caught in a net

Light Up the Ice - Chapter 1

Summary: Aelin Galathynius has never really been into sports. Yes, she likes to keep in shape, and she works out, but watching people run up and down a field, trying to keep a leather ball away from each other? It’s always seemed a bit childish to her, and decidedly NOT a way for a grown adult to make a living.

Rowan Whitethorn has recently been drafted by the Terresen Staghorns, one of best teams in the EHL (Erilean Hockey League). And since he moved to Terresen from Wendlyn, it’s been hard for him to get more than 30 seconds alone from someone demanding a picture with him. Getting drafted straight out of college wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but he’s not complaining. Until he accidentally meets a girl. More specifically, until he accidentally meets his neighbor. She seems to have no idea who he is and for some reason, that’s refreshing. But will she still want to be with him once he shows her the truth?

Author’s Note: Well, friends, here we are! My newest multi-chapter has begun! This is a spinoff of my one-shot Missed Dreams and Lost Sleep which, if you haven’t read, I suggest you read it before you dive into this one! You can find it HERE! I’ve been bouncing this idea off of @tacmc for about a month at this point and I am so excited to share it with you guys! Enjoy!

Originally posted by liddellmadness


Keeping his feet moving was the only thing that kept Rowan Whitethorn from falling asleep on the ice. He harshly tapped his stick on the ice, letting his teammate know he was open for a pass.  The puck glided across the ice to the other side, and he skated around the back of the net, changing his position to where he was supposed to be next.

He danced around the edge of goal, staying out of the way of the goalie and was ready, waiting. He didn’t see the stick of the defensemen in front of him, however, and his skate got tangled up in it.

He hit the ice, shoulder first, taking the other player’s stick with him and groaned. Before he could make a move to get back on his feet, he got hit in the chest with the puck. Hard.

Gasping and resting on his hands and knees, he heard the whistle blow.

“Whitethorn!” He looked up, finding Coach Brello skating through the neutral zone. “Where the hell is your head today?”

He made it back to his feet and winced as he rubbed at his chest through the thick pads. Ress retrieved his stick from the ice by his feet and clapped him on the shoulder.

Everyone knew Brello was fair, but he was harsh when it came to slacking off on the ice, whether that was at practice or during a game.

“Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, coach,” he said, standing to his full height of 6’4. “My building had a false fire alarm and we were all evacuated for most of the night. I’m here, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Let me make sure you can get some sleep tonight.” Almost as one, the entire team turned to glare at him. “Speed backchecks, let’s go! Line up!”

There were quiet grumbles as everyone skated to the other side. Rowan’s line sidled up beside him.

Lorcan, the Terrasen Staghorns’ captain, and Rowan’s left defenseman glared down at him. “Getting real sick of running drills thanks to assholes who can’t do their job at practice.”

Fenrys, his right winger, snorted from Rowan’s other side. “Says the one who caused us to run puck control drills for forty-five minutes last week because you bounced the Valg’s captain’s head off the ice.”

“He deserved it. He was playing dirty.” The sentence was more growl than it was words.

Gavriel, his right d-man, said under his breath, “If you don’t both shut up, coach will have us running a lot more than just backchecks.”

As the whistle blew and Lorcan and Gavriel took off towards the puck at the center of the ice, Fenrys nudged him. “You sure you didn’t finally get some last night?” There was a gleam in his dark eyes. “Didn’t finally sample some of the sweet things Terrasen has to offer?”

He turned away so the fastest forward in the EHL wouldn’t see the blush attempting to creep onto his already flushed face. “No, man, I wasn’t with anyone last night.”

Lie. It was an outright lie, but only because Fenrys was talking about spending some time in the bedroom. He didn’t say anything about the front lawn of his building or the diner down the road.

The whistle blew, alerting them that Lorcan netted the puck. He and Fenrys took off, having to go 2x2 until one of the pairs scored. They hadn’t lined up fairly, and Rowan planned to use that to his advantage. Two forwards against two d-men would typically be pretty evenly matched, but with Fenrys’ speed and Rowan’s puck handling, they would make quick work of their captain and alternate.

Fenrys beat him to the puck – unsurprisingly – and passed it to Rowan as he made to curve behind Gavriel. He chipped it with his stick, sending it around Gavriel, who expected it to skirt in front of his skates. Lorcan anticipated it though and had fallen back, ready for the forward to charge ahead. Fenrys wrapped behind the net and with expert skill, Rowan sent the puck to him and fell back. Lorcan had to decide, keep an eye on Rowan or keep Fenrys from netting the puck.

