushing his way through the crowd and turned back towards the woman, shaking your head.

“Wow, I guess it’s just ‘push the lady eating…’ I’m sorry, but what is that?” You gestured towards her meal.

“Oh, this? It’s called a hot dog. I’m guessing they don’t have any in England?” Laughing, you shook your head,

“No, definitely not,” you extended your hand out, “my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

She smiled, and gripped your hand to shake,

“Tina Goldstein.”

Before you could say anything, you heard the voice of Newt and quickly turned your head to see him running quickly into the building. Confused, you turned back to Tina and quickly spoke,

“I’m sorry, but I, uh, need to go find my friend,” before she could respond, you pushed through the group and made your way up the stairs into the building.

The room was crowded with men and women that were dressed in fancier attire than yourself and you immediately began to search for Newt.

He shouldn’t be too hard to find, you thought to yourself while looking around the bank. As you moved through a line of people, you bumped into the guy from earlier, who was stuffing something inside of his coat pocket,

“I’m so sorry, I was just…” he trailed off and he suddenly seemed more nervous as he looked beyond you and you smiled.

“It’s no problem, sir. But have you seen my friend? He’s about this tall and has this distinct suit—“

You stopped mid-sentence as you saw a grey blob from the corner of your eye and saw the most frustrating, as well as sweetest creature, crawl between the legs of Muggles.

Niffler, that little bugger.

Finally, your eyes landed on a frustrated Newt as he searched hastily for the creature and you pursed your lips. Looking back towards the tense Muggle in front of you, you awkwardly smiled,

“Actually, never mind, I found him. Thank you, sir!” Pushing past the man, you walked up to Newt and tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. He quickly turned to you, his hair slightly messy, and gave an exasperated sigh,

“Oh, there you are Y/N! It seems that Niffler—“

The sound of coins falling catches both yours and Newt’s attention and you turned to find Newt making his way towards a bench and diving underneath it and reaching his hand underneath. Niffler popped out from the other side of the bench and you hopped over Newt’s legs in search of the creature. Barely catching sight of him, you watched as he sat at the bottom of a trolley that was being moved behind the bankers’ desks. Running back towards Newt, you grabbed him by his jacket and lifted him up.

“I found him; he’s on the other side of the desks.” Newt nodded and began to follow you. The two of you watched through the security gate as the Niffler, sitting on a pile of gold coins, gave you a smug look and stuffed his pouch with the coins.

Narrowing your eyes at the creature, you were about to pull out your wand to Disapparate onto the other side of the security gate when suddenly a familiar voice rang through your ears.

“Hey, Mr. English guy! Your egg is hatching!”

Before you could react, Newt was already pulling the man towards you and grabbed onto your hand to Disapparate into a stairwell. Looking at your surroundings, your eyes locked on to the moving egg in the Muggles hand. Not bothering to ask how he got it, you watched as an Occamy finally hatched and you smiled widely between the Muggle and Newt, whose wand was in between his lips.

Newt held his hand out so the Muggle could carefully place the Occamy onto it, and walked down the stairs. Instead of following Newt, you grabbed onto the Muggle’s arm to calm him as he began to talk to himself.

“I know it’s a lot to take in Mister, but you’ll have to come with us.” Not bothering to wait for a response, you dragged him down the stairs with you.

At the bottom of the steps was Newt placing the Occamy into his suitcase, mumbling something to the creatures inside. Shaking your head in amusement, your eyes locked onto the feet of the Niffler squeezing through the vault.

“Newt.”

“Don’t make me come down there.”

“Newt!” You said in a more annoyed tone that caught Newt’s attention, causing him to turn his head towards you. Nodding to the vault, you pulled your wand out and pointed it towards the vault, but not before turning to the Muggle standing next to you,

“Sorry, this is about to get weirder. Alohamora.” As the locks began to turn and the vault clicked open, you grabbed ahold of the Muggle and took a step forward.

“Oh, so you were gonna steal the money, Mr. Kowalski?” As the three of you turned around, an alarm began to go off.

“Why do Muggles always have to make things more difficult,” you mumbled to yourself in annoyance as you lifted your wand, “Petrificus Totalus!” The Muggle stiffened and began to fall to the ground as you placed your wand back into your coat pocket.

