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Ribbons of Flame - Chapter One

Originally posted by chertovskii

A/N: I’m so unbelievably excited to finally be putting up chapter one of my very first ACOTAR fic for you all. I’ve had this idea for quite a bit and finally started writing it a few months ago. I’ve got four chapters written already, so if you want more please let me know. 

I basically thrive off comments and words of encouragement so if you want to read more or liked any part of this please let me know in anyway you can. 

I’m tagging: @crazybookladythings @high-lady-of-perranth @foxboy-lucien @revogybrad @night-and-stars-eternal @mayhemories @escapingtheconstrictingboxes @little-witchling-of-velaris @theoptomisticwolfgirl  @writtenbyourstruly @highladyfxyre @it-el @purpleboybunny @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie 

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Description: Lucien has a little sister but no one knows of her except her loving mother, cruel father and other older brothers and members of the hellish Autumn Court. Eleanor “Ella” Vanserra has grown up in the Autumn Court under the cruel hand of her father and High Lord Beron. Once a bright and happy young girl she’s become a shell of who she once was. When Lucien discovers this new family will he and the inner circle be able to rescue her from the cruel fate the Mother gave her. 

Trigger Warning: Physical and emotional abuse

Words: 3186

Ella’s knees hit the soft plush rug in her sleeping chambers. Her hands shook as she clutched the silken fabric of what remained of her burgundy gown, trying desperately to calm herself. She closed her eyes and her nose scrunched up, with her brows furrowing as pain shot threw her bruising wrist and burnt skin. She refused to cry, even in the safety of the four walls of her chambers. She could never truly be safe anywhere in the Autumn Court.

Her four remaining brothers had cornered her in the halls and she hadn’t known what to do. Flames had danced around her fingers when Eris had meant to grab her, burning his hand terribly before he could fight back with his own fire. She didn’t know how she had created that burning flames, she couldn’t summon it on her own. She had never been properly trained, and had never been allowed to explore the depths of her own powers. Ella had received a harsh slap from her eldest brother, and fire far worse than her own danced on her own pale skin. The bruises on her wrist had been from her three other brothers’ hands as they kept her from thrashing. Her shoulders and arms ached most from the burns, her throat sore from her screaming but her face remained unharmed besides the forming bruise from the first blow.

“Stupid, useless flames. Only coming to cause me trouble instead of true protection,” she muttered, her voice laced with anger as she studied her frail hands, speaking as if her powers were a living being.

Maybe she was going insane. Her eyes immediately shot up as the chimes of the clock struck noon. She had a dancing lesson in only ten minutes, and her instructor would not be happy if she was late. She examined the injuries scattered across her skin once more and decided she would have to take care of them later. The flushed pink silk of her dance wear was cool against her burning skin and its skirts caressed her thighs with a gentle touch. She placed her feet into her worn dancing slippers, and leaped up as she wrapped a dark colored cloak around her.

“To keep warm in the cold halls,” she would say softly if anyone noticed her.

She was ready for an escape, even though it was only for a few hours. Dancing was the one thing that kept the burning light deep in her core lit through the years of her life she had spent living in the cruel manor. The one thing that brought her joy beyond measure. She knew only her mother would understand and gladly accept that it wasn’t a waste of time, or a useless activity. Oh, the Cauldron knew her father, especially, would not agree. She refused to ever think about what he would do if he found out. Her father would be more than happy to ruin the one thing left that kept the fire in her heart alive simply out of spite, knowing how much it would destroy her. As Ella made her way through the long and winding halls, a fond smile grew upon her lips at the memory of when she first started dancing.

She was young when her mother brought up the topic of dancing lessons. Ella had always been a bubbly and spirited girl, who could never stand still for more than a moment. She was always humming a gentle tune, her small feet gracefully moving on the marble floors. Ella often danced around her mother, with the skirts of her dress swirling around, soft giggles falling from her lips and an innocent smile on her face. She always had such grand beauty in her, not simply in her looks, but the very essence in her made so many stop and stare in awe and wonder. Nothing could dampen the spirits of young Ella, for she had not fully experienced the harsh reality of the world yet. That day her mother swept the dancing girl into her thin arms, like she so often did, placing a tender kiss onto her forehead.

“Oh, my bright dancing light, how I love you,” her mother had whispered softly with a joyous smile. “How about we put all that wild spirit and dancing to good use, little one?” She turned her head to kiss the small hand now pressed softly against her cheek. “I’ll find you the greatest instructor in all of Prythian for you my love, and you’ll be able to dance for hours on end, and truly learn the art.” The Lady of the Autumn Court had seen that passion growing inside of Ella for a long while, and she would risk anything to let it grow in the young girl. Even though her husband would never approve.

