her mum walks in

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Okay, so, I'd love to read a little something by you set in a world where Lavender made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe not okay, but alive?

Once upon a time, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her. She had been the kind of kid who put on dramatic plays for her stuffed animals, for any visitors to the house, and for any neighbor or passersby she could snag from the front yard.

Dating Ron in sixth year had been fun, most of all because everyone had kept sneaking glances at her. She had heard her name in curious whispers and she had grinned and giggled into Parvati’s shoulder.

Everyone was looking now, or pretending not to. She heard the whispers– oh it’s that poor Brown girl. Can you imagine, if it was your daughter, if it was you? Oh and she was so pretty before, too–what a pity–almost makes it worse, doesn’t it?

“You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out. “I was there, once, when Lupin turned without the potion. I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”

“Afraid I’ll sniff you out on a dark night?” Lavender said, face twisting as she sank back into her wicker chair.

“No, I–” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and all the hesitation was making Lavender more and more uncomfortable. Even at eleven, Hermione had bulldozed through things. She didn’t waver. “I was so scared, but I think it was even worse for him. It hurt, but he looked so scared, too, I–”

“I know how it feels,” said Lavender, very quietly, and Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Lavender took a big sip from her tea. It was still steaming– it had not taken long to exhaust small talk, between the two of them.

Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to– make things better. Do you want this?”

Lavender put her mug back down, shaking out scalded fingers, and said, “Yes.” Then, because her mother had raised her right, she said, “Thank you.”

“That sounds like a weird conversation,” said Parvati, whose door Lavender went and knocked on after she and Hermione had split the bill with the precise-to-the-Knut math of the vaguely acquainted and recently employed.

Lavender kicked through the fall of autumn leaves that had collected in front of the porch swing. “She was trying to be nice, I think.”

“She’s not very good at it,” said Parvati.


Her father wept. He tried not to but he was a crier, always had been.

“You were so brave,” said Lavender’s mother, cupping her cheeks in her warm hands and not even flinching at the scar tissue under her palms. “We are so proud.”

Lavender’s mother was a Muggleborn, daughter of a math teacher and a door-to-door salesman (“now there is a profession that requires some magic,” her grandfather used to tell her).

Her father was a wizard and he was trying hard not to cry, bending down to pet the dogs weaving between all their ankles. Lavender bent down, too, scratching behind Fiddlestick’s floppy ears while Mopsy cleaned her cheek forcefully. “Hey,” she said, and her father looked up, trying to firm his wobbly chin.

“You know I’m proud of you, too,” he said, trying not to tremble on it. “I just…” He reached out to squeeze her knee gently. “You did everything right. You did everything good. I’m so proud of you, chickadee.”

“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a Gryffindor, too.


It took Hermione more than a month to figure out the potion sufficiently well enough that she’d let Lavender try it. She was founding a non-profit for nonhuman rights, too, after all, as well as doing a fair few local speaking gigs, petitioning the Wizenagamot on a half dozen issues, getting an advanced degree, and supposedly, at some point, sleeping.

It took more than a month, so Lavender spent another night locked in her parents’ newly fortified cellar. She didn’t remember much, but she woke up with her throat sore and her nails ragged. The door was gouged from the inside. She wondered if she had been screaming. She wondered if that’s what the howls were. She felt like screaming, maybe, a little.

The door cracked open the moment the moon had dropped down below the horizon, outside. Her mother came in with a tray of her favorite breakfast foods– danishes and boiled eggs, steaming hot cocoa with the barest splash of bitter coffee in it.

Parvati came stomping down the stairs after her. “Graceful,” said Lavender. She winced at the roughness of her voice.

“Look who’s talking,” said Parvati. “Up, c'mon, eat your breakfast. We’re doing midnight manicures. Your dad says he’ll let us doll up his nails, too.”

The next full moon night, Lavender locked herself in the cellar again. “It should be safe,” Hermione had said. “It should. I mean, I’ve done all the tests. I followed all the instructions. It should work.”

Lavender didn’t remember, because she never remembered– she didn’t recall the cellar door unlocking and opening after ten minutes of post-moonrise silence. She didn’t recall Parvati Wingardium Leviosa-ing a comfy chair down the stairs, or her sitting down and pulling out a stack of Witch Weeklys, nor did she remember curling up on Parvati’s fuzzy button slippers and going to sleep.

But she did remember waking up in the morning, her cheek pressed into a soft pillow. She was tattered under a thick blanket, but she was human and looking upward at Parvati’s slack, sleeping face. Her dark plaits tumbled, curling, over the soft pink polka dots of her pajamas.

Lavender pulled herself up to sitting, stole the open Witch Weekly, and waited for Parvati to wake up.


“You’re going to be alright,” Professor Trelawney said and she wasn’t even looking at Lavender’s palm, just holding her hand tight in her cold fingers. “You’re going to be happy. You’re going to be fine. People are going to love you and stand by you and we will be there.”

The tower room was just the same as Lavender remembered it, down to the spicy-sweet tea and Trelawney’s big blinking eyes. Lavender squeezed her hands back. “I love you, too, professor.”

“You know, I think you can call me Sybil. It seems the time for it.”

Dean and Seamas’s housewarming for their ugly little first flat was a crowded mess, but the afterparty wasn’t. Lavender and Parvati came by with paint swatches, opinions, and hangover remedies. They ate greasy Chinese food on the floor, because it was about as comfortable as the couch.

They came back the next week, and the next. Parvati conjured a crackling fire in a big fruit bowl Dean’s mother had given him and they all sat around it like they were back at Gryffindor Tower’s hearths, procrastinating on homework.

On nights like that they sometimes talked about Hogwarts, but most of the time they didn’t. Dean had started drawing again and he walked them through his notebooks– his sisters, caricatures of the customers he dealt with in Ollivander’s wand shop, the snarky little comics he’d always scrawled in the edges of his notes. Parvati told them about the Auror trainees’ antics, going ut on their first field missions with their mentors. “All bravado and caffeine,” she said. “Bunch of show-offs.”

“So you fit in well, then?” Dean said.

“Nah, that’s Lav,” Parvati said. Dean and Seamas glanced warily at Lavender, but she just giggled and reached for another potsticker.

Seamas was considering going back to school. “Hermione’s been badgering me about it,” he said. “Says I have a talent for pyrotechnics, and there’s a whole major for fire magics at Brinxley.”

“What about you, Lav?” said Dean. “You still thinking about vet school?”


“Oh, uh, that’s the Muggle word. Veterinarian– a medimagizoologist?”

“The schools aren’t too interested in a werewolf as a student,” Lavender said, shrugging.

“Not that that stops Hermione from showing up on the doorstep with half-penned anti-discrimination lawsuits she wants Lav to star in,” Parvati said.

“When does she sleep?” said Dean.

Little children asked about it in the street sometimes. “Mum, why’s her face like that?” “How come she’s walking all funny?”

Sometimes their parents turned to Lavender with eager bright eyes in the grocery store line, expecting her to answer. (“I got hurt, but I’m okay now.”) Sometimes they shushed their kids and gave her little apologetic half-smiles, glancing away from the raised lines of scar tissue. Sometimes they pulled their children closer to them and crossed to the other side of the street.