“Mr. Bingley!” You turned to look at the man next to you and he began to panic. Grabbing onto his arm again, you forced him to look at you,

“Hey, uh, Mr. Kowalski was it?” He nodded,

“Uh, Jacob. Y-you can call me Jacob.” Giving him a reassuring smile, you tightly squeezed his arm,

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you despite the circumstances. But I promise you, he will be fine. Now, my friend and I will get you out of here. All you have to do is trust us.”  Staring at you in disbelief, Jacob nodded slowly.

As you walked into the vault, your eyes fell to the large pile of coins, jewels, and other shiny artifacts that were falling out of the Niffler’s pouch. The creature looked at you, as if asking for your help and you shook your head.

“Nope. Don’t look at me like that. You got yourself into this mess and you got caught.”

Newt smiled in admiration as you continued to scold the creature and before he could put the creature back into the case, footsteps filled the room and the three of you turned to find several guards pointing guns at you all. Before the guards could take another step forward, Newt quickly stood and grabbed ahold of you and Jacob in order to Disapperate.

You found yourself on the side of the bank, the alarms still sounding and people making a commotion about what was happening. Newt bent down and opened his case so he could place the struggling Niffler inside.

“For the last time, you pilfering pest, keep your paws off what doesn’t belong to you!” Huffing in annoyance, you quickly turned back to Jacob and smiled,

“I am so sorry about all of this, Jacob but—“

“Wait,” Newt interrupted, “how do you know his name, Y/N?”

“Well… I might have asked him.” Newt sighed,

“Y/N, I know you mean well, but he is only going to forget who we are in a matter of seconds.”

“I know but, since he has already seen a lot, I figured we could be friends and he could help us get to—“

“Out of the question,” Newt said quickly and you crossed your arms as you began to pout.

Newt smirked at this and turned towards a confused Jacob,

“I’m so sorry about all of this, but you have seen too much so if you could please stand there and it will all be over quickly.” As Newt reached for his wand, Jacob quickly grabbed onto a suitcase and swung it at Newt’s face.

Newt fell to the ground and you ran to help him before turning to watch Jacob run into a huge crowd. Looking back at Newt, you stifled a laugh,

“Well now look what happened, maybe if you would have listened to me—“

“Not now, Y/N,” you helped Newt up, but turned as you heard a set of footsteps come towards you, only to recognize it as the lady from earlier.  Newt let go of your hand as he retrieved his suitcase, and began walking towards Tina. Following Newt, you waved at Tina,

“Hey! You’re Tina ri—“

Before you could finish your sentence, Tina grabbed hold of you and Newt and Disapparated you all from the bank.

I Love You

A/N: @baerrylll gave me my first prompt request and I hope it’s deemed well! It came easier to me than I thought. Y’all were quick with the requests which is MAGICAL. The other ones will be up shortly! It completely obliterated my indents so bare with that. This is unbeta’d (THANK YOU GRAMMARLY!!) 

Prompts #11 -His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do you?” and #27- You love her don’t you?” “Is it that obvious?”


   When Spencer called, two and a half weeks after meeting you, signs weren’t exactly pointing towards a date. Sure, you guys hit it off when you were introduced but then it was radio silence. You weren’t totally offended but it also wasn’t the best feeling. He was cute and sweet and the conversation was wholly different from anything else you’ve ever experienced.

   Maybe that was it? Maybe the conversation wasn’t fulfilling to him. You knew right off the bat that he was a force to be reckoned with, intellectually. He could have spent the entire group dinner talking about theories and psychologists but when you spoke? His eyes never left you.  Maybe it wasn’t the conversation.

   Maybe it was the job difference. Your best friend Rachel had mentioned something about her favorite cousin being a federal agent, FBI you later deduced, and you were not. You were a DSS and proud of it.  You weren’t out there chasing bad guys or investigating murders, but your work was hard and fulfilling. You couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

   When the first date turned into a second date, which turned quickly into a third and a fourth and half of a fifth (weather, man.), you came to the conclusion that this could be it. He could be it, The One. At least you had hoped. It took some work but you got along with his team and you knew better than to ask about case specifics. He, in turn, knew better than to ask about your residents. He understood HIPAA and the other laws that permitted you to discuss the finer details about your exact work life.

