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Elegance's Eloquence
By Organization for Transformative Works

Author: lomonaaeren | Word Count: 7,622 | Rating: M

Summary: Draco Malfoy is in charge of getting Harry Potter ready to appear in public, per the Minister’s say-so. He might also be in charge of rather more than that, but Harry is unsure about this.

Review: Something about me really, really likes the idea of Draco being Harrys stylist :D

Content/Warnings: Romance, Fluff

The Life of Mrs. Hemmings - Luke One Shot PART 5

Requested: yep and thanks for those who did :D

Content Warning: swear words and stuff

Word Count: 1398 bitches

Author: Emi :3

Notes: this is posted on queue so i might not be here to see how well the ending turns out. yeah. this is the ending so…..ALSO for the previous part, i wrote the dream job part as vague as possible because you know, not everyone has the same dream job. i wanted to make it as relatable as possible so…uhmm, this is the ending and i wrote it so…..yeah. let us know what you think of it though. alright? cool. now go read! :D

You wake up and you’re Luke’s wife (PART 5) *Ending*

(PART 1)  

(PART 2)

(PART 3)

(PART 4)

“Maui was beautiful, right?” That was Ashton’s voice.

Michael laughed out loud and said, “Yeah like he had time to look at the sceneries. It was his honeymoon, Ashton. They were probably inside the whole time. Honeymooning.”

“Shut up, Michael. The kids are right there!” Calum said.

“I know. That’s why I said ‘honeymooning’. And not the ‘f’ word.”

“What’s honeymoon, daddy?” Ashton’s little girl, who was named Cass, asked.

“Urgh. Now look what you did, you fucking dumbass.”

“ASHTON!”

They sound like they’re having fun.

Alright. Deep breaths. Deep. Deep breaths.

Okay. So what you’re gonna do if get the fuck out of the kitchen and face your guests. Stop running away and be confident. This is your house. You got this, Y/N. Come on. They’re just people dammit.

“Anyone want any snacks?” you asked, popping in on the living room.

“I want juice.” Ashton’s little girl said. She was almost 5 and playing on the carpet with Theo.

“You go get the kids something to eat, Y/N. We’ll be right with you.” Luke told you.

“Okay.” you said, picking up Theo and holding the little girl’s hand while making your way back to the kitchen. Ok. Now get some snacks.

“Alright. You want cookies, Cass?” you asked her as she sat down on the stool with Theo on his high chair.

She smiled so bright and told you. “Yes, please. Aunt Y/N.” Oh she’s precious. Just like Ashton. You’ve always knew he was gonna have a pretty little girl. You wondered who her mother is. Who did Ashton end up with?

“And what about you, tiny human bean?” you asked Theo. He bobbed his head up and down and giggled. Ahh yes. The perfect offspring of Luke Hemmings strikes again. “Alright. Cookies, it is then.”

After giving them snacks, you went back with the kids to the living room and actually sat down with Luke and his band. You didn’t talk that much actually. You merely listened to their conversation and occasionally kept an eye out for the children. They were such great friends. You imagined what they would be like growing up. Granted Cass was a bit older than Theo.

Throughout their conversation, you learned that Ashton and Luke were the only ones married. Michael has a live in girlfriend and Calum is still a party guy. But he’s looking for a woman of his own. You can tell.

And they seem to be doing awesome in their music careers. Albums and songs on the top charts. Concerts and touring was still in their normal lives. 5 Seconds of Summer still going strong after all these years.

Which reminded you of something.

It was already night and the boys and Cass have long gone home. It was just you and Luke and Theo. Who you just got to sleep. He was still needing assistance sleeping and since you didn’t know what you usually do to get him to sleep, you read him a book. Which magically work.

Now, you’re standing and staring at the bed trying to think if this was still a dream or not. You’ve pinched yourself about 67 times since that day on your honeymoon. Which was just 3 days ago. And all you saw so far was the perfection of a life you have ever dreamed of. Absolutely no sign of your sad pathetic college life.

You were actually married to Luke Hemmings.

And have a family with him. It was perfect.

“You okay, Y/N?” Luke asked, getting out of the bathroom. He was wearing a white shirt and shorts.

You nodded. “I’m fine.” Dammit. There he goes again. Making you all flustered. He’s your husband. God.

“You’re staring at our bed.” he said as he stood in front of you while wrapping his arms around your waist. “Are you bummed about having to cut off our honeymoon?”

