going to grandparents! :))

redvaporeon-sk  asked:

If a Chinese woman married a Japanese man, how would their surname be? I read that in China they mix their last names. For example (and im going with surname first, name last) Wei Qiang-Feng married Huei Lin-Yu, Their last names would be Wei-Yu, or Yu-Wei. However, what if, for example, Wei Qiang-Feng married Takano Ryu? Would they join their names too, or does it depend on what they want to do?

Combining Chinese Surname with Japanese Surname/Combining Chinese Surnames

We have a post on combining Chinese surnames here. These days, it’s not done so often outside those circumstances, so while it’s growing, it’s not necessarily the norm. However, if you were to combine the surnames, it would be [husband’s surname] [wife’s surname] for the wife, at least. (I’m going off of my maternal grandparents; my grandfather didn’t take my grandmother’s name. Chinese followers, feel free to comment if your experiences are otherwise.) 

Also, if you’re going with surname first, name last, the surnames you’ve given us should be either Wei-Huei or Huei-Wei. 

With Takano and Wei, it would simply depend on what they wanted, to the best of my knowledge. It’s not a requirement to combine surnames at all. 

–mod Jess

anonymous asked:

In honor of Shangri La, would you please do a Friends to Lovers scenario for Leo? Thanks so much mom!

i need to write more for vixx,,,,im sorry starlights!!
but here’s friends - to - lovers taekwoon!!

  • so you’re kind of a cat lover and have had two cats in your apartment that u love dearly named clover and rose,,,,and u didn’t know until rose got pregnant that ur cats were well,,,,,,,dating??? cat dating??? whatever
  • but basically u found out u were going to be a grandparent and got super excited until u realized that kitten litters can be up to as much as 8 kittens,,,,,and ur small apartment is too humble for,,,,,,8 more cats
  • so sadly,,,,as ur cat got closer to giving birth u put up an ad and asked some friends if they were interested in adopting one of the cute furballs from u when they were born
  • a couple of people said yes but one person,,,,who u didn’t know personally but through ur friend hongbin,,,,,said he was interested
  • but being someone who loved ur pets dearly u asked if hongbin could tell the guy to come over just so u could ask him some questions and see if ,,,,,,,he would take good care of the kitten
  • and when u heard the doorbell ring on the day u were set up to meet this mr. jung taekwoon
  • u opened the door and almost fell backwards because,,,,ok hongbin is tall,,,,,,but this man,,,,,,,woah
  • and not to mention the interesting features of his face which at first glance seemed slightly stoic but the moment he came inside and clover jumped up into his lap,,,,became soft and cute
  • and u made some tea and u just asked him if he’s ever had pets and whatnot and before u knew it even with taekwoons quiet voice he was telling u about his family,,,,his nephew who he loves with everything he’s got and how he actually does musicals and stuff
  • and maybe it’s the fact that unlike other people taekwoon never pushes his opinions or personality onto u 
  • and also maybe because clover made a home in his lap,,,,which he never does he’s a picky cat,,,,,
  • that you decide taekwoon will make a great dad for ur cat’s kitten,,,,,that and he would also make a nice friend
  • so u guys exchange numbers so u can call him to get the kitten after they’re ready and also u guys agree that getting coffee soon will be fun
  • and,,,,,,,a week later u guys are chatting at a coffee place u love and taekwoon is like i didn’t even know about this place,,,but i love it
  • and u laugh making a joke about it being a hole in the wall kind of place but taekwoon says he finds it charming
  • and u guys talk about ur lives but it’s so comfortable??? which is crazy because hongbin had told u that taekwoon is super reserved and can come off a little brash
  • but the man sitting in front of u,,,who covers his mouth when he laughs,,,whose eye’s light up whenever a mother comes in with her toddler,,,,who exciting shows u photos of his family on his phone
  • like,,,,,,what brashness???? what reservation????? he’s so,,,,he’s so,,,,delightful to be around
  • and when rose is finally in labor u text everyone but only taekwoon asks ‘do you want me to come over and help?’ and,,,,u didn’t expect it
  • but he literally seems like he RAN over when u open the door,,,bangs stuck to his head with some sweat and he’s like “did i miss it??? is she doing ok??”
  • and everything goes smoothly,,,,rose gives birth to five healthy little angels and u and taekwoon leave her to bond while preparing water and food near the corner where she’s laying 
  • and u guys stand in ur kitchen,,,,and ur breathing a sigh of relief and clover is weaving between u and taekwoons feet
  • and taekwoon suddenly goes “won’t you miss the kittens?” and u give him a sad smile because ofc u will,,,rose will too,,,,,but since most of them are going to friends maybe u can visit
  • and taekwoon nods silently and motions with his hand and ur like ??? and he’s like “o,,,oh i just,,,u can come and see the one i take anytime,,,,,,”
  • and ur like that’s sweet,,,id like that!!!!!! 
  • and taekwoon doesn’t say anything ,,,, he kind of looks like he’s thinking and ur a bit worried until he suddenly adds “u,,,,,can also just come to see me too,,,,,”
  • and ur like oh!! like in a friendly wa- but taekwoon shifts his eyes and for the first time ever u see a light pink dust over his cheeks and he’s like “,,,,maybe we can also do it in another way,,,,a ,,,date,,,,,,”
  • and ur taken aback,,,,,but u nod before u can even speak because,,,,,you’d actually like that even more
  • and taekwoon,,,as happy as he is tries to hide it by being like iLL Go chECK on,, rose,,,and thE LItter,,,,,,,,
  • but he turns and clover is standing in the doorway of the kitchen seemingly as to keep guard
  • and taekwoon turns back to u as u burst into giggles and he’s still kind of blushing but it’s really adorable,,,,,,
  • and when u tell hongbin taekwoon asked u out hongbin literally almost drops his phone because he’s like he took the first move????? hmm,,,,u must be super special
  • and u joke that no it’s just because u like cats too and hongbin is like hehe true,,,,
  • but that’s not the only reason ok taekwoon just thinks ur so positive and u make him feel like butterflies are flying in his stomach and head and ok that’s corny but taekwoon probably goes home from ur place with the BIGGEST smile on his face 
Scott McCall AU