   Formal dates turned into casual get-togethers with his team, or your friends/ co-workers, or just the two of you. You both were at your happiest when sweats and movies were involved. Although, when he would read his favorite poetry to you it was pretty incredible. Likewise for when you would convince him to do some volunteer work at the local cat shelter. The way he looked at you, you just knew.

   The home you worked for prided itself on being someplace safe for not only it’s residents but also it’s co-workers, after all, everyone was family. So when it came time for a “family party” (monthly staff meeting that involved you getting your paycheck a few days early) it wasn’t a complete surprise when the conversation turned itself on you. Everyone was still arriving when Cassie, she was 7 months your work senior, sat next to you on the living room sofa with a mug of s’more flavored coffee. She looked a little tired but that’s what happened when you worked full-time, went to school, and had a 3-year-old.

   “Heard you had a date last night. What’s that make your total this month? 4?” She asked as she ran her hand through her short chocolate hair as she got comfortable.

   You faintly blushed and gave a soft smile. “Yeah. Something like that.”

   Melanie, Cassie’s best friend, and fellow 3rd-shifter sat on the sofa, putting Cassie in the middle. “Ooh. Do tell. Where did you guys go this time? Or did you stay in? Hmmm?”

   You giggled at your friend’s shenanigans. “No, we went out. His co-workers had told him about this hibachi and he wanted to try it out. So we did. It wasn’t planned. We just really wanted sushi and steak.”

   “Look at you guys going on random dates. Going somewhere just because. It’s like Y'all are married or something.” Cassie sipped from her drink.

   “Almost.” Melanie winked.

   The conversation died down, and the meeting started, but your mind had a hard time straying from what the girls had said, insinuated. You hadn’t even told him you loved him yet, but you couldn’t figure out why. What was stopping you?

   You made it home safely from the meeting and decided to settle in for a nap. You’d eventually realize why you had a hard time saying things to Spencer that would make him stay absolutely, make your relationship so concrete.

   The dream started like it always did; you were trying to travel somewhere far and you were running late for whatever mode of transportation was going to get you there. It changed, then. Taking the Megabus to the train station turned into taking an unidentifiable convoy to an unidentifiable place. Fear started to settle in you, and for good reason. All of a sudden you couldn’t recognize who was in the vehicle with you, or the passing outside. It was farmland but that quickly turned into a bridge being surrounded by water and that’s when it kicked in. That’s when your aquaphobia made itself known. You weren’t even touching the water and it had already begun to feel Ike the air was leaving your lungs.

   “Where are we going?” You managed to squeak out.

   No one responded. No one turned their heads to look at you. Lemmings, you thought.

   “Can anyone hear me?”

   Someone sitting behind the driver, a man, began to turn his head around. It moved so slowly, at some point you were concerned about how far he’d turn it. What was he, an owl?

   The two of you made eye contact but he didn’t blink, didn’t talk. It was almost like he wasn’t even breathing. But his eyes never left yours. They almost had a familiar feel to them, but eerie. The way he wasn’t blinking definitely wasn’t helping.  

   Then he stood up.

   The man turned so he was still within his seat space but his whole body was facing you, You couldn’t quite see his clothes or all the features on is face but you could make out the eyes and the emotion they held.

   No, They didn’t hold emotion. Nothing in him held emotion, of this you could tell. You could sense overwhelming dread as he made his way to the aisle of the bus you were still on, that was still going down the road. He was coming right for you but you couldn’t move, couldn’t get up, not that you had anywhere you could go anyway. He stopped right in front of your seat.

   You swallowed and tried to move towards the window but he grabbed your wrist and held it tight. Oh yeah, you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. It didn’t help that he had a tight grip, maybe even cutting off your circulation. You still couldn’t look away.

   His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at you. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

   You inhaled sharply and his grip somehow increased. But that’s when you saw it.

   This is it, you thought. This is where I leave Spencer, and I’ll never be able to see or talk or touch him again. No! He doesn’t even know I love him!