“Oh enough about the honeymoon, Luke.” you blurted out. “I’m just so confused.”

“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. Together. I’m always here for you, Y/N. You know that right?” he said. “Remember how we met?”

For fucks sake. No, Luke. That’s the fucking problem. You don’t remember shit about this perfect life.

You shook your head and smiled. Hopefully, Luke perceived that as flirty. “No. Refresh my memory?”

He chuckled. “It was winter, too. But we were in New York so there was snow everywhere. You were just accepted into your new job at a big company. There was a huge press conference for us at the same place as your company’s. And then we saw each other in the same building. You were so busy and smart and I was so free and dumb. I was head over heels right away. You took my breathe away.”

Oh. So that’s what happened.

It was a bit vague but that’s what you get for not remembering the whole story.

Then you notice how his eyes were staring at yours as he leaned in closer and closer to you. Oh God. You’re gonna kiss Luke. And you’re gonna remember it. Fuck yesssss.

But you saw the alarm clock beside the bed behind Luke.

It was the same alarm clock you had on your dorm room.

It read 8:14 pm

12:09:21

December 9, 2021

2021

You’re gonna faint.

This isn’t real.

You can feel the walls closing in.

Everything’s blurry.

Everything’s disappearing from your sights.

It’s all swirling in your mind.

Like a tornado of images.

Unsure what it all means.

Then it stops.

Everything is dark.

SDGFKSJDGFKSJDBKSJGFKJDVCBNLAKJGRIWUETFRKJSDGFVJXBNCVXNCVNVBJJHGFVJSBHDJSFDSDHFVSJVBHVHJBSGHDFVSJVCJSZVHXCSHDFVSZHVCSJZFHDCJXZBNCJSHDGFJNDCVJNVNVNBSDFJHJSDHGFKUSEFOEIOURYWIEOUTCBMSZDBFKFWREGTIODCVHKSJDBGKJNBDFGVKJHSKDFJGKSJDBFVJKSDFKSJDBFKSJFBKSJDBGFKSJDBGKSJDGFVKSGRFJKSBDFKVBCXKFBMSNVEFKSJDVGSJBFKJCNBVSUGFKJFBKJVBHSUGFKSJDVBSUGFKSJBGFKSJVBSWGFBSDJFWGJDCK SDHFJHBFVJSBNVJKSHDVBSXDFBJKSDGFOUISGFKJBEFOIXZDJKCVWIOUERYISBFKSBFVSKDRKSFDKSJBFKSJGFSJGFKIHSEFOIFB

*meep* *meep* *meep* *meep*

*meep* *meep* *meep* *meep*

“Y/N! Wake up! We’re late!” someone shouted.

“What?” your eyes squinted to the harsh light coming from the window.

“Come on! Get up and get ready!”

Who was that shouting at you?

But then you felt them.

The most comfortable blanket in the world.

They were wrapped around you. In your bed. In your dorm.

“Shit!” you hissed as you sat up and looked around you.

The scattered essay papers, the bundle of laundry, the untidy desks. The posters. Of them.

Then you looked at your hands. Black and chipped nail polish and dark string bracelets and bands. You weren’t wearing lace panties and white t shirt either. You had on a onesie with pepe frog all over it. And your hair can have a bird living in it. Possibly some eggs, too.

Haaaaaaaaaahhhhh

*sniff*

Yep. Morning breath still there.

“What are you doing, Y/N? You can check yourself out later! Get ready to go out first.” You looked at her. Your college roommate.

Oh no.

“Y/N?” she asked you, suddenly staring at you, too. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah. I think.”

You stood up and walked towards the window. Winter.

That’s right. Finals week.

“Alright. Well, I’m going to grab us some quick breakfast. We don’t have much time since our finals start really soon. And we do not wanna be late for that, Y/N.” she said, wrapping a scarf around her neck.

“Yeah.” you breathed. “I’ll get ready now.” But you were no longer talking to anyone since she walked out your dorm room. Leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Here you thought it was all real. It turns out to be a dream after all.

But it felt so genuine. You had so much hope. You wanted to stay in that life.

But you woke up.

2021

That was 6 years from now.

It wasn’t a dream. It was a vision.

Maybe that’s going to happen in 6 years. Maybe not. You don’t know.

You were sure about one thing though.

Luke said that when you two met, you were just accepted into a huge company in New York. And that you were so smart.