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: So I really don’t see a lot of these Soulmate AUs with the Teen Wolf fandom, or at least the tags I check don’t, but I’ve decided to write a series, which will finally get me on track for my writing schedule and hopefully inspire future imagines. Also this is a pretty long one… so enjoy!! AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!!

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When you were younger it seemed you found new scars on yourself every few months, sometimes 5 a month. Your parents were constantly worried but once they realized that the scars appeared on below your elbows and knees, they just figured out that your soulmate was clumsy.

“I wonder what this kid does all day…” Your dad used to tell you.

“I bet he’s a superhero.” Your mom used to tease you, just to see your tiny cheeks warm.

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trade mistakes // panic! at the disco

Adventure // Na Jaemin

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the prompt: can you write a prince!jaemin au bc i love that boy sm pls.

words: 4800

category fluff + minor angst

author note: i love him sm too. also this is lowkey from a tolkien quote: “I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”

- destinee

Originally posted by kunq

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New Years Eve: Also Known As How Marinette Broke Chat

So, this ridiculously fluffy piece is my gift to @mr-hawkmoth, as a thank you for all the amazing pieces they right and things they post! :D You are really awesome, and I think you should get more love! Sorry for how poorly written this is, but I hope you enjoy it! ;) Pairing is MariChat, with a bit of reverse lovesquare at the end XD


“You know, you’re kinda becoming a stalker, kid.”

Adrien glared at his kwami, the tips of his ears burning red with embarrassment as he lingered in the shadows of the statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

It was New Years Eve, and his father had been called away on pressing business the day after Christmas, meaning Adrien had been alone for most of the week. Normally, he would have been taking advantage of this sudden freedom, but Nino, the only friend he was close enough with to actually call up at a moment’s notice, had already left town to go and visit his grandparents in the countryside. While so many of his schoolmates had shown up to celebrate Christmas with him, not once had he really spent time with any of them outside of the presence of his best friend, aside from Chloe.

At one point he almost thought about calling her, only to remember that the last time he’d spent New Years with her, he’d had to hide in the men’s restroom at the hotel when midnight struck just to avoid having to kiss her. Adrien wasn’t oblivious, he knew how she felt about him, but he also knew that while her friendship with him was genuine, her pursuit of him was shallow at best. No way was he going to encourage any misunderstandings this year just because he was lonely. Thus, he had been wandering around the city as Chat Noir, trying to distract himself from the ceaseless boredom that had been plaguing him, when he had found himself headed towards the bakery by the school.

‘Marinette.’

An image of the spunky girl who sat behind him at school flashed through his mind, and Chat felt his heart lighten immediately. She had been kind enough to make him a beautiful hat for Christmas this year, and even though it hadn’t been fixed with Ladybug’s miraculous, Adrien had really been touched by the amount of time and thought she had put into it. Honestly, he had been quite disappointed when he realized that her gift to him had been destroyed entirely, and hadn’t been able to even thank her for it yet as a result. Landing in the park, strategically out of sight behind the statue dedicated to Ladybug and himself, Chat debated with himself.

I mean, I do need to thank her… plus, her family was so welcoming the last time I was over. And maybe we could play some video games! I have been practicing— maybe this time I could actually beat her!’

Mind made up, he released his transformation, and had been in the middle of explaining things to Plagg when he heard her voice from across the street.

