Hogwarts AU! While drawing this I realized I really need this in my life. If anyone knows/ has written a fanfic please tell me so I can read it!
I think that Roy would be a Slytherin and Riza would be a Hufflepuff, but I’d like to know more people’s opinions as well so feel free to rant about this with me I love talking about FMA and Harry Potter <333
-I’m a new face to blogging so be aware I’m like an old grandma on the internet but I hope you enjoy this thing I wrote. I’m actually happy with how it turned out…ish but you know, room for improvement!
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Summary: you were the one who gave Jughead Jones is famous hat
Word count: 1241
Warnings: no just my terrible writing!
10 years prior
You walked into RiverDale Elementary. Your black backpack on your back as you made your ways through the ever winding corridors. Finally, spotting your classroom door you pushed the stark yellow door open and waddled inside.
Your little 6 year old legs entered the child decorated classroom, messily drawn ladybugs and various other pictures decorated the walls. Your (Y/E/C) child eyes, scanned over every inch of the messy classroom that has seemingly become over crowded with people. Your eyes landed on a small boy with Raven hair, as soon as your eyes spotted him, your eyes lit up, like a kid in a candy store.
You bumbled on over to the lone boy sat in the corner of the room, unzipping your backpack and pulling out a blue decorated box.
“Hey, Juggie” you tapped his shoulder with your free hand, emotions slightly building up inside you.
“Oh hi (Y/N/N), what’s that?” The young boy asked as his eyes landed on the box, that you now cradled in your arms.
“It’s a present, for you!” You giggled, pushing your hands forward to allow the boy to collected from your grasp.
“It’s not my birthday, why have you gotten me a present?” Juggie asked so innocently.
“Well, we are moving and you are my best friend! The bestest in the world!! So I decided to get you a handmade presents. My mummy says it’s one of a kind!” You nodded as you moved your hands about crazily.
“You mean you are leaving me?” The boy asked, the now gloomy look painting his face.
“Yeah, I just came in to give you this” you smiled sadly, allowing jughead to stand to his feet and give you a big hug.
You knew you were going to miss this little boy. But hopefully one day in the future you will be reunited.
“Goodbye Juggie, i love you soo much” you smiled and kissed his cheek, before spinning on your heels and making your way over to the door, Turing around one last time to wave the boy a goodbye.
“Bye (Y/N) I’ll miss you” the boy whispered as the sad smile reappeared on his still developing face.
“Dad, I’m going for a walk” you called out as you slipped on your navy jacket, brushing your fingers through your (Y/H/C) hair and making your way to the front door.
“Okay, princess! Be home by 10!” Your father called out as you shut the door and walked of the porch and down the winding path. Starting your journey to pops.
The neon, diner sign lit your face in a dimly lit blue and you pushed open the door, hearing the all too familiar ding of the welcoming bell.
Your eyes scanned around the diner, taking in the familiar scene that was displayed in front of you. The neatly spaced booths littered the little, quaint diner. The now older Pops stood behind the counter like he use to when you were just a little girl, running around in burgundy converse and a little girly dress, oh how your style has changed.
“Hi, erm, can I have a milkshake please, strawberry if possible?” You asked as you approached the counter to be greeted with the one and only pops himself. The old chap just smiled at you, taking in your face as realisation hit him.
“Look how big you are now (Y/N)! I can’t believe you’re here, why did you come back?” Pop Tate asked as he just stared at you with a charmingly, wide grin.
“I know, I’m so happy you recognised me. And my dad wanted to move back since we lost our mum” you replied sadly, memories of your late mother coming back to you.
“Oh, I’m so sorry (Y/N), well it’s good to see you. Enjoy your milkshake” Pop said as he went of to serve another customer. You walked away from the bar and too a available booth, plopping down on one of the seats and tucking into the strawberry milkshake you had brought.
You were sat there for what felt like hours, scrolling through your phone and drawing the a piece of paper you slipped into your pocket back at your house when, you heard the ding of the bell that hung above the door and a group of teenagers walk in, chatting amongst themselves as the walked to the furthest booth in the diner.
You couldn’t help but over hear the conversation being said and noticing one of the teenage patrons that had just walked into the diner.
How could you forget him?!
“Hey, Jughead. Where did you get your hat from anyway?” A raven haired girl asked. The girl was very pretty and obviously was close to the group of teens and that you haven’t met before, obviously other than the brooding, angsty looking one.
You knew this was your queue to walk over there and introduce yourself, battering up the courage to walk straight over there.
“He got it from an old friend. Would like to think he still remembers” you stated as you walked towards the table, the group of teenagers just Turing around and looking at you.
“And who are you, damn girl!” The Raven haired girl spoke up again as the others just gawked at you.
“(Y/N/N)?” The one voice you had been dying to here spoke up. The raven haired boy looked up in shock as his eyes met yours
“Hi Juggie” you smiled as you pushed a strand of hair from in front of your hair. “It’s been awhile, glad to see you wearing the beanie” you gazed upon his head the beanie you gave him just 10 years ago.
“Yeah, it’s been a hell of a while” he gasped, or a manly grunt came out, obviously he was not impressed to see the likes of you Turing up.
“So, where my hug? Where the ’(Y/N/N) I’ve missed you so much, I’ve never stopped thinking about you! I’m so glad you’re here?!’ Mumbo jumbo that normally happens?” You sarcastically remarked.
“Sorry to interrupt but who are you?” A brown haired boy who was definitely ‘too gay to function’ spoke up.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) or (Y/N/N) for short. I lived here 10 years ago, Jug was my best mate in elementary” you spoke up confidently, waving to the rest of the teenagers. “And yous are?”