Now that doesn’t sound like the struggling freshman college student that you are now.

So what does it all mean?

The future can change regarding the present. It’s not concrete. Everything is possible if one decides to do something about it.

So are you going to do something? Maybe you can aspire for your vision to be real. You can change your future. So start now.

Ace that test. Get your dream job. Marry the love of your life. Build a perfect family.

Achieve the perfect life that you’ve always wanted.

Just do your best in everything.

You’ll do great in those finals.

-Love from Emi and all of us here in savemeirwin. Happy Holidays everybody! We love you!

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On a Clear Day
By Organization for Transformative Works

Author: Saras_Girl | Word Count: 41.5k | Rating: NC-17

Summary: Draco Malfoy is waiting for his real life to begin, and it appears that he’s not the only one. Coffee, charity, and the wisdom of the elderly.

Review: Ugh I have so much love for this fic! This was such an earnest and charming and refreshing story, with just the most amazing character development ever. Draco works for a charity after the war, but his job is on the line unless he can convince Harry Potter, who has become an absolute recluse after the war, to come to a charity function.

There’s so much that makes this story complete and wholesome, with all the amazing secondary characters, the little details here and there that give such life to this story, the exceedingly believable way Harry and Draco interact with each other and their post-war personalities. 

I absolutely loved how stubborn Draco was, how he refused to take all the post-war prejudice thrown his way lying down and practically bullied his way into Harrys life - pure genius! And how Draco’s reasons to get Harry to listen to him and come out into public gradually shift from self serving to his just wanting Harry to progress was just the most wonderful thing to see from a readers perspective. 

Gosh this was so tantalisingly slow burn, while still being so fulfilling. Towards the end all you want to do is fervently shake Harry and Draco and force them to smooch - thankfully we have a secondary character in the form of a charming old lady looking out for our interests in the story :D

Content/Warnings: Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Friends To Lovers

Mood Music: Where The Fence Is Low - LIGHTS

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The More Reckless Side (The How to Court a Slytherin Remix)
By Organization for Transformative Works

Author: megyal | Word Count: 6,852 | Rating: R

Summary: Harry’s intent on happiness and a bemused Draco is at the centre of his attempts.

Review: This is such a fave! It’s so delightful and lovely and dynamically written, I’m just so in love with this author. It’s also so sweet how exasperatedly accepting Hermione and Ron are of Harrys affection for Draco, and the way they all want to take care of each other. At the end you feel like you have a very accurate idea of all the characters presence and their effect on each other. 

Harrys “courtship” of Draco was incredibly adorable and fun, as was reading about Dracos reaction to it from Ron and Hermiones viewpoint, I giggled so much :D

Content/Warnings: 8th Year, Humour, Fluff

Mood Music: Tongue Tied - Grouplove

Please Stop - Part 4 (Luke Imagine)

Requested: a shit load of times. thanks bros :D

Content Warning: some mild swearing anD A TON OF FEELS

Word Count: 1,500+ (including the endings)

Author: Emi :3

Notes: i added a few new characters and some foreign language to help build up the story, if you don’t mind. other than that, please read on with caution :)

Moving on from Luke

Read the whole story here!

Part 1 (Text au)

Part 2 (Imagine)

Part 3 (Text au)

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Grazie.”

“No. Grazie, bella signora. Buona giornata.” The little boy selling roses grinned as you watched him run off to another costumer. You smiled softly as you felt the petals from the rose that he gave you. You recognized him as one of the little boys who lived with their grandparents next to your apartment. You sometimes babysit the boys so they’re family is one of the closest people you made since you moved in last year.

You put down the red rose beside the cup of coffee you were having at one of the tables outside the cafe you were in. It was located on a wide piazza a couple blocks near your apartment. You often come here and it’s where you find peace. To get away from the war that is your thoughts.

You continue doodling in your notebook when your phone rang. Looking at it, you saw that Ashton was calling.

Normally he would just text you. So you were confused as to why he’s calling you now. Especially when you’re out of the country.

“Hello?”

Y/N! Thank God we reached you. Where are you?” Ashton sounded relieved and breathless. What is going on?

“Ash. I’m at the piazza’s cafe. Why?” You told him.

Shit.” Ashton hissed. “Y/N go home right now. Please.

“What? Ashton why? Tell me why?”

Just go home. Get out of there. Please.” He pleaded, his voice sounding worried.