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be careful,” Marinette called cheerfully, a box with the bakery’s name stamped on the side carefully balanced on her hip. “It’s only a few blocks, I’ll be back before you know it!”

And so he found himself hesitating, watching as she headed off along the sidewalk to make what was probably a delivery to someone.

Leave it to Plagg to find a way to turn the innocent circumstances into opportunity to tease him. Although… maybe stalking Marinette wasn’t such a bad idea. It was already close to midnight, and the direction she was headed was not well lit at the moment, making a lone girl easy prey for unsavory individuals. Decision made, he transformed once more and chased after her, surprised to realize that while he had been debating on what to do she had managed to vanish from his sight.

By the time he did catch up to her, the direction she was headed became pretty clear, and Chat felt himself frown in confusion.

Why is she headed to my house?’

Concealing himself behind a tree, he watched as she approached the locked gates to the mansion’s compound and pressed the intercom button. He felt a little bad for not being inside to answer her, but his instincts were urging him to keep her in sight, and so he watched as she shifted nervously from foot to foot, waiting for an answer that wasn’t going to come. She tried the intercom a few more times, and as the minutes ticked by with no response, her face dropped into a frown.

Great,’ he thought with a hint of sarcasm, ‘I’ve upset her.’

Shoulders slumping, Chat watched as she pressed her face into the gaps between the bars, looking for something that she apparently didn’t find. Body drooping with apparent defeat, the girl turned to go back the way she had come, but this time her pace was much slower.

Chat waited until she’d put some distance between them before he started to follow her again, this time on foot. Ducking from shadow to shadow, his thoughts raced. Why had she come over to his place with a delivery from the bakery? Did she get the address wrong? Why had she looked so upset? Did she think he had called in a crank order and then just not answered? Anxiety bubbled around his heart at the thought of another misunderstanding coming between them, especially after she’d been nice enough to give him a Christmas gift when none of his other friends had.

So distracted was he by his own thoughts, it took him a moment to realize he could no longer see Marinette in front of him. When it finally registered, he froze, eyes darting around to try and see where she had disappeared. Unease crept over him as he vaulted up to the nearest building, head whipping back and forth trying to locate movement. Unfortunately, even with his night vision, Chat couldn’t find a trace of her. Twisting around to retrace his steps, concern turning into panic, he was almost to the next roof when he heard them.

A group of voices, distinctly male.

And one rather annoyed female voice.

It had come from the alley around the other side of the building, and he quickly made his way to the edge of the roof. Looking down, he could see Marinette blocked into the darkened breezeway by 3 men. Sharp eyes taking in every detail, he noticed the leering expressions on their faces as they looked at the girl, and could smell the liquor coming off of them from where he crouched, ready to move if need be. Disgust choking him as he practically read their intentions, Chat couldn’t help but glance back at Marinette’s face, to see how she was handling the situation. Her expression made him want to flinch back, pure fury radiating from every line of her body.

Apparently, the males below were to dense to read the situation, and Chat listened as the one directly in front of his friend rasped suggestively, “Seriously babe, it’s almost midnight- don’t you want luck in love for the new year?”

“Yeah, and with three of us…” another one slurred, eyeing her like a piece of meat.

“…we can guarantee you’ll get lucky.” The last one finished the vulgar innuendo while moving uncomfortably closer to her, hand reaching out to grab her.

Oh hell no. Chat felt time slow to a crawl as the lecherous hand drew closer to Marinette, outrage and fear suffusing every fiber of his being. Moving on pure reflex, the need to protect the girl below from harm driving him forward, the outraged super hero could only think of one thing as he landed quietly behind the drunkards.

He was going to break that hand.

Before he could follow through on that thought though, a loud crack followed by a shriek of pain echoed around them. Emerald eyes widened in surprise as the man who had been reaching for the seemingly helpless young girl dropped to his knees, his now broken hand still clenched firmly by the not-so-distressed damsel.

His friends were equally frozen, but shook it off much more quickly than Chat could. Both lunged for her at the same time, growled curses and insults spilling from their vile mouths. Marinette, still holding the injured hand of the leader, ducked a wild swing from one while simultaneously bringing her foot up to slam into the throat of the other. Off balanced, the first stumbled to the ground, his own momentum and inebriated state leaving him kissing nothing but concrete, while the second fell backwards, clutching at his throat as he gasped for breath.

Fury still spilling from every inch of her, the girl wasted no time ins turning on the hapless brute behind her, who had yet to regain his bearings and had barely managed to roll over. Finally releasing the leader from her iron grip, the deceptively petit Marinette swung her leg out once more, this time whipping in a full revolution that had her foot making contact with both men’s jaws in quick succession.