Harry Potter had a godson. Teddy Lupin was four the first time Lavender met him, just outside Gringotts. Teddy clung to Harry’s pants leg, peeking past his godfather’s hanging robe. “Why’d her face do that?” he said and Harry dropped a hand down into Teddy’s hair, which was bright green.

“She’s just like your dad,” said Harry.

“Puppy,” Teddy whispered, eyes wide with joy, and his skin shifted until scars stood out stark on his smiling chubby cheeks.

Lavender bit her lip and sank down to her knees in the street, holding out a hand. “Why aren’t you handsome, chickadee. What’s your name?”

Once, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her.

She hated stories that told you to be careful what you wished for. Were you not supposed to want things? Was that the answer? She was nearly twenty two and she could make things fly with a few whispered words. She had lived through her seventh year at Hogwarts, had stepped out into that battle with her wand out and her eyes open. She had woken up–hurting, wounds tended, poison in her veins–to Parvati sleeping on Sybil’s shoulder at her bedside.

She had cried when they told her about the lycanthropy. She had cried over her bunny because a fox had gotten to it. Both times it had been with her face buried in Parvati’s shoulder and Parvati’s hands stroking her hair. She wished and she wanted– animals that never left you, bodies that never betrayed you.

Once, Lavender had wished that everyone would look at her, and now they were. Everyone was looking– so Lavender held Parvati’s hand in the grocery store at midnight, because they had both been craving green apples. Everyone was looking– so Lavender curled her hair and pinned it up, wore tank tops and little skirts on any day hot enough that she could get away with it, laughed aloud in public spaces. Everyone was looking– so Lavender knocked on Hermione Granger’s door one evening and asked, “What would it take to get me into magical vet school?”

Hermione had her bushy hair all tied back and a quill behind each ear. “A lot. There’s some statutes we’ve got to fight, and even if we can handle that you’ll still be under intense scrutiny for years.”

“I can work with that,” said Lavender, and Hermione grinned.

When Teddy marched down the aisle with the rings, his hair was a shimmering swirl of pink and purple to match the flowers woven into Parvati’s braids and Lavender’s curls.

The honeymoon would be short–a week in magical Paris in the townhouse of a Beauxbaton girl they’d befriended fourth year. Lavender had more medical textbooks packed into her luggage than anything else. Parvati’s bags were lined with half-finished reports that she’d owl to Auror headquarters from a rumpled Parisian morning, getting croissant crumbs in the bedsheets.

But for now the hall was filled with pink and purple blooms, white candles, familiar faces. Hermione stood in a violet bridesmaid’s dress, and Dean and Seamus in matching ties at Parvati and Lavender’s respective backs. Padma was luminescent with joy over Parvati’s shoulder. She had taken Lavender aside that morning for a short quiet walk in the mist and told her, “I know tonight’s what makes it official, but I’ve thought of you as my sister for years.”

When Lavender leaned forward and kissed her wife, her father burst into proud tears in the front row. He was a crier, always had been. Lavender buried her face in Parvati’s shoulder, smiling so hard she thought she might come apart. Her scars creased and puckered in her dimples, and she was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

awww this very small girl stormed past my house shouting “BUT I’M SUPERMAN” 

And her mum was walking behind her and just said in the most weary tone “Yes but even Superman gets run over by cars if he doesn’t hold mummy’s hand”

Superman practicing good traffic safety is what I am all about

i don’t wanna love you | yoongi pt.2

Originally posted by nnochu

genre: fluff, angst, smut (previous part), college!au

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 4,636 words (short sorry!!)

description: just because he had fallen out of love with you, didn’t mean you had with him.

warning: swearing, i think lol


After the first month you still held hope. Hope that he would realise what a mistake he had made and would run to you, or phone you, hell even text you. You pretended that you knew it was over, that he wasn’t going to come back, to everyone around you but deep down you prayed. At night you would look for shooting stars, or you would look up at the moon and beg it to grant you one wish. That he would love you still. You didn’t think it was much to ask, but then again not even the moon was powerful enough to change the way Yoongi feels. Only he can do that.

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Okay, so I know that we are all thinking what shit friends the girl group are being with Sana, like stop fucking leaving her out. And we are all freaking out about Noora and Yousef talking, like bitch step away from Sana’s man.

BUT I think the big point everyone is missing out on, is that on the metro, we could see Sana standing on her own, the rest of the boys and girls in a group. Yousef must have seen this as well because HE went out of his way, to go and talk to her. He saw that she wasn’t with them and he actually cared enough about her to go and talk with her. He wanted to involve her. Yousef was enjoying her company and wanted to carry on their conversation. The only reason it didn’t continue was because of Sana’s Mum calling. You can see that as she turns around to talk to her mum, Yousef watches her walk away and reluctantly goes back to the group. He was hoping that he could make this joking comment and then develop the conversation. YOUSEF ACAR IS SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH SANA BAKKOUSH.

First Impression*

Anonymous: can u make more modeling imagines?? like how harry meets y/n and he feels like she is familiar but cant remember. and when they are like hanging in tour bus or backstage etc (1d does exist) one of the boys finds her cover of like it being revealing. and so on

I’ve changed this up a bit so it fits in with the series!


You and Harry had been dating for a few months now and this was the first time you were going to meet the boys. Harry invited you on a couple of tour dates and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

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so, something pretty horrible happened to me today. 

i really contemplated on if i really should talk about this on tumblr, but from this experience, i want as many people to know what to do if this happens. 

so, nothing too bad happened, i wasn’t touched or harmed, but i could have been

basically, me and a friend (who i will keep anonymous because this is her private story as well) were coming back from a shopping mall via tram and whilst we were on said tram, (keep in mind that we are both asian and that i am currently only 14 and she was a few years older than me) an old, white man (probably 8-9 times older than me) had started talking (often directed towards us) about how he loved chinese people, specifically, young chinese girls, and that “we had very nice legs” and a lot of other extremely pedophilic comments that made us both very uncomfortable. he had even presumed that we did not speak english and started (prompted by the middle aged, white man sitting next to him) to say things to us like “ni hao” (hello in chinese), waving wildly at as and trying to converse with us as well as saying many, many extremely racist remarks. 

so, eventually, we decided to hop off the tram and walked to the nearest food store (hiding) where we were intending on meeting my friend’s mum where she was supposed to pick us up. but instead, we see the same man walk into this store and in the moment, we were so very frightened and didnt know what to do, because simply, we thought it was over, but it wasn’t. We went to a different store where again, waited for my friend’s mum

after her mum arrived, we walked out of the store where again, we see this man walking down the street (i don’t know what for) and like the hero she was, my friend’s mum went to tell him off (with another friend of hers). They ended up filing a report at the police station, but i was driving home back then.

so, if this happens to you, please

- go/stay in a crowded place

- tell someone or get someone to help you, even if you’re not sure if this person is a threat, do not risk it. please 

- if you’re alone, call someone

- don’t be afraid to defend yourself, whether physically or verbally (something we failed to do)

- go inside a shop, the people working there will help you, unless they’re completely heartless

- try not to show fear (hard, i know, but try) because this person might sense your fear and continue to ‘harrass’ you

- ignore them, don’t reply, don’t answer their questions, don’t give them a reason to keep talking to you.

so, everyone, please, please be careful. the most scary part is that i was almost going to take the tram alone and i, without any experience, would not have known what to do. so thank god i was with a friend. 

i know that i might be being a bit dramatic, but to me, this was my first experience like this (and it left me in tears). so, sorry!!