He chose wrong.

Turning to press Fenrys, the puck slid to Rowan’s waiting stick. Rearing back, with a crack that filled the empty arena, he sent the puck flying towards the goal. It caught in the netting and the goal horn blew.

“Looks like Mr. Whitethorn finally decided to show up for practice,” Brello hollered from the box where he and the assistant coach were manning the horn controls. He glanced at his watch. “Next line, reset the puck and go. They completed the full drill in less than 50 seconds. If you cross a minute, you’ll be running drive drills until my wife gets home from work.”

The entire team knew that Brello wasn’t married.

Skating over to the benches, the first line grabbed their bottles. Rather than drinking his, Rowan sprayed the water over his face and neck, shaking his silver hair out.

“Good misdirect, Rowan,” Gavriel, said, one leg swung over the wall separating the ice from the bench.

As he nodded his thanks, Lorcan said, “Use that against Red Desert tomorrow night and they’ll have no idea what direction you’re coming from.”

The rest of practice flew by. Rowan tried to keep his mind on the game, on practice, but his mind kept drifting back to last night. Back to the laughs that he’d shared with her; to the 24-hour diner she’d shown him down the street; to when he’d stood outside her door this morning and asked if he could call her and she’d said no, temporarily causing him to think back through the whole night. Had he been that far off on how she’d been looking at him? When she’d said he could just knock on her door and then shut said door in his face, a devilish smirk on those lips, he couldn’t do anything but stare. And then smiled as he headed to his own door down the hall.

Pulling his phone out of his bag, he saw it was just after 5:30. People with real world jobs would just be getting off work now, so maybe he could catch her just as she was getting home. Maybe they could grab dinner. As he sat down in the locker room to take off his skates, that plan went out the window.

“Kennedy brothers, Whitethorn, Bourne.” He glanced up to see Brello holding a clipboard. He suppressed a groan. “I want you clocking another 3 hours in the gym tonight. Do it here, do it at home. Hell, do it at Planet Fitness for all I care. But I want at least an hour of cardio, an hour of free weights and an hour of bands. The rest of you rest up. I’ll see you at 10:30 for pre-game ice time tomorrow.”

Knowing that Bourne lived in a fancy high-rise with a gym and the Kennedy boys had a gym at home, Rowan elected to use the facilities gym. It wasn’t often he could work out in solitude. His morning run was the closest he got, but only because he was up before the rest of the city was.

Since he’d been drafted by the Terrasen Staghorns, it had been nearly impossible for him to get more than 30 seconds alone before someone noticed him, but so was the life of a professional hockey player in the Erilean Hockey League.

Coming from Wendlyn, he knew nobody here, yet everyone seemed to know him. Luckily, a few of his teammates – specifically, his new line –  hailed from the same lands, and he’d gotten in tight with them. They were now a force to be reckoned with, a perfect line of offense and defense and it was almost as if they had one thought process running throughout them.

That’s one reason that the girl from last night had been stuck on his mind. She looked at him like he was just a normal person, not a professional athlete. He wasn’t sure if she was very good at ignoring the obvious or if she genuinely didn’t know who he was.

Stripping out of his pads and putting on an old shirt from his days at the University of Doranelle, he tied the laces on his shoes and made his way to the gym. Might as well get this over with if he had any hope of seeing her again tonight.


Pulling the door open to her coffee shop, Aelin attempted to fight off a yawn. The little bell tied to the knob jingled, alerting Lysandra that there was someone coming in.

“Goooooood morning, boss, slash best friend, slash person who I love more than anyone else on this planet.” The dark-haired vixen called from behind the counter.

“Hey,” came a male voice from beside the door; Aelin’s cousin, Aedion.

She pointed a wet rag from where she’d been wiping down the counters in his direction. “Hush up. You don’t make my schedule.”

Aelin looked from her cousin back to her best friend, yawned, and said, “Somebody is obviously about to ask for another day off.”

“Blame him!” Lysandra said, pointing to Aedion, who immediately set his cup down and held his hands up in the universal gesture for I didn’t do anything. “He got tickets to the hockey game tomorrow night and wants me to go with him.”

Aelin fought the urge to roll her eyes and headed behind the counter. Lysandra handed her a cup of black coffee and she walked towards her office, sipping the sweet nectar as she unlocked the door. “I just don’t understand why you’d want to pay to watch a bunch of grown men play a child’s game.”

