After the war, Harry and Draco always seem to be together or near each other whether it be rebuilding Hogwarts, and Harry sometimes hears Draco singing to himself.
It’s quiet, so quiet that Harry struggles to hear the song and the tone of his voice, but what little he hears gives him gooseflesh. Every note and syllable seem to weave together as he quietly warbles, every line and verse become their own melody, every string of words so eloquently woven into this tapestry of a song. Harry stands in awe of it, barely swaying as Draco’s voice cascades from high notes to notes so baritone and low that Harry feels them in his bones, then from there climb back up the scale again ‘till his voice is as high and clear as tinkling glass.
Just, Draco singing and Harry unable to get enough of it.
This is my first imagine on this page. I’m very nervous I hope it doesn’t come out shitty. And I hope you guys like it! :)
Zach x Reader
“Get your approach Sarah!” Coach Matthews screamed. I heard that his wife divorced him so he’s not the happiest. Not to mention that volleyball championships is coming up so he needs the girls focused and ready.
“If we are going to take that City Championship trophy home we gotta focus. Half of you are not even paying attention.”
By him saying that, a bunch of girls snapped out of wherever they were thinking about.
“I don’t get why we have to sit here and watch them practice.” Justin sighed.
“Well that’s what happens when you stick every sport in sixth period and volleyball gets the gym first.” I stated. I didn’t mind that they had the gym though. Especially since Y/N was on the team. Something about her made me think different. She wasn’t your typical girl. She’s hilarious, every where she goes there’s always somebody standing right next to her laughing their ass off. While she chuckles beside them. She’s somebody who has caught my interest for a while now but I don’t have the balls to tell her anything. You would think I do…but you’re wrong.
“Y/N! Why don’t you show these ladies how it’s done.” Justin yelled. Making everybody turn in his direction.
Coach Matthews nodded. “Well it looks like your friend wants you to demonstrate what a proper approach and hit looks like. So why don’t you show them.”
A look of fear washed upon her face. As outgoing as she normally is, she hates when everybody has their attention on her.
“Uh.. s-sure yeah I guess.” She stuttered. She walked over to the other side of the court. We were sitting on the bleachers right next to her and she glared at Justin.
“Shove your dick in an ant hole.” She whispered. The whole basketball team started laughing. She was pissed now but she’ll get over it.
“Four, Four, Four!” She yelled. She jumped up and hit the ball extremely hard over the the other side of the net. We all cringed at the sound of the ball hitting her hand. As she landed back to the ground from jump her ass and ponytail bounces as if they were in unison.
“Good job Y/L/N. Since Y/N just made a great example. I’m pretty pleased now. I guess we can end practice here. You’re all dismissed.
Y/N was just about to walk out the gym doors when Justin interrupted. He knows I like her, that’s the only reason he’s being so talkative.
“You hit that ball super hard. Didn’t know you had it in you.” He chuckled elbowing my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
“Yeah normally I don’t hit that hard but this time I just imagined that the ball was your head.” She said with that big goofy smile wiped across her face. I laughed as Justin formed a fake pout.
“Ouch.” He said grabbing his heart.
“It’s all tough love Foley.” She said grabbing her volleyball bag.
“Bye Foley, Bye Dempsey.” She said turning around heading for the door.
“Y/N wait up!!” I said grabbing my backpack jogging to her. She turned around, stopping in her tracks and smiled at me.
“Yeah what’s up Dempsey?” She questioned releasing her hair from its high ponytail. Her hair cascaded down, passing her shoulders and she tucked a few strands behind her ear. The smallest things she did made her look like a goddess.
“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime?” I smiled, rubbing the back of my neck with my sweaty palm.
She slowly raised and eyebrow, knocking down any confidence I had in the process.
“Only if you want to you know, i’d understand if you wouldn-” I was interrupted by her soft voice.
“I’d love to Dempsey. I kinda have to go right now but text m- actually..” A small smile crept up on her face.
“Facetime me and we can talk about it more.”
I smirked in response. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”
I stated cockily.
“Great!” She said, flustered. She made her way to the door. “Don’t keep me waiting Dempsey!” She shouted as she exited the gym doors.
I chuckled to myself. I couldn’t keep her waiting if I tried. A dim shade of red crept upon my face as I replayed the situation in my head.
“Is Dempsey blushing?” Justin hollered slapping my shoulders. He gained a couple stares in our direction. “Shut the hell up Foley.” I laughed grabbing my bag getting ready to go home. Y/N’s smile never leaving my mind.
AN: I don’t really like how this went but who knows maybe i’m just being my own hater. Lmao let me know if you guys liked this because K kinda wanna make a part two. Thanks for reading ;)
The war had been over for weeks now, but that did not stop his heart from pacing when Feyre was late for their training session. She was never late, well not this late. His breath loosened when he found her in her old bedroom, now Nesta’s room, staring at the bathing room.
“Thinking of remodeling?”
She turned toward him, “Actually yes, but I’m not sure how.”
“Would this remodeling have anything to do with a certain demand of Nesta’s?”
He took a step back, in response to the scowl he was now receiving, before he had a chance to apologize.
“Nesta did not demand that I remodel the bathroom, she admitted a fear to me, one that I want to help her with.”
He stepped closer and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what Nesta’s fear was. He had always thought that the cauldron would look like a larger version of a soup pot not an iron bathing tub.
“How does she bathe?”
“She doesn’t, she uses buckets, much like we did when we lived in that hovel. Which is another reason why we need to remodel this bath.”