   “Let me go!” You yelled and squirmed, but his hand wouldn’t release you. “I have to tell Spencer! I won’t be like you! I need to tell him!”

   You took a sharp and haggard breath as you sat up. You were in your bed, under your own sheets. After grasping reality, you ran your hands over your face and counted backward from 10. Numbers helped, sometimes. Numbers and food.

   Your stomach growling led you to swing your legs over the side of the bed and out of the bedroom. Before you made it ten steps, you could hear his voice coming from the kitchen talking to someone else. When you didn’t hear anyone else, you deduced that Spencer was on the phone. You decided to eavesdrop, give your heart some more time to let up on the hammering.

   “I’m sure, Morgan.” A brief pause as you heard him clinking around in the cupboards.

   “Yeah, she was upstairs taking a nap when I got in. I figured a quick cup of coffee would suffice and a sticky note. I probably won’t even wake her.” Water running, most likely into the coffee pot to fill the filter.

   A shattering of glass was heard before you heard your boyfriend briefly swear. “And that was my favorite mug. Darn it.”

   “You breaking her things, man?” Derek’s voice could be heard, he must have put his phone on speaker to clean up the mess.

   “It was an accident. I loved this mug. The coffee never got cold, like magic.”

   “If you believed in magic. What’s the total damage, anyway? You basically live there. It could be considered your mug.”

   Spencer sighed. “Yeah that sounds good on paper, but it’s not my property. It’s hers. I like to respect it as I respect her.”

   “By dropping it on the linoleum?” The other man chuckled.

   “It was an accident. Besides…I’d never want to drop Leah or hurt her.” Then Spencer gave an almost whisper. “She’s everything to me.”

 “You really love her, don’t you?”

  “Is it that obvious?” A smack could be heard. “Don’t answer that. I know it is. I want it to be. I-I want…”

   “What, Reid? What do you want?”

   “I want- I want to be able to tell her that.”

   “You haven’t!? She doesn’t know? You mean to tell me that you’ve been seeing each other for almost half a year and you’re basically living in her house, and you haven’t even said ‘I love you’ yet!?”

   “Aw, Derek. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

   “SPENCER!”

   “I know I’m sorry! I-I just… I don’t… I…” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s unlikely but she hasn’t said it either so there’s always a chance that she doesn’t feel the same way. I don’t want the thought that all of this has been for nothing. If I say it and it’s not reciprocated then…then it’ll destroy me.”

   “Listen to me when I tell you that you have nothing to be worried about. Y/N loves you just as much as you love her. There’s nothing to fear there, man. Just say it.”

   Taking the matter into your own hands, you walk around the wall separating the hallway and the kitchen. You walk up to your unsuspecting boyfriend and grab his face, pushing your lips against his.

   “I love you, Spencer. Always.”

   He didn’t dare do anything besides blink and if your heart weren’t still hammering from the dream and everything that followed you would have giggled at his dumbfound expression.

   “Well, that’s my cue. Thank God.” Derek said his goodbyes and then hung up.

   Your eyes never left Spencer, and his eyes never left you.

   “I love you, too.” At that, he grabbed your waist and pulled your lips back on to his.

The Girl in the Log

I always hated visiting my grandpa’s old cabin. That might make me seem spoiled or ungrateful. What kid doesn’t enjoy seeing her grandpa? Especially considering he was the only grandparent I had ever known. Both of my mom’s parents were killed in a car accident before I was born, and my dad’s mom walked out on him when he was very young. He still doesn’t know where she is or if she’s even alive. So that only leaves my paternal grandfather. My parents desperately wanted me to have a good relationship with him. My dad insisted that, although Grandpa was stern and quiet, he really did love me. He just didn’t know how to express it. I figured that was probably true, but it didn’t change the fact that trips to his house were filled with idle hours watching television and reading while he worked during the day, followed by awkwardly silent dinners in the evenings. I rarely saw him, and he seldom spoke in any loving way. He just kept a wary eye on me, like he was waiting for me to break something of his or talk out of line.