Aedion had stood and followed her into the back office Aelin used as her base of operations. He dropped a few envelopes on her desk and Aelin immediately began to open them, yawning again. Bills, ads, and teenage resumes; the usual mail she received. “Children don’t beat the shit out of each other when they play,” he said. “These guys do. It’s awesome.”

“Ooh.” The sarcasm lacing Aelin’s tone as she threw the sales flyers in the trash was evident.

“Come on, Aes,” he said, sitting in the chair in front of her desk. “My boss gave them to me because he can’t go. I really think Lys would have fun. Please?”

Turquoise and gold eyes met across the desk. Looking at her cousin, his bottom lip jutted out like a petulant child, she rolled her eyes. “Of course, I’ll let her have the night off. I’ll just cover the barista shift tomorrow night. It’s not a big deal.”

Aedion jumped up and ran around the desk, planting a loud kiss on his cousin’s cheek. Aelin pushed him away as she fought off another yawn.

“Okay, that’s the fourth time you’ve yawned since you stepped foot in the door,” Lysandra said, leaning on the frame of the doorway separating the office from the front of the Staghorn Café. “What’s up?”

Aedion turned and looked her up and down. “You didn’t finally get laid, did you?”

“Ugh, Aedion,” Aelin groaned. “You’re practically my brother. You don’t get to ask things like that.”

“Yeah, Aedion,” Lysandra said, smacking him on the shoulder and plopping into the seat he had just vacated. “But I’m the best friend, so I do. Who’s the lucky guy?”

Letting her head fall into her hands, she said, “I did not finally get laid.” She put emphasis on finally since so were they. It had only been 3 months since she and Chaol decided they just didn’t work as a couple. They were actually great friends now, his current girlfriend working as Aelin’s baker, filling her shop with the delicious scents of freshly baked bread and pastries. She and Nesryn got along surprisingly well, considering the awkward way they knew each other.

“The fire alarm got pulled in the building at, like, three this morning. I had to sit on the front lawn until the sun rose and they cleared the building for us to go back in. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“So there wasn’t a guy involved?” Aedion asked, and the tips of Aelin’s ears involuntarily turned pink as she thought about him.

Lysandra squealed and shoved Aedion out the door. “Man the counter, babe.” She slammed the door in his face and sat back in front of the desk, her green eyes huge as she waited for Aelin to fill her in. A muffled “I don’t even work here!” could be heard through the door. Lysandra sat, waiting.

Aelin couldn’t stop the smile that broke across her face, causing Lysandra to squeal again. “It was him, wasn’t it? Your neighbor?”

“Rowan,” was all Aelin said, and Lysandra cried, “You got his name?!”

So Aelin gave her the quick recap of the night, from waking up to the alarm screeching to turning around and seeing Rowan in nothing but boxer-briefs, to watching the sunrise and grabbing breakfast from Emrys’ Diner down the block. By the time Aelin finished, she could tell Lysandra was already trying to decide what kind of dress she should wear as the maid-of-honor in their wedding. Her green eyes were wide and she asked, “What’s his last name?”

Aelin opened her mouth and then closed it. Somehow, she hadn’t gotten it last night. They’d mostly talked about trivial things; movies they liked, their favorite breakfast foods, the path Aelin normally took when she was running.

“I’m not sure,” Aelin said honestly.

“You have to find out! What if it’s like “Johnson” or “Peters” or,” she gasped. “Cox?”

Rolling her eyes, Aelin pointed towards the door. “Out. You can have tomorrow night off. Enjoy watching the man-children ‘beat the shit out of each other’,” she said, quoting Aedion.

Blowing a kiss across the desk, Lysandra jumped up and ran back out front.

Yawning, Aelin took another long drag of her coffee.

She was exhausted. She hadn’t gotten to run this morning or take a shower or even start her laundry from the night before. But it was worth it.

Glancing at the time on her computer, she saw it was 11:45 in the morning. She wouldn’t be home until nearly 10:00 that night. Hopefully, he wouldn’t stop by when she wasn’t home. Hopefully, if he did, he wouldn’t take her lack of answer as a lack of interest.

Hopefully, she’d be seeing him again tonight.


Tag List (people who told me they’d be interested, I’ll start a full tag list on Ch 2): @abigailmadeline, @tacmc , @bbyshadowbat , @tiny1hallie , @photofeesh , @queenoffantasy , @otaku-trash-sendhelp1000-7 , @yourejustassaneasiam3 , @eternally-reading , @queen-archeron .

Oh noes! The gang’s trapped inside a video game!