The girl no one noticed 2 || D.H.

A/N: I wrote a little second part to this story. This week so damn stressful for me and I’m just glad it’s Friday now.

Word Count: 1.1K

POV: Dan


Originally posted by shinyphan

“Who are you?”

I couldn’t stop staring at her or at all those amazing things in her room. A small smirk played with Y/n’s lips. She knew that most people would never get to know her well enough to see this side of her. There was barely anybody who knew her like this and that was the way she wanted it to be.

What I didn’t know was that she had decided that I was worthy enough to find out a bit more about who she really was. Little by little.

“Do you want to order some food now?” she asked instead of answering my question and unlocked her phone.

We decided to get some pizza and after it arrived we devoured it sitting on her bed. We even started talking about school, complained about teachers and we also talked about our favourite bands. I couldn’t stop mentioning how amazing her room was and how much I loved Green Day and playing video games.

After eating as much as she could Y/N asked me if I wanted her last two slices of pizza and I gladly took them.

“We should probably start with the assignment.” Y/N then said, holding her full belly.

It took us  three full hours to finish our presentation on the book. I tried to distract her a lot and constantly fooled around but I think I was also helpful from time to time.  

“Can we please play The Last of us 2 now?” I pleaded, after Y/N had written down the last sentence. She put away all of her notes and pens and finally closed her book.

I was stretched out on her bed, feeling extremely exhausted. I was in desperate need of a break and some fun. After concentrating for three straight hours my brain had become useless.

“Fine.” She gave in, unable to hide a smile as she turned on her TV and PS4.

“Catch!” She then shouted after she had thrown a controller at me. Since she didn’t warn me early enough I wasn’t able to react soon enough. The hard controller hit my chest and I yelped in pain. Y/N stuck her tongue out at me and giggled, making it impossible for me to be mad at her.

She sat down next to me on the bed, we both had a controller in our hands. As we were fighting zombies our knees and shoulders accidently brushed a couple of times but I didn’t want to move away and neither did she.

I felt like electricity was rushing through my body every time we touched and it was a feeling a had never experienced before.

I totally forgot that time was something that existed while being with her. While we were having fun playing, it was already getting dark outside. At 7pm there was a knock on the door to her room. The sudden noise made me jump in fear because I was focusing so hard on escaping from a few zombies. Sitting in a dark room wasn’t helping either.

“Come in.” Y/n shouted, after she had recovered from the shock. A little squeal had actually left her mouth as the knock on the door jump scared us.

A middle-aged woman walked into the room. She had the same hair colour and height as Y/N.

“Honey, I am h-“ she started but stopped as her eyes landed on me. There was surprise written all over her face.

“I didn’t know that we have a visitor.” She smiled, her eyes were filled with curiosity. I guess Y/N didn’t invite a lot of people over to her house.

I got up to introduce myself to Y/N’s mum. “Hi, my name is Dan.” I politely said, shaking her hand.

“Y/N never told me about her charming boyfriend.” Mrs Y/L/N raised an eyebrow and smiled.

I could hear Y/N groan in the background. I glanced over my shoulder to look at her. She was still sitting on her bed, her cheeks bright red.

“Muuumm!” she groaned in embarrassment much to her mother’s amusement.

“We- we are like uhm. We are not uhm dating.” I stuttered, not sure if what I said even made sense.

“Sure.” Mrs Y/L/N said with a wink. “Why don’t you stay for Dinner, Dan?” she then added and I gladly accepted her kind offer.

“Sorry for my mum, she’s just excited that I invited somebody over.” Y/N apologized as soon as the middle-aged lady had left the room to prepare dinner.

“Yeah.. don’t worry.” I awkwardly told her, as I plopped down next to her on the bed again.

“I don’t know why she thought we are dating.” Y/N added, avoiding my eyes.

“Right? Crazy idea.” I continued, scratching the back of my neck.

“Totally.” Y/N agreed, looking up from the ground.

And then it happened. In the matter of a second. I saw the beautiful colour of her eyes shortly before our lips got so close they were touching. We were both surprised by our own actions. It felt like my body was a ticking time bomb that exploded as soon as her lips finally met mine.

The explosion tore down a wall somewhere inside my body that had previously captured some of the most fantastic emotions and they were all free now. I had never felt like this before. It was the first time ever that I felt that wholesome.

It was like my brain was smiling while our lips moved against each other.

Her hand quickly travelled to my cheek as she deepened the kiss.

I had never thought it was possible for my heart to beat that fast, but it did.

Then the downfall. The low after the high.

“Dinner is rea-“ I heard somebody shout. Y/N quickly pulled away. Her mother stopped in the middle of her tracks. She was halfway through the door still holding the door handle.

“I’m so sorry.” She genuinely apologized as Y/N buried her face in her hands out of embarrassment.

“Dinner is ready.” Her mother quickly repeated before she headed out of the room.

As soon as she left we suddenly busted into laughter. Both of our cheeks were bright red and it was such an absurd situation. We had kissed! And then her mother interrupted us… We were too speechless to say anything, so we laughed. And that was enough. 

After we had calmed down we walked downstairs to not let her mum wait too long. On the way, I shyly took Y/N’s hand.  

As soon as we sat down on the dinner table Y/N’s mum looked at her daughter and then at me.

“Not dating, huh?” she then asked, cocking one eyebrow.

Sibling Rivalry

Originally posted by angiesrx78

i randomly got the idea of making up a brother for harry and gemma and decided i should write it and post it now since it’s harry’s birthday, i hope you enjoy x

“You ready?” Harry asked, loading the last suitcase into the back of his range rover.

“Yeah,” I nodded as I watched him close the trunk.

“Alright, let’s go.” He smiled, gesturing to the car.

Harry’s birthday was tomorrow and he and I were going to spend it with his family. It had been a while since we both had seen them, and we were all excited. Gemma even picked on Harry and said she was looking forward to seeing me more than she was to see him. Harry put his stuff in the car and then came to pick me up, and now we embarked on our about three and a half hour journey. We stopped to get some lunch, then went on our way.

After jamming to music and playing eye spy for a bit, which was Harry’s idea, we finally arrived at Anne and Robin’s house. We got out of the car and got our stuff, but before we could walk to the front door, Gemma bolted out if the house and hugged me tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much, (y/n). I’m so happy you’re here!” Gemma squealed.

Harry crossed his arms. “Glad to know you really do prefer my friends over me.”

Gemma rolled her eyes as she let go of me and hugged her brother. “I missed you too Harry, you know that.”

Gemma helped us bring in our stuff, Anne grinning at us as we walked in.

“Oh my goodness, (y/n), you just get more gorgeous by the day.” Anne said as she hugged me.

“I could say the same to you,” I complimented her as I hugged her back.

“Even Mum likes her more than me.” Harry all but whined.

Anne chuckled, walking over to Harry and hugging him. “Now, Harry, you know I love my children more than anything. (Y/n)’s just a really close second.”