Both fell to the ground, unconscious, while the third was still wheezing for air, eyes wide and fearful as he watched how easily she dispatched his buddies. When she finally looked back in his direction, the man squeaked in terror, quickly getting to his feet and running past Chat and into the night.

For his part, Chat Noir could only stare in amazement, heart thumping in his chest. He hadn’t moved an inch, his eyes wide and jaw hanging open as she effortlessly took down her attackers. Not only had Marinette not needed him, Chat was pretty sure she hadn’t even noticed him. Even now, she had yet to look up at him, and instead had made her way over to the side of the alley bending down to collect something he hadn’t noticed when he first came upon them.

The box.

Pastries and candies spilled out in various directions on the ground from where the box looked to have been thrown against the wall. Chat watched her pick up a half-crushed macaroon, anger fading to be replaced with…

“Don’t cry, Princess,” he murmured, the sight of her tears urging him into action finally. She jumped upon hearing his voice, blue eyes flashing towards him as he knelt beside her.

“Chat Noir…?”

He ignored the question in her voice, instead asking, “What were you doing out this late?”

She had stopped crying, but at his question her expression twisted once more with sadness. Her gaze dropped back down to the ruined sweets below and she shrugged.

“I have this friend and… well, I found out earlier that he’s spending New Year’s Eve alone. So I wanted to take him some treats, and…” she replied, a light flush to her cheeks as she avoided looking at him.

“…and see if maybe he wanted some company.”

Chat felt his heart stutter within his chest even as he kept his expression neutral. That’s why she had gone to his house. Sweet, thoughtful, awkward Marinette had been thinking of him, gone through all this trouble for him, just to make sure he wasn’t lonely. His thoughts were interrupted as she continued, having taken his silence as a request for more details.

“B-but he wasn’t home, and so I was just going to take them by tomorrow. But then these,” here she gestured at the bodies still lying in the alley with them, annoyance clear in her tone. “These goons, well… they thought they were entitled to a kiss just because it was New Year’s Eve, and I tried to just leave but… I mean I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but they ruined the treats I had made for Adrien and now, I mean…”

A sigh left her lips as she fell silent, clearly worn out by the events of the night as her gaze drifted to the hands in her lap. Chat’s brain was racing though. Because not only had she been trying to do something nice for him, she had kicked three grown men’s asses for him, for ruining the gifts she had made for him. And, oh how she had kicked their asses. Honestly, Chat didn’t know anyone besides Ladybug who could move with so much grace and strength at the same time. Yet, here was Marinette, wrecking three guys like it was nothing, all in his name. Not to protect herself, although that’s what he had initially thought, but simply because they had destroyed something that had been made for him.

That she had made for him.

He felt himself swoon a little at the thought.

Chat smiled, reaching for her hands and drawing her to her feet. She met his eyes as he winked at her, a plan having already formed in his mind.

“Well, purr-rincess, I don’t think you need to worry about your friend!”

At her puzzled expression, he adopted a stage whisper as he continued, “I’m pretty sure I saw him making his way towards your place earlier while I was on patrol.”

He felt triumphant at the look of delight she was giving him. Based on where they were, it would be easy to make it back to the bakery and de-transform before Marinette got there. Besides, that was where he had wanted to be in the first place, no harm in using his “inside knowledge” to cheer her up right now.

“Really?”

“Pawsitively!” He thrilled at the light giggle she let out at his pun, feeling giddy in the face of his accomplishment. He was about to bid her a good night, so he could make his way over to the bakery when he heard muffled shouts coming from the surrounding buildings.

“TEN—NINE—EIGHT—SEVEN…”

“You had better get home! You don’t want to bring in the Mew Year with the embodiment of bad luck!”

“SIX—FIVE—FOUR …”

He turned to go, but felt a tug on his hand. Looking back, he saw Marinette smiling at him as she stepped closer.

THREE—TWO…”

Chat was frozen as she lifted his hand…

—ONE!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

and soft, warm lips pressed with aching deliberateness to his knuckles, the dark sweep of her lashes standing out against her pale, freckled cheeks as her eyes closed with the action. Even through the leather of his glove, Chat could feel the heat of her mouth, the tickle of her lips as they slowly pulled away and she pinned him with her sapphire gaze once more.

“Happy New Year, minou,” she murmured, smiling at him softly.

Chat could only nod, face flushing as she released his hand after giving it a light squeeze, and made her way around him and out of the alley. He couldn’t move for several moments, mind sluggish under the engulfing realization that was Marinette.

Marinette, who just kissed his hand like he did Ladybug’s.

Marinette, who beat up three thugs because they ruined a gift she made for him.

Marinette, who had thought of him when he was all alone.

Marinette, who had made him a beautiful Christmas gift.

Marinette, who played video games with him and welcomed him into her home.