And because Warner Brothers had zero idea how game development works, the gang has to play through every level to reach the end.

To escape a level, all they have to do is touch the box of Scooby Snacks. Easy!

They get teleported into a Roman colosseum level,

–and… well, I’m not saying that their methods of winning are inefficient, but the gang manages to…

1. Have a chariot race,

2. Get Shaggy caught in a net,

3. Do some bullfighting with a lion,

4. Waste a bunch of time chitchatting while Shaggy’s life is in massive danger,

5. Hatch and execute a plan to lock away the lion,

6. Waste even more time chitchatting while all their lives are in massive danger,

7. Cause a giant dust storm,

8. Go pole vaulting,

9. Impersonate an emperor,

and 10. Nearly get cut in half…

…all because they weren’t willing to walk the 30 feet to go touch the Scooby Snacks that were available, unguarded, literally the entire time.

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Sea turtles trapped in fishing nets are released in this clip.

15 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,299

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as mental health deterioration & grief, smut, injury recovery, violence, death, blood & gore and dead bodies

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin

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you know i love coffee shop aus and the like but can we just consider:

  • merperson caught in a fisher’s net au
  • rival dragon riders au
  • bumped into each other while watching a street magic performance au
  • got drunk and broke into a dragon guarded tower together au
  • stole a sacred artifact from a witch and now i have to hunt you down au
  • well, you try talking some sense into the bridge troll au
  • pegasus joy riding au
  • werewolf gladiators au
  • we’re both cleaning up the ocean because our friends/parents are making us merperson au
  • your kiss broke a sirens spell au
  • my folks are making you steal a griffin feather to prove your love but that’s not stopping me from going with you au
  • i just fell in love with my magic mirror au
  • kidnapped by a band of magical golden hearted thieves au
  • first pet dragon au

ridiculous fluff fantasy aus okay don’t hold back go for gold

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Then, a distant ELECTRONIC SQUEAL – instantly she’s up, helmet too big, she rips it off. Hears ANOTHER BEEPING SQUEAL. She hurries to her QUARTERSTAFF and runs off. Rey climbs a dune. RISE WITH HER, revealing BB-8, caught in a NET but fighting back, being held by a TEEDO (a small, brutish desert tyrant), who rides a LUGGABEAST. The teedo YELLS at BB-8, who BEEPS madly, struggling to free himself. Rey watches this injustice for a beat, finally YELLING OUT REY:  Tal'ama parqual! The Teedo and BB-8 STOP, GO SILENT, turn to her. REY: Parqual zatana!

Touch Me, Touch You | 01 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


BTS; Yoongi/Suga (Ft. J-Hope/Hoseok)

Genre: Smut | PWP

Word count: 1.7k

Description: Yoongi gets a surprise when he thought he had the apartment all to himself.

Anonymous requested: Voyeurism with Yoongi was supposed to be a drabble but turned into this…

Warnings: Spanking, masturbation

A/N: I…. have no words to explain myself here… This is the first part to Yoongi’s birthday scenario so…. There will be a concluding part posted on his bday ^^ Do I dare tag @ellieljade because she coaxed me to post this tbh…. 

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anonymous asked:

Mermaid AU's for OTP's?

  • Character A has always had an intense fear of the ocean. They grew up hearing stories of creatures that lured humans in and drowned them. Character B has always been fearful of the land. They were taught to be cautious of the humans, or risk being captured. One day, Character B gets caught in a net and calls out, drawing in Character A. They both must work through their distrust to get Character B free.
  • “I’ve lived in this lake since I was born, and I’m not going to let a bunch of landwalkers come take it over for the summer, even if you seem nice enough and- wow… really cute” AU
  • Character A is the only heir to the throne and is being pressured into finding royal suitor. Thing is, Character A doesn’t want to get married. So, to spite their parents, Character A seeks out the royal mermaid that frequents the shore. Their parents never said rhe suitor had to be human.
  • “Mermaids’ tails change color when they blush, but you don’t know that’s why it’s happening and so you keep stroking it in fascination, and so it keeps changing colors. I don’t know if I want you to stop or not” AU
  • It was rumored that a siren could only be drawn in by another siren if they were destined by fate to be together. Character A is a siren that traded their tail for legs years ago, but then hears a beautiful voice from the ocean, telling them to go back.
  • “You have to stay quiet, because the people of my village are on a hunt for you, but they have no idea that I’m hiding you in my bathtub. Thank god I live alone” AU
  • Character A comes from a long line of merfolk that can transform into humans, but they have to turn back about once a month, or else they get incredibly sick. Character A was busy with school and work and forgot about visiting the lake until they collapsed and woke in the hospital. Now they have to somehow convince the nurse to either let then go or take them to the lake.
  • “I sing when I’m bored and one day, you showed up. Now you think I’m going to try to drown you, but I’m actually just feeling really lonely, wanna hang out?” AU
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I woke, cold and alone, Adrift in an open sea. Caught up in regrets And tangled in nets, Instead of your arms wrapped around me. And I wept, but my tears are anathema here, Just more water to fill my lungs. I hear someone scream “God what is it we have done?”