“I’m Kevin! This is Veronica, Archie, Betty and you obviously know Jughead Jones” the lad named Kevin replied.
“Well it’s nice to meet you all, Juggie here obviously hasn’t mentioned me” you laughed as you gained an eye roll from the dark haired boy.
“We need to talk” Jughead spoke up, hopping up from his place in the booth and ushering you outside. As soon as the door shut to the diner he sighed.
“I know what you are abo-” you were cut of by the boy giving you a massive hug, almost a bear hug.
“I’ve missed you so much (Y/N/N)” he said softly and he rubbed your back.
“I missed you too Forsythe” you laughed as you just continued to hug in the night sky that was above you. The flickering, neon diner sign that lit the two of your figures as the moon shined in the RiverDale sky.
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When Erik receives nudes in the middle of the night from an unknown number, he’s confused and mildly amused. He doesn’t expect it to turn into an actual conversation…with feelings.
As if that’s not baffling enough, his friend’s brother ends up crashing at his place, further complicating everything.
Comments: Amazing, incredibly sweet, wonderfully written fic, please kudo this to outer space. It’s in Erik’s pov, but you can see Charles pining - both of them pine like the idiots they usually are , and there are misunderstandings and texting sass and all that jazz of a good fluffy rom com. I have reread this at least three times
for @arhkamknights - you like star wars, and you like the batfamily, so here we go. :3
there’s roy harper as one of the best pilots in the resistance; adopted son of oliver queen.
oliver queen is now an advisor to bruce wayne, who commands the resistance.
there’s the resistance pilot jason todd, bruce wayne’s son, disappeared during combat several years ago, MIA and presumed deceased.
there’s a completely totally unrelated stormtrooper designated JY-2707 who can’t remember anything before a few years ago, but never thinks to question that until JY-2704 dies and a resistance pilot is taken into custody.
there’s talia al ghul, daughter of the leader of the first order; in charge of the interrogation of prisoners and reasonably strong in the force.
JY-2707 makes a decision, and learns that the pilot’s name is roy. he also learns that he likes roy’s name for him - jay - right before they crash.
there’s a scavenger called kori who knows she could leave jakku, but chooses not to, because her sister promised to come back for her.
kori makes a decision, and tries to get jay off of jakku, but they don’t have a lot of options for transportation, and they end up in the robin.
there’s tim drake and dick grayson, bruce wayne’s other sons, who were looking for their ship. they found it, but they also found two unexpected surprises on board in the form of jay and kori.
there’s talia’s son damian al ghul, who is responsible for hunting down the escaped prisoner roy harper - or he would be, if his cloaked ship hadn’t gotten stuck in the same tractor beam grayson and drake used to retrieve the robin. he’s currently being held against his will by the traitor JY-2707, timothy drake, richard grayson, and a good-for-nothing scavenger.
they find that jay knows an awful lot about the resistance’s aerial strategy and is a surprisingly good pilot, even though he worked sanitation and has never flown a ship. at least, as far as he can remember.
(and tim drake, who never interacted with jason todd but saw him from afar, begins to wonder whether “presumed dead” should really be in general wayne’s file on his missing son. and dick grayson, who was on a deep undercover mission for the years that jason was around, tentatively believes tim.)
dick spends a lot of time with damian. for information at first, trying to figure out what damian might know about the first order, but it becomes clear that while damian is a soldier, he’s also young. terrifyingly so. dick had assumed he was at least thirteen. damian’s nine.
dick grayson follows the example of his adopted father and claims damian as his own.
then there’s takodana and maz kanata, and while following kori damian picks up a metal cylinder that’s heavy for its size and sees something he didn’t expect to, that he didn’t really want to, and - he starts to wonder, because he used to wonder about the identity of his father. he used to, until he pushed it to the back of his mind in favor of the first order and being a perfect heir, but now he suspects that his father is part of the resistance and that’s….
it throws damian off-balance, and he runs and kori follows, and talia finds them both.
jay’s not fast enough. tim’s not fast enough. dick’s not fast enough. roy is fast enough for tim and dick and jay, but not for damian and kori.
roy guides them back to the resistance. bruce wayne’s not there, but oliver queen stares at jay for an awfully long time.
turns out kori’s an alien princess with incredible power, so… oops? they should probably get her back??
good thing that damian’s accessed some records that he probably shouldn’t have and determined that bruce wayne is his father. good thing that damian wasn’t immune to stockholm syndrome when he was on the robin. good thing that damian knows a lot more about the weapons of the first order than the resistance does.
good thing that damian decides to free kori and help dick, jay and tim destroy the starkiller base. never let it be said that dick grayson’s not convincing.
except when they return, they find bruce wayne waiting for them. and jay doesn’t believe anything he’s saying.
(he can’t. jay knows how his mind works, its limitations, and attacking the wall that hides his old memories is… not a good plan. it feels like madness lies behind that barrier. it feels like whatever happened to him is not something he wants to remember.)
(talia is good at what she does, especially when it comes to tampering with memories, and jay doesn’t want to fuck over his own sanity by remembering something terrible, thank you very much.)
but bruce insists, and jason yells that he’s wrong, he’s wrong, bruce needs to stay the fuck away from him -
they run again, jay and kori and roy. they call their ship outlaw.
roy tells them about a man named j'onn who knows minds like jay’s. roy tells them about a man named clark who wields incredible power like kori.
This is early but i couldn’t help myself ! I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this post because you may not be active much during this time. I wish you both the best and I hope things go your way starting now. I admire the both of you greatly !
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