Robin walked into the living room, looking nervous but trying to hide it. “Hello!”

“What’s going on Robin?” Harry questioned.

Robin sighed. “I know you expected it to just be the five of us, but your brother is coming as well.”

Harry’s confused look turned in to an angry one. “Since when was this planned?”

“Harry, don’t be like that,” Anne said almost sadly. “It was last minute, but Robert wants see you on your birthday just like we do.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“Wait, you guys have a brother?” I asked.

Gemma nodded. “Yeah, he’s the middle child and we haven’t really seen much of him lately. He didn’t even come here for Christmas, though he was supposed to.”

“He was in Ireland and couldn’t get a flight out here as they cancelled most of them because of the weather.” Anne explained.

“Likely story,” Harry mumbled.

Anne tapped his shoulder lightly with the back of her hand. “Enough, let’s be nice, yeah?”

Harry sighed. “Yes, Mum.”

A while after that, Anne and Gemma made lunch for everyone, insisting that Harry and I not help because we were guests. Though, she was a guest too, but I just did as she asked instead if bringing that up. Anne said we had about fifteen minutes until it would be ready, so Harry, Robin, and I sat in the living room watching tv. There was a knock at the door, and I could tell Harry was definitely not looking forward to seeing who was on the other side.

“Hello, Robert!” Robin said when he opened the door. “Come on in.”

When he came in I was in shock. He was really handsome. He had short brown hair, similar to Harry’s but a bit shorter as Harry’s had grown out some, and he had a bit of gel in it unlike Harry. Harry didn’t even look in his direction, but Robert looked over at us and smiled wide.

“Hello, baby brother!” Robert all but sang, causing Harry to cringe. Robert took off the sunglasses he had on,which were definitely unnecessary, and looked at me. “Who is this beautiful woman you have sitting next to you?”

Harry looked like he was getting more irritated by the second. “This is (y/n).”

“Ah, it is so nice to meet you,” Robert said as we shook hands. “How long have you known Harry? A couple months?”

“More like four years,” I corrected him.

Robert looked at Harry and I in shock. “Is that so? How is this the first time we’ve met?”

“Maybe because you’re never around, you–”

“Dinner is ready!” Gemma interrupted Harry. I laughed at her timing.

“Gemma! How are you, my gorgeous big sister?” Robert said as he hugged her.

“I’ve been great, and yourself?” She said politely.

“I’ve been well,” He nodded.

We all got some dinner and sat in the living room as we ate, making small talk.

“So, what have you been doing?” Gemma asked Robert.

“I’ve actually just finished up filming my second movie.” Robert said proudly.

“Of fucking course he has,” Harry muttered as he scowled.

“Really? In only a year? That’s lovely!” Anne said, hugging her son. “I’m so proud of you, Robby.”

“Thanks, Mum.” Robert smiled. “So, what have my siblings been up to, hm?”

“Well, I write articles for a site called The Debrief and I also write for Mtv and other websites too.” Gemma told him.

“That’s awesome, Gem! You’ve always been such a talented writer, I knew you’d go on to do great things.” Robert complimented. “And you, Harry?”

Harry completely ignored him, eating his food and acting as if his brother wasn’t even here.

“Uh, he’s finished up filming Dunkirk, and he did a cover and spread for Another Man Magazine, and he’s working on his solo music and stuff now.” I spoke for him.

“Ah, that’s nice.” Robert said. “And what are you? Are you his publicist?”

“Oh, no,” I laughed. “I’m just with him a lot. Plus, he helps me write songs because I’m a singer too.”

“Well isn’t he lucky? He gets to work with you.” Robert grinned at me.

“I’m not feeling well, I’m going to go lie down.” Harry told everyone as he got up from beside me, taking his plate to the kitchen then going upstairs.

When everyone was finished eating, Gemma and I decided to do the dishes, telling Anne to take a well deserved break.

“So, Gem, what’s up with Harry and Robert?” I asked her, taking the plate she just washed and drying it. “Harry seems like he despises him.”

“They’ve had this sibling rivalry ever since they were young. Whenever Harry did something, Robert had to one up him. And he do whatever it took to do it. As you could probably tell, he likes to charm his way around, and Harry hates how fake he sounds.” Gemma explained.

“Wow,” I sighed. “I literally had no clue about that. Or him, for that matter.”

Gemma nodded. “I’m not surprised, Harry never brings Robert up because of how much he dislikes him. That’s why he’s upset he’s here and keeping to himself. He’s probably afraid Robert’s going to take his spotlight on his birthday.”

“We won’t let that happen, right?” I wondered. “I mean, I wouldn’t want Harry’s day to be anything but amazing.”

“I feel the same way,” She agreed. “We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen.”

Soon after, Gemma and I were finished and the dishes were put away. She made tea for us both, offering some to Anne and Robin, but they said they said they were going to bed. We sat and talked in the kitchen for a while, then right when Gemma said she was going to bed as well, Robert came in.

“You going to bed, Gem?” Robert asked her.

“Yeah, I’m tired from traveling and everything.” She told him.

“Alright, well goodnight,” He said as he hugged her.

“Goodnight,” She said back, going upstairs.

“So, what is a stunning girl like you doing hanging around with a guy like my brother?” He asked me, making me raise my eyebrows.

“Um, I’m not sure what you mean by that.” I lied.

He chuckled. “What I meant is, what do you see in him exactly?”

I gave him a look. “Excuse me?”

He sighed. “Look, all I’m trying to say is, if you’re trying to be with Harry then don’t bother. There are guys out there than can treat you much better than he can. Like me, for example.” I just stood there in shock. “Go out with me, and I’ll prove it to you.”

“Why the hell am I not surprised?”

I sighed in relief as Harry walked into the kitchen, a smug but angry look on his face.

“You know, (y/n) and I are actually together, but if we weren’t, there’s no chance in hell she’s do anything with you.” Harry slighted.

Robert laughed. “Really? Because she was about to agree to go on a date with me before you rudely interrupted us.”

“Cut the shit,” Harry spat. “I heard the whole thing, and she didn’t seem the least bit interested in you. And why would she be? You’re nothing but a dickhead that kisses ass to get what you want, and the only reason you try your damnedest to beat me at everything is because of how jealous you are of me.”

Robert scoffed. “Me? Jealous of you? Please, it’s you that’s jealous, Harry. You’ve always wanted what I had, ever since we were kids.”

“Really? Is that why you’re trying to flirt with my girlfriend? Because I want what you have?” Harry crossed his arms, waiting for Robert to reply.

“Look,” I spoke up. “Think we should all just go to bed, arguing isn’t going to solve anything.”

“No, actually, Robert was about to leave.” Harry countered.

Robert gave Harry a look. “And what makes you think I’m going to do that?”

“Because if you don’t we’ll have a big problem.” Robin said as he, Gemma, and Anne all came in. Robert looked at everyone in shock.

“I cannot believe you,” Anne said disappointingly. “How dare you treat Harry and (y/n) this way. You should be ashamed.”

Robert started to look sad, but then a slightly angry look appeared on his face. “And everyone wonders why I never come around anymore.”

“That’s your own damn fault and no one else’s,” Harry glared  at him. “Now, get your things and go.”