Another song inspired piece; this image hit me when I heard the song yet again. “Digital Sea” already provided me with so many different ideas over the years, but this time it fits especially well! this image of Genji floating in a digital sea, broken apart n not yet at his mental peace that he reached thanks to Zenyatta. This is Genji right after he was safed and put back together as a Cyborg and he’s still all confused and desperate and angsty and angry about it~

Grab yourself a print version of this in my Etsy shop :)

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite shark facts?

*screeches with glee* Alright nonnie, you have asked me the best question EVER!

Apologies for taking two days to reply to this, life was a bit hectic

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Super Awesome Shark Facts

ONE

Sharks showed up 400 million years ago in the Devonian 358.9–298.9 aka “The Age of Fish” between the geological Silurian (443.8–419.2 million years ago) and the Carboniferous Periods (358.9–298.9 million years ago). By the time of the Carboniferous, we had amphibians and other small vertebrate creatures capable of crawling about on land. It’s during the Carboniferous Period that the continent of Pangaea first began to form (let that sink in for a second, the sharks were about before Pangaea even began to look like a continent, that’s how long these creatures have been about jfc). 

TWO

To date they’ve survived FIVE massive planet extinction events… ya know, those things that KILL PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING ON THE PLANET?? YEAH, THEM. We know of one that happened pretty recently in geological history; 65 million years ago when the dinosaurs went bye-bye. How fucking badass is that, Jesus Christ!

THREE

There’s currently over 500 types of Shark in the ocean at present (though not for long if people don’t stop KILLING THEM! CAN YOU NOT?!??). The most famous, of course, is the Great White (Carcharodon carcharias) and the Hammerhead (family: Sphyrnidae). For all that there’s a variety of Species, there are, of course, similarities in form and shape including cartilaginous skeletons (they’re literally made of the same stuff as the ridge of your nose is), enhanced electro-static senses (on their nose which is cute but also reason why if you boop them on the nose they ‘nope’ it out of the place; consider it not too dissimilar to bashing your funny bone and deciding to avoid that damned door in the future, same sort of logic tbh).

FOUR

You can pet a Shark on the nose. This isn’t really a fact so much as an interesting aside that I think is cute and adorable as shit so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[The still looks scary but honestly, he’s just giving the Tiger Shark a snack lol]

[I believe these are Lemon Sharks, which are fucking cute and I would cuddle one of them to the end of my life (I don’t have self-preservation instincts tho soooo)]

FIVE

You have a higher chance of dying from being attacked by hornets, wasps, bees, dogs and even a fucking coconut (if you live in Asia) than you do of being killed by a Shark. How’s that for some mad stats?

SIX

As I’ve said, Sharks have survived FIVE massive planet extinction events but, currently, 20-30% of Sharks are close to extinction because of us, humans. Commercial fishing means Sharks get caught on hooks and nets; homeopathic remedies that require parts of Sharks for them to ‘work’; and Shark Fin Soup all contribute to the decline of these amazing creatures that have lived on this planet longer than even our most distant ancestor has.

SEVEN

Thanks to the media and stupid ass people who think they know everything from a movie marathon of the Jaws series, people think all Sharks are man-eating monsters that want to murder anyone who dares go for a swim in the open water. Here’s the thing though, 97% of over 500 Shark species are HARMLESS to us. The ones that ARE harmful tends to be because we’re in THEIR space and fucking up THEIR shit (personally, I’d beat your ass too if you came near my home so IDK why anyone thinks Sharks are evil; they’re just animals).

EIGHT

The reason why so many Shark attacks happen in California and places like South Africa is simply because of the abundance of food for Sharks; Great Whites especially. Seals, Sea Lions, and Sea Otters are all on the menu for the Great White and us pesky ass humans keep getting in their way. It’s not their fault they mistake us for food. Honest mistake.