Marinette, who— WAS HEADED HOME RIGHT NOW!

Jerking back into awareness, Chat quickly vaulted to back to the rooftops, sprinting in the direction of the bakery so as to make it there before the girl who, after what he saw tonight, clearly had a good handle on a number of things.

His heart being one of them.

Just Friends, Part 3 | Jughead Jones x Reader

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A\N: please please please feel free to tell me what you think about the story. Hope you enjoy reading it xx

Originally posted by destinyhayden

   It happened almost a year ago. But the memory of it stayed so fresh and clear in (Y\n)’s mind and gave her the same heartwarming and exciting feeling as it did before, that you could probably think this memory was made just yesterday. The situation in Jughead’s family was starting to get tense. As much as he wanted to do something to stop everything from falling apart, he also sometimes tried to escape, tired of fighting and hoping to find peace. Finding peace was what he succeded in, even if only for a while.

   That evening him and (Y\n) were walking down the empty street after having some milkshakes at Pop’s with Archie and Betty. The road, trees and grass around them were a bit wet because of the recent rain. The street lamps were the only source of light, of enough amount of it to make a person able to see which way they’re going. Jughead was so involved in the conversation him and (Y\n) were having that he didn’t really look at the road and ended up stepping in a puddle making the water splash everywhere. The girl sqealed as the cold drops touched her skin and jumped aside. Her squeal made the boy flinch. He looked at her with widened eyes trying to figure out what just happened. They stared at each other and then started laughing.

“Sorry,” Jughead said when they calmed down a little.

“It’s okay,” (Y\n) replied with the brightest smile on her face trying to clean herself up with a wet wipe that she found in her bag.

   They continued walking and chatting. Everything seemed completely fine until they started to talk about their families. Jughead’s face expression got more serious as they went deeper into the subject.

“Mom wants to leave, wants to take Jellybean and go to live with our grandparents. She said she doesn’t know for how long she’ll be able to handle all of this,” Jug said assuming that if he would open up to someone he trusts, he’d feel better.

“To leave for… like, forever? Or just for a while until everything goes back to normal?” (Y\n) asked with a worried look on her face.

“I don’t know. I don’t even want to think about it.”

“What about you?”

“Honestly, sometimes I think about leaving too. But the truth is, I don’t want to give up on dad,” he sadly looked at her.

   (Y\n) nodded understandingly. They stopped walking. She came closer to him and took his hands in hers.

“I’m so sorry you have to go through that, Juggie,” (Y\n) said, looking at her friend while he stared down at the ground. “Just know that you’re not alone, okay? You hear me? You’re not alone.”

   Jughead looked up. Their eyes met. (Y\n)’s heart raced. Jughead tried to figure out if what he wanted right now was the right thing to do, but all the thoughts just mixed up in his head. He looked in her eyes for a little bit longer, then gently cupped her face with his hands and pressed his lips agains hers. The whole world turned upside down for both of them for only a few moments, but these few moments felt like infinity.

   (Y\n) struggled to fall asleep that night. She was constantly thinking about what happened between her and Jug. She felt confused and couldn’t figure out if it felt wrong or right. Did they truly like each other? Or did it happen just because they both were really emotional at that time? She couldn’t find the answer to any of these questions.

   They met at school before classes the next day. Jughead came up to (Y\n) and greeted her. They had a little chat about homework at first, but then Jug realised that he needs to speak about something more important now.

“Hey, uh… I wanted to talk to you about that… "moment” we had yesterday,“ the boy said. She could tell he was just as nervous and as confused as her. "Don’t you feel kinda odd about it? I mean… I’m sorry if you don’t, but…”

“Yeah,” (Y\n) interrupted him. “It does feel a little weird for me, too. I don’t know why though.”

“Maybe… maybe because we weren’t ready for this to happen yet?” He suggested.

“Maybe,” (Y\n) replied and smiled. She felt some kind of relief. “So, we’re friends?”

Bestfriends,” Jughead corrected her and grinned. “I gotta go, the class starts in 5 minutes. You should hurry up too if you don’t want to be late.”

   Back to here and now, almost a year after that “moment” happened. (Y\n) was standing in the school corridor with Archie and Betty talking with them. Suddenly, they all saw Jughead walking through the corridor surrounded by two men, one of which appeared to be a sheriff, Kevin’s father. Jug noticed the friends too.

“Call my dad,” he said quickly.

“Yeah, yeah, we will,” Archie replied.

“Of course,” said Betty.

   (Y\n) didn’t have the time to say anything. She just watched Jughead and the two men go until they dissapeared out of her sight. She was so purplexed and didn’t understand any of what they all just witnessed. What’s wrong? What happened? Why would a sheriff want something from Jug? Why him?