The next morning, I came downstairs and saw Harry helping Anne with breakfast, Gemma and Robin drinking coffee and talking. I quietly walked up behind Harry and hugged him.

“Happy birthday!” I cheered.

He laughed, turning around and hugging me properly. “Thanks, lovely.”

“So, um, I have a question.” I said.

“Shoot,” He grinned.

“Why did you say I was your girlfriend last night?” I watched as he started to blush.

“Oh, I just said that so he’d, uh, leave you alone.” He shrugged.

“Sure.” I drawled out.

“Why else would I have done it?” He messed with his hair.

“I don’t know,” I said putting my finger on my chin. “Maybe, because you like me?” Robin, Gemma, and Anne tried to hold in their laughter.

Harry hesitated. “Well what if I do?”

“Then, maybe we should do something about it. Like go on a date?” I proposed.

“Maybe I’d like that,” Harry beamed.

“Quit saying ‘maybe’, and just go out tonight.” Gemma insisted, earning laughs from everyone.

“I think we should listen to your sister.” I said as I put my arms around Harry, and him doing the same to me.

“I think so, too.” He winked.

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I’m Gonna be a Big Brother

Michael walked in, stressed and drained from work, but seeing his four year old son, Theodore, come running to greet him made a smile spread on his face.

“Daddy!” He cried as Michael bent down to pick him up.

“Hey bud, how was your day?”

“Good.” He exclaims, his tiny fingers playing with his dad’s suit.

“Good, yeah? Well, what’d you do?” Michael asks, walking him further through the house, looking for you. You were upstairs cleaning and hadn’t even heard Michael come home.

“I got a new toy.” He says, struggling to get down to show him his new truck. He brings it back over, Michael crouching to Theodore’s height as he shows it off.

“Wow, that’s really cool. Did Mummy get that for you?” He asks, holding it for a second. He watches his son nod as he takes it back. “What’d you get that for?” Michael asks curiously.

“I’m gonna be a big brother!” 

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Jack pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before he knocked on the door of his parents’ suite. Dad was going to be pissed that he had left early without saying goodbye, and Mum would be disappointed in him, which was worse. His entire body ached from sleeping on the sofa. At some point while cuddling Gigi he’d fallen asleep. When he’d woken up she was gone and he’d barely had time to take a quick shower and throw on clean clothes before this brunch appointment with the family. He pushed his worries about Gigi out of his head, took an instant to check buttons and zippers, and then knocked.

A few moments later, Juniper opened the door.

“You’re early,” he said, not hiding the surprise in his voice. He still wasn’t used to Juniper coming to family events, though she’d been around more in the last year than she had for the several previous ones. And he couldn’t remember the last time she had been early to anything.

“You’re late,” she replied, turning away from the door, “but Gemma’s not here yet, so you should escape unscathed.”

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Mum, I loved her.// Draco x Reader.

Title: “Mum, I loved her,” 

Prompt: “Why does it hurt so much?” “Because it was real.”

 Paring: Draco x Reader 

Warning(s): Sad Draco???? Maybe Death?

History was being made. The battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort was there. Y/N was currently standing by Draco as Hagrid brought a dead Harry Potter into everyone’s sight. She grabbed for Draco’s hand, needing comfort. He was in a black looking suit, as she was in a pair of black jeans and a black shirt, matching his attire. 

“Y/N, you need to remember to stay close, okay?” Draco said looking down at the shorter girl, she nodded. 

He was way taller than her, not that she was any younger than Draco, maybe by a month. They were still in the same year, and everything, yet she was still extremely tiny compared to him. 

As they listened to Voldemorts speech, she realized, this was the moment. She was going to lose her best friend and lover to a man without a nose. To the Dark Lord. She didn’t want to let Draco go, but she heard his father speak up, “Draco,” he said, looking at Draco, stretching out his arm. Draco didn’t move, he simply looked at his best friend. Lucius tensed, worried his only son, and wouldn’t join him. Draco matured, trying not to follow every command, which he didn’t. He didn’t always follow his father’s command, but he’ll follow his mothers. 

“Draco,” her soft voice rang from across the corridor, she paused for a slight second, “Come.” She said, Draco looked down at the small girl, “Draco please, no.” Y/N pleaded, “Please don’t leave me.” She cried softly, Draco disconnected their hands, walking towards his mum. Her eyes filled with tears, watching her best friend walk away. Voldemort hugged Draco, Y/N’s eyes were still watering, “Anyone else?” Voldemorts voice said, booming around the area, no one stepped up, except Neville.

 “I have something to say,” Neville began, Voldemort was physically uncomfortable. Neville gave his speech about how Harry is gone, how we lose people every day. He was right. We lost people every day.

 Time passed. Tons of time. Draco thought, Y/N would come back. Would find him, but she never came, so he waited a couple days, before he heard the news. His mum walked into his room, the green curtains we closed and he was asleep on his huge bed, “Draco, love, please get up.” She whispered, he turned away from her, so she lad beside her, just like Y/N would, “I have bad news,” she began, “It’s about Y/N.” His eyes shot opened and he looked at her. “What?” he asked, his mum looked down, trying to avoid her sons grey eyes. “A professor called,” she stated, “She said, Y/N has passed.” His mum’s eyes filled with tears, she always loved Y/N, Y/N wouldn’t ever miss a Malfoy family event, and she as always over during breaks. Y/N made Draco the happiest man alive, and now she’s gone. “Mum, you’re joking.” Draco chocked out, “You’re lying to me.” He felt the tears he was trying to hold back, fall. “No, love. I wish I was, but she died. Professor said, Voldemort killed her, she got in his way.” Narcissa said, holding Draco’s face in her hands. He cried as she held him. “It’s my fault,” he mumbled, “If I didn’t join Voldemort and his rubbish defense, she would be her.” He cried out. “Mum, I loved her.” He said, crying even harder, “I know.” She whispered, “Why does it hurt so much?” he asked, as his heart broke even more, “Because it was real.” She answered, kissing his forehead, “She loved you,” she said, holding him until they both fell asleep.

A/N: I was reading Alan talk about Snape as i was writing this. Also, this kind of sucks, i wish it was better but whatever. I need to chill with the Draco lmao. But please send me requests and stuff like that!

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Blogmas day 2 but part one of something that will probably go on a bit longer than blogmas. I hope you enjoy it.


Y/N is a single parent living in London. With a job to juggle, an awkward co-parenting situation and an 18 month old baby boy she could really do with a hand and when Harry makes an entrance in her life maybe she’ll get just that. 

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‘Come on Alfie baby, please.’ Y/N begged her 18-month-old baby boy like she used to beg her mum for money to go out for the night. She tried to put him in the pram but his flailing limbs and ear-splitting, heart-breaking screams were making it impossible. If she’d tried hard enough she probably could have managed but she didn’t want to. Y/N was tired and worn out as well and she just wanted Alfie to settle and this clearly wasn’t going to do it. She wanted to cry and if her mum wasn’t standing in the living room doorway watching her struggle in the small hallway where Alfie’s shrill cries were reverberating off every wall, she probably would have done.