Still, my parents insisted on sending me to spend a week with him every summer since I was ten- old enough to look after myself for the day. I had visited his isolated cabin in the woods several times before with my parents, but this would be the first time I stayed overnight by myself.

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Marauders Headcanon #11

Harry was born three days after a full moon.
Remus remembers it well- he was still undercover in a werewolf pack. He was hurting, worse than he ever had at Hogwarts. Being undercover and all, he couldn’t use any of the remedies that he had learned over the years, and there had been no Padfoot or Prongs or Wormtail to distract him. He remembered seeing the owl, perched on a nearby tree, a letter tied to it’s foot. He had panicked- something had to have been wrong, for one of the order to risk sending him a letter. He had taken it from the Owl and quickly shooed the little thing on it’s way, before sneaking away from the pack to read it. The message had contained 3 words, scrawled in Sirius’ unruly handwriting.
Prongslette is here.

Joy exploded in Remus’ chest. Lily had had her baby. James’ son. And they must be alright, because Sirius hadn’t mentioned anything being wrong. He grinned, folding the note up small and shoving it into his pocket, before turning to return to the pack.

Remus didn’t get to meet Harry until he was nearly a month old. When he finally returned to the outside world, it was nearing the full moon a second time. As soon as Remus apparated to Order headquarters, he was seized by a grinning Sirius who held out photos of a baby with dark hair and green eyes. Before Remus could so much as blink, Sirius was taking him to Godric’s Hollow with side-along apparation.
James opened the door. He looked exhausted and rumpled, but he looked happy. He pulled Remus into a bone-crushing hug and let them in. Remus nearly cried when they walked in and saw Lily, asleep on the couch, baby Harry sleeping on her chest. He was small and helpless and perfect.
James asked if he wanted to hold Harry. Remus looked so startled and frightened at the idea that James didn’t ask again.

Remus held Harry for the first time after that next full moon. Peter was on an order mission, and Remus refused to let James leave his brand-new son for him, so there was only Sirius that night. The next morning, Sirius apparated him to James and Lily’s, where James fussed over him as bad as Madame Pomfrey would have. Remus was propped up on the couch when Lily came over, a stern look on her face, and told him that he was going to hold her son. Before Remus could argue, she practically dropped Harry into his arms. Remus did cry, then, because Harry was so small. James, sitting in a chair across from the couch, laughed at him. (“Merlin, Moony, you’re crying more than Lily did, and she was pushing the kid out of h- Ow, Lily, that hurt!”)

Remus picked out Harry’s first sweater, a dark red one with a little gold lion on the front. Lily laughed at her little Gryffindor.(James reminded everyone that, “We’ll love Harry no matter what house he’s in, and- oh, who am I kidding? That kid’s gonna be captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, just like his father.”)
In fact, Remus helped Lily pick out a lot of Harry’s things- baby blankets, clothing, toys, books, pacifiers, shoes, you name it. Remus was the only one Lily trusted to go shopping for the baby and not come back with something utterly ridiculous. (He did anyways, but Lily couldn’t fault him because he looked so happy doing it.)

Moony was Harry’s fifth word. It sounded more like Moo-ie, but it still made Remus cry and Sirius indignant. (“He’s my godchild, he’s supposed to love me best!” “Get over yourself, Padfoot, honestly.”)
Harry’s favorite napping place was Remus. It wasn’t uncommon to find Harry in Remus’ arms, falling asleep as Remus read to him in a soothing, low voice. (Remus read him everything, from The Very Hungry Caterpillar to Robert Frost poetry.)
As Harry got a little older, he loved to run his hands over the scars on Remus’ face. (”Wow, Pads, isn’t that usually your jo- Lily! That hurts!”) Remus let him, even when they were aching, because somehow baby Harry could look at his scars and laugh, and Remus thought that maybe watching the baby would teach him how to do the same.
Despite Sirius being Harry’s godfather, Remus was the babysitter of choice. (Sirius usually came along, anyways.) He was more responsible than Sirius and more capable than Peter. The real reason, though, was because Lily and James knew that it was unlikely Remus would ever have kids of his own, and they wanted to give him everything they could of Harry.