   Later she found herself standing outside of the building with Archie, Betty and Mr. Andrews, Archie’s dad, while Jughead talked with his father. Betty held (Y\n)’s hand as they both watched. The raven haired boy was faced away from them when Mr. Jones talked to him convincing his son that he can make things better, that he can bring their family together again. When they finished, Jughead finally turned around and (Y\n) saw his face. He looked absolutely broken. And she hated seeing him like this. And as much as the girl wanted to help him, comfort him and be there for him, like she always was before, it was on Betty now. She came up to him, jently put her hand on Jug’s face and then her arm around him as they were walking away. Jughead glanced at (Y\n) just once before he was gone. It gave her chills.

   (Y\n) thought that she’d already move on by this time. She was so wrong. One part of her wanted to finally let it all go, but the other kept holding on to something. She still couldn’t understand why did they had to pretend like they forgot about everything. She was holding on to all the feelings, all the memories, all the things they used to do together. Holding on to what they used to be. Holding on to them.

fluff friday “roommates” [madasakuobi]

this jaunt was inspired by @multicream‘s lovely comic. seriously, check her art out, it’s fantastic!

I need to write more poly pairings, it’s a lot of fun!


Sakura swung the door to her new apartment open, exhaustion hanging over her. The hospital was overrun following the war and Sakura was coming off of a double shift that left her drained. Still, it was a good sort of drained, an accomplished sort of drained.

She was an internationally acclaimed medic, a war hero, and a member of the up-and-coming new trio of Sannin.

All-in-all, she was quite talented in her own right, yet dread lingered over her like a cloud.

Why?

Well, her two roommates.

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Defining Love

“Love is when daddy lets mommy have the last Veela pastie even tough they’re his favorite” A five year-old Scorpius Malfoy told Albus Potter in a matter of fact way, taking his pumpkin juice and giving it to a toddler Lily Luna “there! Now you know Albus loves you baby Lily”

At age five Scorpius thought himself an expert at the subject. His parents had been a love match. To his toddler mind there was nothing complicated about love. Daddy loved his mommy and mommy loved his daddy and together their love was so big it spilled out and made a person.

Which was him: Scorpius.

Or at least that’s what Draco had said when he asked where babies came from.

To his innocent mind there was nothing to fear in the world because he had them and one day he would find a girl as wonderful as his mommy and love her too.

To him love was when Draco worked himself into a temper but reigned in all his foul mood as soon as he saw his Astoria and Scorpius.

Love was when Astoria butchered a song in the piano for hours and Draco still managed to tell her that her music was wonderful.

Love was going to visit the grandparents and resisting the urge to insult them because they were Draco’s family.

To Scorpius Malfoy, love was also not letting people get away with bad behavior.

Because Astoria never let Draco cast unsafe spells inside the house despite the fact that she loved him, and Draco never let Astoria plant carnivorous flowers in the garden despite the fact that he loved her.

They in turn, never let Scorpius have desert when he’d been rude to someone else. Despite the fact they loved him.

Love was tea parties with enormous cakes and jumping in mountains of freshly raked autumn leaves.

It was sitting in Draco’s lap as he read some boring account of a Malfoy ancestor and watching Astoria’s eyes drop as his voice soothed both Scorpius and her to sleep.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

At age eight when he discovered that there were evil people in the world who would willingly hurt a child like him to make his father suffer, Scorpius added more things to the list.

When Draco pushed Astoria behind him and disarmed the strange witch that had grabbed Scorpius out of the blue in a public festival, Scorpius understood that love was also fear.

Love was when Astoria held Draco in her arms after a long day.

It was the forehead kiss Draco pressed on her head everytime he left to conduct business.

Love was putting eachother’s needs before their own when the other looked too tired.

Scorpius liked to think that his parents knew a lot, when they sat him down and talked about all that a little boy like him had to fear in this world, his parents didn’t disappoint him, they were honest.

They told him that most of his ancestors had done terrible things, that people would probably judge him for it forever, his family’s past had nothing to do with Scorpius, but that was how prejudice worked. They’d looked hopefully at Scorpius, with kind smiles that told the little boy he would always be their son no matter what he thought of them and this had cinched the issue in his head.

Love was not judging a person because of their past. Because if Astoria could look beyond Draco’s dark mark to the soul that was beneath and Draco could look beyond Astoria’s family name to see the sweet woman she was, then Scorpius wanted to be like them.

From then on Scorpius Malfoy decided that he would ignore the pasts of everyone as long as they were kind and if someone wasn’t willing to get to know him as himself despite all the bad things his parents told him people said about his family then…well…good riddance.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

At age eleven Scorpius learned his first lesson in the complicated nature of love.

When Astoria hugged him like she didn’t want to let him go and Draco put his hand in Scorpius shoulder with warm pride, Scorpius realized that love also meant letting go.