She sighed, the sign that she’d given up and Alfie seemed to know that too because he instantly seemed to calm. He hiccupped a few times as his breathing settled and his cries turned to shallow sobs. Y/N put her large kit bag in the seat of the pram and rested Alfie on her hip, his small head leaning on her shoulder and burrowing into her neck where he found the most comfort. She could feel his damp cheek on her own jaw line as he settled in and she felt the guilt she always felt when he cried and screamed.

‘What have you been feeding him?’ Y/N asked her mum quietly but her voice scalding and accusatory. Alfie was gripping her shirt now in his small fists. Her mother stepped forward her folded arms falling by her side.

‘Only what you left for him.’ Her mum told her but Y/N didn’t believe her and the way she raised her eyebrows made her mother aware of that.

‘No chocolate buttons?’ She was trying to make light of it but if the answer was what Y/N suspected she wasn’t going to be particularly happy. She’d told her mother so many times he wasn’t to keep having chocolate buttons. He might enjoy them at the time but her mother was never there to deal with the come down, now she’d witnessed the meltdown that always followed sugary treats with Alfie, maybe she’d realise Y/N wasn’t overreacting.

‘Maybe.’ Her mother admitted. Y/N rolled her eyes sighing so deeply that Alfie stirred. She hushed him bouncing him ever so slightly. He sighed deeply as he closed his eyes again and snuggled in the warm familiarity of his mother.

‘Mum,’ Y/N moaned, ‘he’ll be so cranky, he’s got to go to Josh’s you know what he’s like.’

‘That man needs to lighten up.’ Her mother announced and although Y/N knew she was right she raised her eyebrows at her. Josh had fathered her child and nothing more, but unlike Y/N who had come to terms with it all and was making the best of it and loving and enjoying bringing up her little boy, Josh seemed to resent the product of his drunken mistake. He did the bare minimum he had to, just enough to still earn the title ‘Daddy’, for Alfie to love him how a son of eighteen months loves his father, but nothing more. ‘I’m sorry love, I just can’t resist seeing his smile when I give them to him.’

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Change Of Plans

Emma Swan!Mother X Reader

Word Count: 841

Requested: Anon

Request: So I love Emma/daughter stories so I wanna ask for my own. Before the series starts Emma got back her kid/Henrys sister because she was financially stable and she was never adopted. So like what would happen in the pilot episode if Emma has her daughter who also doesn’t believe in the fairytale stuff. I imagine the car crash would be more severe 😬

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(Y/N/N) - Your Nick Name

“Hey (Y/N/N) you awake!” Your mum called through the house before she heard you walking towards her.
“Hey mum!” You called as you hugged her. “Come on! I want to show you something!” You pulled her into the kitchen where there was a cake on the counter. “(B/S/N) helped me make it!”
“Really? Thank you!” she smiled opening her arms for a hug. “Come on you have to light the candles and make a wish!” You mum smiled before walking round the counter and doing as you said, as soon as she blew out the candles there was a knock at the door, she looked over at you before gesturing for you to stay there and then going to the door.
“Can I help you?” You heard your mum ask at the door.
“Are you Emma Swan?” Another voice asked.
“Yeah.” Your mum answered.
“My names Henry, I’m your son.” the voice said. Your eyes widened you mum had told you that you had a brother and you understood that it would probably be unlikely that you’d ever meet him.
“Kid! Kid!” Your mum called after the person and before long there was a boy standing a little ways away from you. “I don’t think you have the right person! Where are you, parents?”
“10 years ago did you give 2 kids up for adoption?” the boy Henry asked. “I was one of them.”
“Give me a second.” Your mum said before going into the bathroom.
“You must be my sister,” Henry said turning to you.
“Yeah I’m (Y/N)” You introduced yourself sticking your hand out and he took it shaking it.
“Do you have any orange juice?” Henry asked.
“Yeah.” You nodded walking over to the fridge, your mum walked out happy to see you both getting along but still confused as to how Henry had found you.
“We should get going,” Henry said.
“To where?” Your mum asked.
“I want you to come home with me.” Henry smiled. Henry convinced your mum to take him home, which meant that you were going with them.

“I’m hungry do you want to stop somewhere?” Henry asked from the front seat of the car as you looked out the window.
“This isn’t a road trip we’re not stopping off for snacks.” Your mum answered.
“Why not?” Henry asked.
“Stop complaining kid, I could still put you on a bus.” Emma threatened and you leant back knowing your mum wasn’t going to do that and Henry opened a book in the front of the car. “What’s that?”
“I don’t think you’re ready,” Henry said.
“For fairytales?” You asked.
“They’re not fairytales they’re real.” Henry assured, “everything in this book actually happened.”
“I don’t think so…” You mumbled.
“Of course they did.” You mum said at the same time.
“Use your superpower see if I’m lying,” Henry ordered and the glanced at him.
“Just because you believe it’s true doesn’t mean it is.” Your mum said.
“That’s exactly what makes it true, you should know more than anyone,” Henry argued.
“Why is that?” Your mum asked.
“Because you’re in this book,” Henry answered and you frowned/
“Oh, kid you got problems.” Your mum noted.
“Yeah, and you’re going to fix them,”  Henry assured.

It was late when you and your mum were finally on the way back home, you were sitting in the front seat. “Mum he left his book.” You mumbled pointing to the back seat you mum glanced back but that was all it took before the car was swerving before you knew it you were thrown out of the car and your mum was unconscious having smacked her head on the window.

When you opened your eyes again you were faced with white walls and a lot of pain. “Mum!” You called.
“Hey there, calm down it’s okay, you’re at the hospital, you and your mum were in a crash do you remember that?” The doctor asked.
“There was a wolf… In the road.” You said.
“Good. Can you tell me your name?” He asked.
“(Y/N).” You answered, “where’s my mum!?” You asked.
“She’ll be here soon okay?” He asked and he watched as you seemed to calm down. “We’re going to give you something for your pain okay?”
“Yeah. What’s wrong with me?” You asked.
“Well you’ve broken your arm and you’ve got a concussion but apart from that you’ll be okay.” He answered.
“(Y/N/N)!?” Your mum called as she walked into the room.
“Mum!” You called as she walked over.
“Is she okay!?” You mum asked.
“Just a broken arm and concussion, you’ll be able to pick her up later today.” The doctor smiled and your mum nodded.
“How are you feeling?” Your mum asked.
“I’m okay.” You answered.
“I have to do something for Henry’s mum and then we can go home okay?” She asked and you nodded.
“Yeah okay, guess there’s a change of plans.” You mumbled and she gave a soft laugh.
“I guess.” She agreed.

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Too Gifted.// Fred Weasley x Reader

Title: Too Gifted.

 Prompt: Person A is dead, and Person B can see dead people. & “I’m Sorry I miss him too.”

 Paring: Fred x Gifted! Reader. 

Warning(s): Fred’s death, sadness. Tears. The reader being able to see dead people. 

“I love you,” was the last thing the red headed boy could remember other then when she left. “I love you too, until death.” He smiled down at her, she kissed his lips softly, “I need to go, I’ll miss my train.” She looked up at him once she pulled away, “Alright, I love you, love.” He yelled as she ran to the train, “I love you too!” she yelled back. Hours passed as Y/N was on the train. 