Nesta had kept this hidden from them for months. She demanded so much, no one ever thought that she would need to be taken care of. He never thought that he would not know of a simple need of hers. Her damn pride getting in the way of her needs. But it wasn’t her pride, no pride was the wrong word. She hid one of her weaknesses.
He thought back to a time when he hid his weaknesses. When he was a lonely bastard surviving in a camp and the local creek was too shallow to submerge in. Bastards could easily be marked by how dirty they were, never able to fully clean their wings in the shallow waters. He’ll never forget the day he found a hidden waterfall, he’ll never forget the feeling of standing there as the water washed away year’s worth of dirt and grim. He’ll never forget how the wind and the sun felt against his clean wings.
“We just need to create a waterfall for her.”
Feyre gaped at him.
He chuckled, “I’m more than just a good looking brute, I have been told I have a brain as well.”
She smirked, “Sorry, I forgot, it is so rare that you show us that you have any intelligence higher than the below-average brute.”
With help from Rhys and a few engineers from Helion, they redesigned the bathing room while Nesta was away performing her emissary duties for the Night Court.
I knew I needed a bath. It had been months and even with Amren’s magic trick and the use of buckets, I never felt clean. I had returned and already debriefed Rhys. Now all I wanted was to clean myself and sleep for days.
I held back a sob when I entered the bathing room. It was completely remodeled. Where the tub once stood was an open bay with glass doors. From high above water was cascading down, they had designed me a way to wash without submerging into a tub. Feyre’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“I was seriously contemplating running a river through this room. Cassian came up with the idea of a waterfall.”
“Just promise me next time you will tell us, let us help you.”
Tags: No Powers AU, Kindergarten Teacher!Darcy, Background Steve/Wanda, Pietro is a good uncle, OFC: Sofia Maximoff-Rogers, Awkward Flirting, The Five-Year-Old Ships it,
Sofia was relentless. “Ujak. Pietro. You have to meet her. Miss Darcy is the nicest. I love her.”
Pietro knew he was going to give in. He knew it was harmless.
But if one more person tried to set him up with someone, he was going to scream. Wanda was doing it. She had her daughter, his niece, doing it. Just because he hadn’t dated anyone in a while. In a year. And a half. Plus a month or two.
“Sophie…I’m sure she’s lovely…” Pietro began, reaching for the tiny plastic brush so he could detangle Rainbow Dash’s mane.
“She’s not lovely. She’s beautiful. I promise. You have to come pick me up from school tomorrow.”
He sighed. “I’ll go ask your mother if it’s alright…” Pushing himself up off the floor, he glanced back at his niece. She was almost the spitting image of Wanda. With a little of Steve thrown in for good measure. She certainly had her uncle wrapped around her finger.
He leaned back against the wall, feeling so entirely out of place with all these mothers waiting for their children. And he was fairly certain he was being checked out by some of them. He scooted closer to the smaller group of dads.
“PIETRO!” Sofia’s tiny voice belted louder than the rest of them as she ran out the door and into the school yard. “Miss Darcy said she’ll be out here in five minutes.”
“Sofia…” he lamented, sitting her down on a newly vacated bench. “I’m sure she’s much too busy to come meet me…”
She poked out her bottom lip. “But you have to meet her. You have to.”
“Five minutes,” he relented, sitting down on the bench beside her.
It was nearly eight minutes, actually.
But he would have to admit afterwards, it was worth the wait.
Sofia was right. Her teacher was beautiful. So beautiful that he nearly forgot his name when she came over to introduce herself. She had her hair up in a high ponytail, chestnut curls cascaded down her back. She had grayish-blue eyes and wide lips and when she talked, he couldn’t help but smile stupidly back at her.
“Ah, so you’re Sofia’s ujak? She talks about you all the time…I’m Miss Darcy…you can call me Darcy…” She grinned up at him as he shook her hand.
“Uhhh…Pietro…Pietro is my name…” he chuckled nervously. “Pietro Maximoff…I’m pleased to meet you.”
“You know…” Darcy said thoughtfully, still holding his hand. “Even though I knew you were Sofia’s mother’s twin, I thought you’d be much older for some reason…but you aren’t. You’re…” she clamped her mouth shut. “I am saying a lot of things…”
“And he’s SINGLE,” Sofia added, much to his chagrin.
SasuSaku Month - Day 6: Thank You || [Fanfic] Of Fights and Unexpected Events II
Title: Of Fights and Unexpected Events II
Notes: A continuation of yesterday’s story. There are some names of famous warlords from the Sengoku Era, if you know a bit about Japanese history, you’ll recognise them easily, if not, don’t worry, they’re not relevant for the plot. I hope you like it :)
OF FIGHTS AND UNEXPECTED EVENTS II
I’m having a date with Sasuke-kun today.
Ino glared through half closed eyes at the screen of her smartphone. Couldn’t that girl have thought it twice before sending her that type of text so early on a Sunday?
Solo comes to a stop at the edge of a crystal clear river that flows out of the grove. A waterfall tumbles down from the rocks that form a valley around the rushing river. As the waterfall meets the river, the water splashes high into the air, cascading rainbows across the water’s surface.
Elizabeth has never been anywhere so naturally beautiful.
She turns around as she hears a low strum from behind her and starts grinning as Solo walks towards her, strumming on a guitar. She feels happy tears prickle at the corners of her eyes and furiously blinks them away as she recognises the song he is playing. It’s the song from when they first met in Akira’s apartment, where he played backing music for her as she sung along. She cannot help but to join in with his playing:
“But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way? And tell me, did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find? And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?”