He’d watched this happen every time Draco looked forlorn at the door whenever Astoria was in an overnight event with the Greengrass foundation.

Or when Draco had to partner his resources with businesses that required him to be away for days. Astoria would get that resigned air of melancholy about her.

It was the same when they saw him off at King Cross.

Scorpius figured that’s what separation felt like, wanting to hold on to someone forever yet loving them enough to let them grow.

They were setting him free despite how much it hurt them to be apart from Scorpius and that was also love.

In Hogwarts Scorpius learned much more about why love was considered complicated and most of it he didn’t learn about it from his mom and dad.

It wasn’t their fault really.

They were happy together and their love was as subtle as it was strong, their biggest outward shows of affection were usually reserved for Scorpius himself who was always on the receiving end of the messy kisses and crushing hugs.

He understood them…sort of, because he was a part of both of them, Astoria and Draco didn’t hold back from showering him with tickles and filling his world with playful laughter.

But as a couple, their love expressed itself in loving sighs and shared eyerolls from across the dinner table.

Flowers in his writing desk, warped eclairs in her vanity table. A shared look of affection every five minutes, a brush of a hands as they went on their daily routines.

If they fought they did it well away from Scorps hearing and if they felt cross with eachother they hid it too well for it to be seen plainly.

Unlike Albus and even Rose’s parents who reportedly enjoyed a good argument every once in a while and were active in expressing their affection towards the other, the love of Scorpius’ parents seemed almost. ..boring.

And because Scorpius had grown in such a sedate household, nothing prepared him for the first time a girl broke his heart.

At age fourteen he still thought that his parents were the best example of love he could find, he also wanted a girl to share inside jokes with, sigh into the distance and cut flowers for.

But Rose Weasley well, she wanted emotion, she wanted someone to argue with noisily and kiss in the middle of the great hall for all the world to see. His first love was bigger than life, Rosie was an explosion of fire and smarts that was almost too good to be true. And in the end she didn’t understand why Scorpius didn’t express his love the way she did.

Rose didn’t want subtlety, she wanted an extravaganza of passion and Scorpius just didn’t like being the centre of attention, not like Albus and Hugo.

And so that summer Scorpius returned home heartbroken. Asking his mother what he’d done wrong?.

Astoria and Draco hadn’t known what to do, they told Scorpius that truthfully neither of them had much romantic experiences before finding eachother and their own first loves had been footnotes in comparison to Voldemort’s shadow. Before Astoria Draco had been with Pansy for most of his life and he’d only dated her to appease his father.

And Astoria had only ever loved Draco since her fourth year in Hogwarts. Anybody before that hadn’t been real enough to call a crush.

Before the war their families had taught them both that love was a liability when one was a purebloood and until Draco and Astoria had fallen inlove they both had believed it was true.

So when Scrpius came to them for advice they only did the best they knew to do as parents and listened.

And that’s how Scorpius learned that love was painful….But it was also healing.

Watching his parents together Scorpius realized that love was also being okay with not having all the answers.

Because when Astoria didn’t know something she never blamed Draco if he didn’t come up with a solution, she simply nodded and took his hand in order to find it together.

And whenever Draco got frustrated because there were things out of his control that affected his family, he never took it out on Astoria, instead he talked it out with her. Found a way to see the light side of the situation for her sake.

With them love was a thousand conversations spoken with a single raised eyebrow and the quirk of coral lips.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

Over the years Scorpius came to accept that his parents were not perfect. His mother was a bit manipulative and his father was oftentimes too prideful.Astoria’s sweet frailty lent fodder to Scorp’s fears and Draco’s increasing grouchiness as his hairline began receding was a constant cause of headaches for his only son.

But Scorpius never stopped seeing Draco’s eyes light up when Astoria entered the room. Or Astoria smile whenever Draco said she was beautiful.

There was always a hand in the small of Astoria’s back when they were in public, and a kiss in the back of her palm when they were not. Those hands got a bit more wrinkled as the years passed as did the lines in Astoria’s mouth and eyes, but they never moved from her back, no matter the need for a walking cane that came after Draco turned fifty two.

And while Astoria’s hair seemed to have a bigger smattering of grey highlights everytime Scorpius returned from Hogwarts, she never stopped kissing Draco’s cheek whenever he walked out the door. Her reading glasses came with menopause much like Draco’s cane, but her eyes never lost the sparkle of teasing laughter that always made Draco smile.

Then one day long after moving out from his parents house Scorpius Malfoy found himself cutting sunflowers and placing them absentmindely in the desk of a certain Daily Prophet correspondant. A girl with mischief in her smile who could telegraph her thoughts across the room with just one glance in his direction and who could make Scorpius laugh with silly caricatures of her eldest brothers.