NINE

Connected to EIGHT. Most of the time, people die from a Shark BITE but the Shark doesn’t come back for a second time (usually) because, unlike pretty much every other species that’s evolved on this planet, Sharks don’t have the opportunity to test what something is before using their teeth on it. Humans bleed out horrendously fast, especially in water, so the cause of death for most Shark attacks is blood loss and shock, not actually being eaten by a Shark.

TEN

Whale Sharks are the largest Sharks on record out of all current, living Shark species. They can be over 13 metres in length and, while they look scary considering how humans usually don’t go past 2 metres (imagine seven people stood on top of each other and you’ve got an idea of how long a Whale Shark is), Whale Sharks are the most docile creatures ever. They’re quite similar to Whales (hence the name) that live on plankton, for example the Blue Whale, and are absolutely gorgeous.

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Hopefully these have been somewhat educational (while interspersed with my delightful attitude) and everyone can go on with their lives a little more aware and knowledgeable about Sharks.

Originally posted by amnhnyc

Stealing Sweaters (Part 7)

I am having a very nice day, Thank you ♡ I hope you are as well. These parts seem to be getting longer and longer…

If you’re new to the series, please start here!


“Ready?” Ginny murmured under her breath.

Luna nodded with a bright smile.

Ginny glanced over at Draco sitting in a chair nearby in the eighth year common room, reading a rather massive book held rather close to his face.  He was one of four people in the common room at the time. No one gave the two seventh years much notice, they tended to come around the eighth year dorms quite often.

Luna elbowed her gently with a don’t give it all away look. Ginny helped her set up the ladder they had found and propped it against the wall.

Floating up against the ceiling were a dozen or so brightly coloured christmas baubles. Both Ginny and Luna looked up at them. Ginny put her hands on her hips, doing her best to hide her impatience.

Luna put her arm through Ginny’s holding it loosely, “Do you think we should transfigure a net maybe?”

Ginny shrugged but started looking around for something handy to transfigure.

They both turned when they heard footsteps approaching from the dorms.

Ginny fought down her grin.

Luna smiled as she always did and waved, “Hullo, Harry.”

Harry waved back a little awkwardly, “Uh, Hermione said you needed help?”

Luna nodded and pointed up towards the ceiling, “I accidentally charmed my favourite baubles to float.”

They all craned their necks up to look at the peacefully drifting ornaments.

“Couldn’t you just fly up on a broom?” Harry asked.

“Surprisingly, brooms don’t work here.” Ginny sighed and added a little sarcastically, “Can’t imagine why the Headmistress wouldn’t want students flying around their common rooms.”

“And you can’t just levitate them down,” Harry added.

“Oh no,” Luna said with concern, “They’re very fragile.”

Ginny went over to the firebox and grabbed a piece of kindling, transfiguring it into a butterfly net as she walked back to them, “I was going to get them down myself but Luna said I couldn’t.” She thrust the net into Harry’s hands.

“You have a game tomorrow,” Luna said, “It’s better to be safe. Besides, Harry’s much better at being injured.”

“Thanks,” Harry said ruefully. He looked the ladder over with distrust. He asked Ginny, “You’ll hold the ladder?”

Ginny nodded. Still holding her wand thoughtfully, she cast a lighten weight charm over Harry, “Just in case. I’ll be able to catch you,” she grinned and winked

“My hero,” Harry muttered, carefully climbing the faintly squeaking ladder until he was near the top of the high ceiling. He held on with one hand, his jaw clenched, as he stretched the net out and very carefully caught a bauble and pulled it down to himself. He removed the floating charm and took a few steps down to hand Luna a bauble. He repeated this eight more times, looking a little annoyed at he gave Luna the tenth one.

“Why did you charm these to float in the first place, Luna?” Harry asked.

Luna carefully took the blue glass orb and put it away in a fancy wooden box, “I wanted to make them dance,” she said matter-of-factly.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Right, of course.” he huffed a sigh and climbed up for the eleventh, scooped it up and swung the net down to let Luna pull it out herself, while he leaned against the top rung.

“Thank you for helping, Harry,” Luna said, holding the green bauble between two hands.

Harry shrugged, lifting the net up to catch the last one. It had drifted the furthest and in order to get the net close enough he had to lean out and off to the side, holding onto the very bottom of the net’s long pole.

There was the tinkling sound of something glass falling onto the floor.

“Oh-!” Luna reached after the green ornament even as it quickly rolled out of reach.

“I’ve got it,” Ginny said, and let go of the ladder.