Y/N was a half-blood Gryffindor on her second to last year. She had to leave Hogwarts, because of Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. She knew about the war, she knew what comes out of war. She fought about stay for Fred with her parents. She lost the argument. 

She was sitting at the dining table in her house, “Mum, do you have anything to eat?” she asked, her mum was making a pie for Molly and Ginny, “You can make something to eat if you want.” Her mum said, Y/N nodded going to the fridge, getting a salad her mum made for lunch. 

Sleep. Sleep is all she wanted, but she wasn’t getting that. She kept feeling pains. She kept seeing Fred. Molly and Ginny were coming to see them soon; maybe they’ll know something to help. “Mum,” she yelled out, her mum walking to her room, “Love?” she asked, as Y/N watched her father walk into her room, “When are the Weasleys coming down?” Y/N asked, “Um, maybe noon.” Her father said, obviously hiding something, Y/N nodded. “Do you mind staying in here mum?” Y/N asked, “Of course, baby.” 

Y/N fell asleep quickly. Not waking up until noon, as she heard Molly’s’ voice. A smile spread to her face, “George will you please go find Ginny?” Molly asked, I heard footsteps walk across the downstairs area. Y/N got up and put on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. She brushed her hair out, walking down her stairs; she smiled at everyone before it faded quickly. 

“Where’s Fred?” she asked, Molly looked up at Y/Ns mum. “I’m sorry,” Molly started, Y/Ns father looked down, “Fred died during the Battle of Hogwarts.” He stated, she looked at George and Ginny, “N-N-No he didn’t.” Y/N stuttered, “I saw him yesterday before boarding the train, he-e-e was fine when I left.” She whimpered as tears came to her eyes. “He promised to be okay,” she whispered. A tear fell down her cheek as Ginny hugged her. “I’m sorry, I miss him too.” Ginny muttered, holding onto Y/N, but what nobody knew was, Y/N was pregnant.

The ‘Other Daughter’

Klaus Mikaelson!Father X Reader    McCall Pack X Reader

Word count: 824

Warnings: Parent Death

There will most likely be a second part but let me know if you really want a second part and I’ll get it out quicker


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“I distinctly remember a sentence that went a little like ‘I don’t want any part of this’.” You mumbled down the phone to your Dad. “How did you even get this number?”
“I need your help.” You father, Klaus Mikaelson muttered down the phone.
“Yeah well I have my own problems.” You mumbled back before hanging up the phone, you looked over at the wall raising your eyebrows as a tear slipped down your cheek. “Another daughter.” You nodded before wiping away the tear and going to meet your friends.

You smiled as you walked into Scott’s house you sat next to Lydia and Malia. “What’s wrong with you?” Malia asked after sniffing a little.
“Hm? Nothing.” You answered leaning back in the chair.
“What’s wrong?” Lydia asked leaning back next to you, Malia following her lead a frown on her face.
“Nothing… My dad called.” You answered.
“That’s good right?” Lydia asked.
“No… He said he wants my help protecting my sister.” You mumbled.
“You have a sister!?” Malia asked.
“Apparently…” You mumbled. You heard your phone ringing and took it out. “Hello?”
“Hey (Y/N/N) why is your father at my door?” Your mum asked you assumed that she hadn’t invited him in yet because she was able to get a question in without the phone being snatched away from her.
“Apparently wants my help to save his other daughter.” You answered.
“Other daughter?” she asked and you could imagine her giving your father a pointed look as she spoke.
“Yeah, Look I’ll be home in a minute.” You sighed before standing up. Lydia stood up and took your phone and began speaking to your mum, your mum and friends got on very well and you thought that was both good and bad. Finally, Lydia finished talking to your mum and everyone except Stiles stood.
“What is going on?” You asked.
“We’re going to meet your dad,” Lydia smiled.
“Like hell.” You mumbled crossing your arms defiantly
“(Y/N) we aren’t going to let you do this alone,” Scott said coming to stand next to Lydia.
“Fine.” You glared at them before pointing at Stiles “he needs a bodyguard. Preferably a werewolf your bites are toxic to vampires.”

You jogged up the steps to house assuming that your mum had finally invited him in when you walked in you saw your mum was tied to a chair with your father stood behind her. “What the hell!?” You asked walking towards your mum only to be thrown back by your father.
“Because of you, we lost her!” Klaus growled.
“No, you lost her because of you, you can’t pick and choose when you enter her life!” Lydia argued.
“Hope was only a child,” Klaus answered.
“She was a child once too!” Stiles defended but your attention was now on the way that Lydia had tensed. You looked over at you mum and saw that Klaus was closer to her than before.
“No.” You whispered but it all happened so quickly from there.
“I lost something now you lose something too.” Klaus glared as he grabbed your mum’s head and her head snapped violently to the left and the crack became the loudest thing in the room. You dropped to your hands and knees and tears poured down your face, you didn’t even register the fight that had broken out all you know is that it suddenly when black.

You gasped as you sat up in the bed, you knew that you weren’t in Beacon Hills, the sounds and smells were different, you looked to see that Stiles was sat at the end of the bed and it all rushed back to you as the tears poured down your face, Stiles looked up and pushed his arms out in the gesture of a hug and you shot forward wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head in the crook of his neck as you cried, from there you could see the others in the room with you, they were all sat on the floor, Malia near the door, Liam and Scott sat under the window and Lydia was sat at the foot of the bed. “What do normal people do when they get this sad?” You asked and they all looked at you.
“They don’t act normal anymore,” Stiles answered as he rubbed your back.

“Well done brother you’ve made a mess yet again.” Elijah congratulated from his seat on the sofa.
“They refused to help,” Klaus said simply.
“You think killing her mum is going to help!?” Hayley asked.
“She had a right to refuse you! The same way you did to her.” Elijah argued. “Now the only people that can find your daughter hate you.”
Klaus hadn’t intended on causing all to much damage, he forgets that when he’s angry and then after he calms down he has to live with what he’s done and now the damage was irreparable.

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‘Wait Ava!’ Jade yelled as Ava turned away.  She could not let this opportunity pass her by, she could not let her Mum walk out of her life forever again.

‘Yes?’ Ava turned round slowly.  ‘What’s the matter Jenny?’  Ava studied Jade with renewed curiousity.  ‘You know it’s strange you remind me a lot of my-’ Ava stopped.

‘I remind you of who?’ Jade said carefully.

‘How are you friends with Grace and Holly again?’ 

‘I-We- I’m an old school friend of Holly’s’ Jade lied.  What a rubbish excuse!  Jade kicked herself mentally.  Of course Ava was going to see through that.

Ava’s eyes widened.  ‘I don’t remember you’

‘We weren’t close.  She was in different classes.  We just catched up at a cafe by coincidence and I offered to show them around Dronningslund.  I’m a local so know where to go around here.’ Jade babbled.

‘Okay’ Ava nodded, absorbing what Jade was saying.  This seemed plausible enough.  ‘It’s funny because you actually look a bit like my daughter Jade.’

‘Ha. Isn’t that funny?’ Jade tried to force a laugh.  ‘No, I’ve never met your daughter.’

#4 Thunder

“No, mommy! I can sleep on my own.” Little Darcy screamed to her mother who stood right across from her, their stature resembling - hands on hips and eyes narrowed - as they bickered over the issue.