Half imp, half rainstorm, she was a unstoppable mischief and boy did it drive Scorpius crazy to see her fluttering in and out of his life in a flurry of silk hair ribbons and ballet slippers. He almost didn’t notice when he stopped holding out his arms to break Lily Luna’s fall in case she broke a limb when she crashed down from whatever tree she was currently climbing. And when he started holding out his arms because he wanted to feel her close to him.

He didn’t notice when she stopped being “Al’s little sister” and became “Not again Lily!” With an affectionate huff. Or when he began looking forward to mutually teasing Albus over his career in the ministry.

Not until he attended his parent’s anniversary ball and his father of all people tapped his cane impatiently and with a sigh of frustration pulled Scorpius aside “So when are you planning to tell the Potter girl that you love her?” His father finally snapped “your mother and I would like to live to see our grandchildren, thank you very much” and with the finesse of the crochety old man he was, Draco stomped away from his very adult son grumbling about the stupidity of youth.

And despite disliking his father’s temper Scorpius learned one last thing about love from the old man and that was that one couldn’t really know how love worked unless one felt it.

So he joined Lily Luna at their table and smiled resolving to ask her to be his girlfriend as soon as possible, keeping his father’s words in mind. He loved her…of course he did. It was so obvious now.

He chanced a look at the middle of the ballroom where his parents glided around the room with the ease of professional dancers, thirty years married and Scorpius still didn’t doubt how much they loved eachother.

Maybe he would never stop learning from them, maybe he would always want what his parents had. And maybe he was close to getting it with Lily.

So he clapped as the orchesta finished their piece and raised his cup to toast to his parent’s marriage because these were the things Scorpius Malfoy knew about love.

An: this was my first Scorpius centric one shot, which I dont normally do because Scorpius is way too shippable I always fall of tangent when I write him in, and forget this is a Drastoria blog, I think that in the end its always our parents who teach us how to love. so I hope you liked it anon

current mood:

WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE ABOUT VIRGINITY?! THIS IS A GOD DAMN CHILDREN’S SHOW! LOOK, I NEVER KNOW WHAT YOURE WRITING ABOUT! SCHWINN, S H U S H, I WANT A SONG! YES, I WILL DO MY HOMEWORK, YES I WILL work in the garden, YES I WILL GO WITH MY GRANDPARENTS…TO ISRAEL! instead i get this nonsense about someone who loses,,,their virginity t-to those with whom they have no affinity?! THIS IS A GOD DAMN CHILDREN’S SHOW! i-i..youre sick, youre in the hospital, you’ve got this…. brain thing. you know what? you know what? im gonna get my son to write the song. where is my son?! HEY! where’s my son? somebody find my son? where’s my son? 

anonymous asked:

Jily Muggle au! where they meet on a plane and james has a son and lily completely adores them both and in the end lily thinks she'll lose them because they're family and she's just someone they met on a plane but jily gets becomes a couple.

Thank you for the prompt, I had so much fun writing this! I took a few liberties so I hope you don’t mind – it’s definitely longer than I initially intended; over 2k, whoops…

Perhaps It’s Fate

Lily was stuffing her laptop back into her bag, when movement on the periphery of her vision caught her attention. 

Something silvery and silky-looking fluttered onto the floor. 

Lily glanced up; the man who’d gone through the security check before her was shouldering his bulging backpack again and took his son’s hand with a cheerful “Come along then, Harry!”

“Sir?” Lily called after him.

He continued walking, unable to hear her over the din of the airport.

Lily muttered a curse and hastily grabbed the rest of her items off the tray, stuffed them in her hand bag, then struggled a moment to slip on her heels. 

She scooped up the silvery cloth and hurried after the man and his son – as much as one could hurry in a pencil skirt.

“Sir?” she called again, straining to pick him out in the crowd. Noticing the unmistakable messy black hair, she pursed her lips in determination. She chased after him, her heels clicking decisively against the polished tile floor.

“Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this.”

The man finally halted and turned, looking quizzically at Lily. The boy holding his hand – five, maybe six years old – gasped. He broke free of his father’s hold and ran over to Lily.

“My Invisibility Cloak!”

Lily’s lips twitched, a single eyebrow arched. Invisibility Cloak?

The father gave her a sheepish shrug and mussed his hair.

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Knox: We’re gonna go over to your grandparents’ house tomorrow and I need you to be good, okay? That means no throwing fits or demanding things like usual. And don’t talk about my plants. Please.

Ned: But you say if I see bad things, tell people! I gonna tell about the bad plants!

Knox: Ned. Seriously. They’re just a you and me secret. I’ll get you ice cream or something as long as you don’t talk about them.

Ned: Secrets are bad, I gotta tell about bad things!

Knox: UGHHHHH WHATEVER