The night James and Lily died, Remus was halfway across the country on Order business. He didn’t find out what had happened until after Sirius was in Azkaban, after Peter was dead, after Harry was gone to the Dursley’s.
Remus returned to the house in Godric’s Hollow the day he found out, because he had to see it for himself. The bodies had already been removed, but there were still devastating thing to be found. He found James’ wand, lying on the couch. He found one of Harry’s socks, abandoned on the living room floor. He found Lily’s favorite blanket, crumpled on the floor.  He found James’ broom, propped up by the back door like James was planning to go flying. He found the basket of books Remus had read to Harry upended in the nursery. He found Harry’s crib, empty and cold. He found that little red sweater Remus had bought him nearly a year ago, abandoned on the changing table. A few of it’s threads were loose. Remus stared at that sweater for a long, long time.
The next day, he went by number 4 Privet drive. A woman holding a fat, screaming baby with a long, skinny neck opened the door. Remus introduced himself as a friend of Lily and James’, and asked if he could see Harry. The woman slammed the door in his face. Remus tried again the next day, and the next. On the third day, a thick man with a large mustache opened the door and told him that if he didn’t stop calling, he would call the police. Remus would have kept going back, but Dumbledore told him to leave Harry be. Remus was devastated, but he couldn’t disobey Dumbledore.

Remus met Harry again on the train. That awful, awful train ride. Remus had woken to the cold chill of the dementors, the memory of James and Lily’s death playing at the edge of his mind. He had cast the patronus spell, looked around the compartment, and seen James crumpled on the floor. Remus had nearly lost it right then, seeing his dead friend lying on the floor. It took him far too long to realize that it wasn’t James. It was Harry. His Harry, his Prongslette, the child he loved like his own flesh and blood. He looked so much like James that it physically hurt. Remus had to leave the compartment, had to compose himself for a moment.
When he returned, he asked, “Are you alright, Harry?”
Harry didn’t ask how Remus knew his name. Remus wished he had.

He really, really wished he had.

best friends

This one’s for the anon who prompted me with Stiles and Derek as five year olds. All together now: awwww! 

It’s been a long time since John Stilinski woke up to the sight of Stiles streaking naked around the living room. Although, if he’s honest with himself, it hasn’t been that long. It’s Stiles, after all. But it’s been a long time since Stiles was running around naked and he only came up to John’s waist.

“Stiles?” John asks, jaw dropping. His eighteen-year-old son doesn’t look a day over five.

“Daddy!” Stiles dives into his lap, bare knees squeaking against the worn leather of the chair.

He’s so damn little.

John runs his hands down his cold back, and stares helplessly over his shoulder at Scott, who suddenly appears in the doorway.

“Um,” Scott says. “So there were these witches…”

***

It’s really dark. Derek isn’t scared of the dark, because he’s an alpha and he’s not scared of anything. He has claws and red eyes, and he’s the scariest thing in the dark! He’s much scarier than the bogeyman. He prowls back and forth on the cold floor for a little while, making practice growls and pretending to fight bad guys, but then he finishes doing that and it’s still dark, and now he’s hungry too, and there’s nothing in his refrigerator except some eggs and some powder stuff in a tin that tastes really gross.

Derek’s tummy growls, and he stands on his tiptoes to see if there’s anything in the cabinets. Then, because he’s still not tall enough, he gets a stool and clambers up on that instead. There’s some stuff in the cabinets, but Derek’s not super great at reading yet, and he doesn’t recognize any of these labels. None of them are peanut butter, that’s for sure. Maybe alphas don’t eat peanut butter. Maybe grownups don’t. Derek isn’t really sure of the rules.

He wishes his mom was here.

Derek’s tummy hurts and it’s not just because he’s hungry. It’s because he knows that this is supposed to be where he lives except nothing here feels right. He wants Mom and Dad. He wants Laura. He wants to be sitting at the kitchen table, swinging his legs and watching eagerly while dinner gets made. This cold dark open space isn’t his home.

Where’s Mom?

He knows he should remember, but it’s really, really hard.

It’s like the longer he stands here in the dark, the harder it gets.

The smaller he feels.

“Mom?” he whispers in the dark. “Momma?”

Nobody answers him.

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