“Darcy, there’s lightening going on outside, there might be a power cut; you wouldn’t be able to sleep alone.” Y/N argued back, looking over to her husband for help when Darcy still did not leave the stubborn demand.

“Mummy, I am five years old, five years.” Darcy exaggerated with wide eyes and stuck out five fingers right onto her mum’s face.“ I am not scared of the dark, and neither the lightening.”

“Thas ma girl.” Harry rasped out from the corner, passing a wink to his daughter. Darcy gave a toothed smile.

Y/N palmed her forehead.“ Do whatever you father-daughter wanna do. I am going to sleep!” She exclaimed out loud, picking up a plate to drop in the sink.

Y/N walked out of the dining room, and Harry gestured for Darcy to come close. He picked her up and made her sit on his knee, kissing her cheeks gently and he brushed her hair with his fingers.

“Darc, the thing is that it will be very scary to sleep alone in this weather, baby. It’ll be so dark, you won’t be able to see a thing and -”

“Daddy! Please, I wanna sleep alone. I am a big girl - don’t you say that I am a big girl?” Darcy whined, getting off her father’s lap and standing stiffly with crossed arms before him.

Harry sighed out loudly, joining hands in front of her. “Alright my big girl, you sleep alone, but then if there is some scary lightening or thunder going on, you do not come running to mummy-daddy’s room, okay?”

Darcy gave an unsure look for a moment, then biting her lip she stuck out her pinky finger in front of Harry. “Promise, I won’t get scared.”

Harry smiled and shook his pinky with her but inside all he could say to himself was - she is just as stubborn as her mother, dear lord.

Y/N walked back to the dining room, wiping her hand on the towel she held.

“I’ll tuck Darc in her bed now.” Harry announced and stood up from his chair, holding her hand in his.

“Goodnight, mummy. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Darcy said proudly, smiling at her mum innocently.

Y/N sighed but walked to her daughter, kissing and wishing her goodnight with a soft, warming smile.“ I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” She almost laughed.

Harry walked to Darcy’s room on the first floor, picking her up in his arms on the way as he made airplane noises and flew her into her room, Darcy giggles heard all along the way.

Y/N walked over to their own room in the ground floor, taking off the satin gown she wore to reveal a short night dress. She pushed the curtains of the windows aside, looking out to see the rain getting heavier with every minute and the sky illuminating with purplish lights.

Harry walked in after a few minutes while Y/N had settled on the bed, the covers pulled up to her chest. Harry too pepped out of the window and made wide eyes at her, quickly shutting the curtains and pretending to be all scared.

“Goodness, Y/N. Hold me in your arms; I’m scared!” He jumped into the bed and got under the covers, plopping his head in her lap.

“You are such a baby.“ She chuckled, kneading her fingers in his hair.

“Ohh, I am a baby. C'mon then, feed me. I’m hungry!” Harry giggled childlike, dropping the sleeve of Y/N’s gown abruptly.

Y/N’s eyes widened and she slapped Harry’s hand away, pushing him off of her lap as he burst into fits of laugh.

“Harry!” She chuckled loudly, setting back the sleeve in place.

“But honestly, I do think that this weather is quite romantic; what are your thoughts, Mrs. Styles?” Harry mused as he scoot closer, wrapping his arms romantically around his wife’s waist and bringing their faces so close; it’s almost irresistible to not kiss those pink lips of his when they are so near.

A loud thunder cackles behind causing Y/N to jump in his hold, the action making them end all the space between each other’s chest and their lips almost in contact.

“See?” Harry grinned even broad, his eyes wide in lust. “When was the last time you jumped like this in my arms, honey?”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheeks to keep herself from grinning back and in a way approve his fact. Instead, she brought her hands behind his neck and tugged at the roots of his hair in the end, watching as he closed his eyes and let out a delicious moan.

“Don’t make me wait then.” She replied and advanced to seal her lips over his, when suddenly the door opened with the most quietest creaking sound followed by a throat clearing that made the couple jump away from each other.

“Darcy?” Y/N, who faced the door, questioned the little figure standing by the bed post now.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Harry’s voice came up next as he turned his body to face her.

Darcy stood in silence for a moment, fiddling her fingers with the hem of her top and intently keeping her eyes fixed to the floor. Finally, she looked up, an unsure look coming out of her face on gazing at her parent’s confused face. Clearing her throat, she spoke.

“You know, I, um, was wondering if that sound coming from the outside had scared you; that th-thunder thing..?”

“Darcy, everything okay? Come here.” Harry pushed his legs off of the bed and gestured with open arms for Darcy to come close.

“Ofcourse, daddy! Everything’s okay, yeah, yes, it’s good.” Darcy recited the rest of her act of confidence laughing, as she with quick steps entered her father’s embrace. “I was just thinking if momma would be scared of that thunder gone by a few minutes ago. You were scared, mumma?”

Darcy looked over Harry’s shoulder to meet her mother’s face. Y/N understanding everything from her demeanor, kept on smiling and shook her head. “Nope, I’m all fine. Who’s scared?”

Darcy snorted at her mother in annoyance. She looked at her father for help. “Daddy, I know you didn’t like the thunder, right?” With big, pleading eyes Darcy looked at him and as she wrapped her arms around his neck, Harry couldn’t help but melt all inside.

“Yes, my girl, I am so, so scared right now; and you know what I want? I want that you sleep here with me and hug me tight so that I just don’t be scared anymore.” He kissed her both cheeks and smiled. Darcy’s eyes lighted up.

“Really? See, I could tell you weren’t able to sleep just as I walked in!” The smile on her face was unstoppable. She looked behind at her mother with puffed nose and narrowed eyes. “Some people just try to act like they’re brave.”

“Look who’s talking.” Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes, as Harry brought Darcy between him and Y/N on the bed and pulled up the comforter to their chests.

“Good night, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Darcy’s giggles wouldn’t stop as she looked between her mum and dad in amusement, her little hands trying to hold both of them.

Y/N and Harry laughed along and together bent down to kiss her temple.

“Love you.” They said aloud in unison.

“Ah, I love you too.” Darcy sighed in satisfaction and closed her eyes, snuggling into her mother’s side, while keeping her legs towards her dad’s, making sure to be in contact with both as she fell asleep not a minute later.

Harry turned over to switch off the lights, but before he could do that, Y/N pulled him close and pressed her lips to his in a short kiss and then pulled away to just slump on the pillow with a smile.

Harry blushed and touched his lips, before he too after switching off the lights, feel asleep with a prominent smile on his face.

Siriusxreader (❤️james/sister)

Please do a Sirius X reader imagine where he meets her at James’ house (she’s James’ sister who goes to a different school)

“Mum, when is James coming home?” Her mom turned around and stopped chopping the tomatoes. “Over about 30 minutes they arrive at the station, he is bringing a friend by the way. We have to pick them up really soon.” James never brought friends apart from Remus, you were nervous.. James was your twin brother and you didn’t want to leave a bad impression to his friend. “Is… remus coming?” You moved closer to your mum hoping that it was remus. “No, you also know him it’s Sirius I think you saw him for the last time when you were 12 years old and he is staying for the whole summer. And maybe longer..” Damnit.

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