Is she out of there?” You heard Calum and Michael talk in the background, sporting the same worried tone that Ashton seem to have. Which left you more and more confused.

“Guys, what is going on? Explain now.” You said as you gathered all your things as quickly as you can. Then after you placed a couple of bills on the table, you turned around and froze.

“Y/N.”

The first thing you noticed was his expression. He looked so helpless, it hurts to look at him.

“Y/N.”

The second thing you saw was his hands. They were shaking.

“Y/N I miss yo—”

“What are you doing here, Luke?” You said, sounding colder than you intended to. He flinched at your words and took a step backwards.

You heard the faint sounds of Ashton and the others swearing and cussing on the other side on the phone line. You hung up without a word and focused on Luke in front of you.

“They tried to stop me.” He said nodding at your phone, talking about Ashton, Calum and Michael. “I ran away actually. I went straight to the next flight for Italy.”

“Why?”

“I want you back, Y/N.”

“Why now?”

“I was wrong.” He said, moving closer to you. But you held up your hand, stopping him from where he stood, defeated. “So wrong, Y/N. Please. I was weak. I didn’t fight for us. I gave up and that’s all on me. Blame me for everything. Just please come back.”

Here it is. The words you wanted to hear from Luke. For him to take you back. You were so ready to say yes and be with him again.

But that was a year ago.

“No. You specifically told me to move on and I did. Even if I didn’t want to. Even if it killed me each day. I moved on.” You said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. You must remain strong. “Because you said so, I did it.”

“Y/N…”

“Go home, Luke.”

“But Y/N—”

“Please. I can’t do this anymore. You can’t just push me away then expect me to come back to you just like that. You don’t get to beg to take me back, Luke. We’re done.”

And with those words, you turned around and walked away from him. He didn’t try to stop you. You were grateful for that. For he would have seen the waterfall of tears escaping from your eyes.

******

Knock knock knock

You wiped your nose and breathed deeply, trying to regain your composure. Whoever was behind your front door must never know you were just finished crying.

“I can’t come into the door right now!” You shouted, not wanting to open the door.

“Mio caro, there’s a man outside the gate looking for you.” The little boys’ grandmother next door informed you outside your door.

“What?” you said, opening the door and facing the old lady. “Who is it?”

“He’s a young man. Very tall. Nonno Pablo is outside talking to him, asking him what he wants.” she explained to you, keeping a close watch on your red -rimmed eyes. This old lady knows but chose to ignore it. You were thankful for that. “He’s asking for you, Y/N.”

Your shoulders sagged as you felt more tears coming up. This is just so Luke. He makes you cry so much yet you know that deep in your heart, you still love him. Nonna Miranda gave you a hug when she saw you were about to cry. This old woman and her family has been so accepting of you for the past year. Now they were with you at a very bad time of your life.

You have to end this now.

Nonna pulled away and smiled warmly at you. She didn’t say anything and just let you walk out of your apartment and out into the gate where Nonno Pablo was.

When you got closer to where they were, you hear him talking to Luke about his own love story with Nonna.

You cleared your throat and smiled at Nonno Pablo. “I’ll take it from here, you old man.”

He beamed and walked towards the house. “Remember what I told you, Lucio. You should never let the woman of your dreams wait for long.”

Nonno chuckled loudly as he went inside the house, leaving you alone with Luke, underneath the stars and the bright Italian moon.

“I’ve learned from the past year that you should take whatever advice Nonno gives you.” you said, breaking the silence.

Luke grinned but he kept his head down. “This place is beautiful. You’ve got lovely people around you, Y/N.”

“Thanks. It makes you forget all the worries you have.” you told him.

“Y/N, please.”

“I’m still hurting, Luke.” you surprised yourself when you end up being so calm about this conversation. “But it’s getting less painful the longer I stay away from you and your life. That’s a good thing. I was doing what you told me to do. I’m trying to stop myself from loving you anymore.”

“Please, stop.” he whispered, looking up at you now. “Stop trying to distance yourself from me. We’ll be okay. We’ll work things out.”

“Luke…”

You didn’t know what to say. You were lost.

“Y/N.” he stepped forward. “Come back to me. Please.”

Will you take him back?

Or will you continue to stop loving him?

You stared at him and shook your head.

-alright alright alright. how will you choose to end it. 

Will you pick…

The Happy Ending?

or 

The Sad Ending?

your choice, dear reader. until next time. -Emi :3