Without Ginny to hold the ladder in place, it immediately began to tilt. Harry jerked back trying to grab on to the top rung with both hands, his sudden weight shift made the ladder bounce off the wall filling the air with the sound of creaking wood scraping across stone.

“Watch out!” Ginny yelled.

And there was- if Harry had been of a mind to look for it- a slight push, that sent the ladder plummeting over too fast to be caught by a levitation spell.

Draco who had been reading, was now standing, his book thrown to the side, his wand falling from his hand as he reached up, grabbing hold of Harry as he fell towards him. Even with a lightening spell, they both ended up on the floor with the wind knocked out of them. The ladder bounced off Harry’s back and slid to the floor with a clatter.

Harry groaned, pushing himself up into a sitting position with careful stiff movements.

Draco stared fixedly at the ceiling, a little frown and a faint flush on his face, “At your leisure, Potter.”

Ginny and Luna glanced at each other, sharing a look of relief that everything had worked out.

Harry nodded as he shoved the ladder over and got off Draco, kneeling beside him and rubbing his forehead as he offered Draco a hand to help him sit up.

Draco hesitated and then took Harry’s hand with a sigh, “Did you hit your head?”

Harry shook his head, “I’m fine,” he was looking Draco over, “Are you okay?”

“Other than being squashed by an oaf, yes,” Draco said.

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Draco huffed and looked around, retrieving his book from where he had dropped it.

“You caught me,” Harry said softly.

The tops of Draco’s cheeks pinked, “So? Was I supposed to let you knock yourself unconscious?” he said it dismissively, turning away and pushing himself to his feet.

“Thank you,” Harry said just as quietly, looking slightly stunned.

Draco spared him a single nervous glance before sitting back in his chair and opening his book in front of his face so his expression was hidden, “You should get some bruise cream from Pomfrey.”

“I- yeah,” Harry said pushing himself to his feet and making his way toward the common room door. He paused to ask Ginny, “Do you still need help or-?”

Ginny furrowed her brow, dropping down and then jumping up into the air to grab hold of the bottom of the net, still floating half off the ground. She pulled it down and took the purple bauble out, “Nope, we’ve got it. Sorry about letting go of the ladder.”

Luna pulled herself out from under a couch with the green ornament, “You were wonderful Harry! You fell so gracefully, like a wounded duck.”

“Yeah, sure,” Harry said, wincing slightly as he pulled open the common room door and made his way out into the hall.

Luna tilted her head to one side, curling a strand of blond hair around her finger, “Do you suppose Harry was hurt worse than he said?”

Ginny looked over at Luna’s expression, reading it only as she could, before adding a bit loudly, “Hard to say. You know Harry, he never complains.”

There was a muffled swear behind them and then Draco pushed past looking furiously annoyed as he followed Harry outside.

Ginny grinned and cast a patronus. No sooner had it disappeared down the dorm hallway than Ron and Hermione came running out.

“How’d it go?” Ron asked.

“Did it work?” Hermione said at nearly the same time.

“I think it went very well,” Luna said airily.

Ginny nodded and told them everything that happened.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a worried look.

“Is Harry hurt?” Hermione asked.

“Nah,” Ginny said with a flip of her hand, “bruised a bit, sure, but that’s it. I cast a lighten weight charm on him, he practically bounced.”

“And Draco will look after him,” Luna said.

“It was adorable really,” a voice said sarcastically from behind them.

The group turned to where Blaise, Pansy and Theo were all sitting on one of the longer couches.

Pansy frowned and kicked Blaise lightly on the ankle, “It was cute.”

“Yes, Pansy,” Blaise said dryly, “You know what I mean.”

“Just tell them,” Theo said distractedly, his quill skittering across a foot of parchment that was nearly filled with his sharp small handwriting.

“We were wondering if you’d consider a different sort of tactic,” Pansy said.

Blaise smirked faintly, “A more Slytherin sort of plan.”

“A whot-?” Ron said.

Hermione said carefully, “What are you talking about?”

Pansy rolled her eyes dramatically, “Getting Draco together with your Boy wonder, of course.”

“It’s terribly obvious what you’re doing,” Blaise said.

Theo hummed in agreement, “Not subtle at all.”

“The Hufflepuffs have probably figured it out by now,” Pansy said.

“And…” Hermione quirked an eyebrow with a lopsided smile, “you want to help?”

“We want to see Draco happy too,” Pansy said, a little affronted.

Theo carefully wiped his quill off, picked up the parchment and held it out to them, “And we your need assistance to pull it off.”


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We Are Young: Chapter 4

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Hometown pride was just as big as school pride when it came to hockey games in Rifthold.

The stadium was packed with the people. The bleachers on both sides of the ice were full, and Aelin was sure the whole town showed up to watch the first game on the season.

And what a game it was.

Second period was coming to an end, and both the Rifthold Royals and Skull Bay Pirates had yet to score a goal. Dorian was definitely living up to his nickname this game. But the Pirates’ goalie seemed to be just as good.

The tension in the arena was thick. Everyone was waiting for someone to score that first goal. And it only grew thicker every time the puck got close to a net.

But though the scoring was lacking, the fights and penalties definitely weren’t.

If Aelin didn’t know any better, she’d think the only reason Fenrys, Aedion, and Lorcan were on the team in the first place was to pick fights. They spent more time throwing punches and sitting in the penalty box than they did actually playing the game.

“If he wanted to throw punches all day long,” Lysandra watched with narrowed eyes as the referee broke up another fight between Aedion and one of the Pirates players. “He should have just joined wrestling.”

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Drarry Mermaid AU where Draco is out fishing and his net gets all caught up in something. When he’s finally able to pull it up its not full of fish but a man.

A very handsome man with tan skin and messy hair who looks disoriented and confused as he tries to untangle himself.

But Draco jumps out of his small fishing boat into the shallow water reaching out to help untangle the net, and the man looks up at him and Draco feels like he’s drowning, not in the depths of the deep blue sea but in this mans impossibly green eyes.

And when they’re all done Draco keeps talking and talking but the other man never says a word just watches him until Draco is gesturing towards land, trying to get this man who is now shivering and cold to come home with him.

And when they’re back at Draco’s small cabin by the sea Draco offers him what comfort he does have; a warm meal and a soft bed. And that night Draco falls asleep in a chair by the fire watching him sleep.

And when he wakes up the bed is empty, the blanket pulled up tightly across the bed and so many beautiful pieces of green sea glass left on the white pillow. It takes him a moment to realize they were left to spell out a name - Harry.

For months Draco dreams of green eyes and a soft voice, of diving into the sea and never returning. He feels the sea calling to him like never before. Sometimes he even swears he catches a glimpse of a green tail splashing in the sea.

He spends weeks searching, fingering a piece of the sea glass he now wears around his neck. Until one day, when Draco is caught out in a storm and his boat begins to sink. And as he slips beneath the torrent of waves crashing around him the last thing he thinks before he slips into unconsciousness is that he never found him. His Harry.

Later, though Draco will never be sure how much later, he wakes up in his own bed, the fire crackling and the smell of soup in the air. And Draco sits up quickly, his breath catching in his throat when he sees the man, his sea man, his Harry, sitting beside his bed.

“I couldn’t find you,” Draco whispers.

But Harry only smiles, reaching out to take his hand. “But I found you.”

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.11]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language

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“Jungkook it’s eight in the morning,” you groaned, rolling over and clamping your pillow around your head.

You heard Jungkook sigh- muffled by the pillow blocking your ears- and he placed gently on your shoulder.

“I promise you it’ll be worth it. Trust me, okay,” he said, his hand trailing down your back and tracing circles on it.

You sighed, rolling over to face Jungkook. Jungkook smiled down at you before helping himself into your bed and pulling you close to him. He ran a hand through your hair, you face nuzzling into his neck. You could say like this forever. Jungkook spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Be ready in an hour.”

He kissed your head lightly before slipping out of you bed, sending you a wink before he disappeared through the doorway.

You groaned again, rolling your eyes when you heard Jungkook laugh. Still, you found yourself rolling out of your bed, the cold air of your room hitting you rather unpleasantly. You shivered slightly as you slipped out of your pajamas and into suitable clothes. You weren’t entirely sure what Jungkook had in mind, but knowing that he enjoyed being active, you figured wearing anything other than a dress or a skirt would be fine.

You shuffled towards the bathroom, quickly washing your face and fixing your hair before you went downstairs to the kitchen where Jungkook and Jimin were sitting around the island eating and talking with their mouths full of food. You sighed, sitting down beside Jungkook and stealing a bite of his food.

“What do you have planned today?” you asked Jungkook.

Jungkook simply shot Jimin a look, annoying you further. Great. Everybody but you knew what was going on.

“Hey, don’t look so down. I promise you it’ll be fun. You’re not the only one who doesn’t know what we’re doing,” Jimin said, typing something on his phone.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

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