“You can do that mommy?” The little girl asked, eyes brightening as she hugged her mother tightly with pure joy glowing on her face.

“I’d do anything for you my beautiful girl,” she whispered in Ella’s ear, peppering soft kisses around her rosy cheeks.

And her mother did just that. She found the greatest instructor she could. He had come from the Spring Court, and together they had honed her skills, sharpening them like a steel blade. Despite the risk, he had stayed, and Ella would forever be in debt to him. She would forever be grateful for the years he had put into her, helping her grow. Forever grateful for the haven he gave her in the world she knew, that felt like a hell.

“You’re late,” was all that her instructor said when she entered the secluded room on the other side of the manor, far enough away that anyone of importance could not see or hear them. He was never one for many words, but she could hear the slight concern in his tone. She had never been late before. Ever.

“My deepest apologies, Mr. Soarven, it won’t happen again,” she said quickly, removing her cloak as she took her spot in the middle of the room. She stared for a moment at the glass covered wall, taking in her reflection. She didn’t bother with any excuses, knowing they were all lies anyway, and he would see right through them. He took a step towards her, nodding his understanding and gestured for Ella to begin. Ella quickly started her regular routine, loosening her muscles for the work she was about to do. As she studied her dance instructor, his tall frame leaning over the musician’s shoulder at the piano bench, questions began brewing in her mind. She watched as they shuffled through many sheets of music, deciding on which songs would be played.

“Mr. Soarven, can I ask you a question?” Her voice fell into a soft whisper, suddenly feeling nervous about what she was going to ask. She didn’t mean to pry or get personal, she was only curious.

“Well you just did, dear, but you may ask another,” he chuckled softly as he straightened and turned to face her. Though he was straightforward, and often stern when he was teaching her, she knew he loved teasing and joking. A small smile stretched across her lips, as she continued her routine.

“Why do you stay here? I’m sure you had a life in the Spring Court, why put so much at risk living here, teaching only me?” Her nerves began bubbling up as she saw the shift in his features. There was a moment of pause before he finally answered.

“Your mother pays me a great deal you know.” He turned back to the sheets of music, flicking through them once again.

Ella let out a small, “Oh,” her dancing slippers becoming much more interesting than before. It was not like she didn’t know that already. Yet the comment still stung.

“But that is not the only reason I stay, as I can get payed anywhere else.” He turned to face her, “I can’t explain it Ella, but I stay because of you. There’s something deep in you that is so bright and powerful, and I can’t let that die out.” She began chewing the inside of her cheek, darting her gaze away from his again. “Nor did I have much of a life in my court, it was simply falling apart. The arts were hardly on anyone’s mind, let alone teaching them.”

The rest of her questions died away, as she nodded at his words, not having much else to reply with. Her warmups were done, and Mr. Soarven gave the cue for the music to start playing. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she lost herself in the melody, letting her legs and arms move to the gentle beat. Everything fell away except the notes filling her ears, the occasional correction from her instructor, and the steps her feet took across the room. The dance she had learned long ago, but would never forget. It was one of her favorites, and one that could pull her out of any darkness, and any despair. After many moments, the music stopped and her eyes opened. Only then did she realize that tears had welled in her golden eyes, overflowing onto her cheeks.

Ella’s heart beat raced in her chest as she dashed down the halls to the secluded dance room. No one had ever laid a hand on her like that before, she had never seen anyone so angry either.

She had just wanted her mother. She had awoken from a terrifying dream where everything was burning. There were screams, and cries of pain and terror, but she could stop nothing because the flames had surrounded her, licking at her smooth skin. She could have sworn that the flames released a cackling laugh. She shook her head violently, not wanting to remember any more of the horrid nightmare. After she had tossed and turned, she knew the only thing that could comfort her was her mother’s arms. Her small feet padded against the cool floor of the halls to where she knew her mother slept. Her white nightgown that fell past her knees swayed with her swift movements. As she got closer to her mother’s room, the unmissable sounds of screaming reached her ears. She grew more frightened by the loud noises as she got closer. Was something wrong with mommy? The shouting only increased when she reached the door and pushed it open slowly.

“How am I supposed to know you’re not being some gods damned whore, having affairs when you sneak out so many damn nights. Don’t you dare lie to me, I am not a fool!” Her father’s shouts made her flinch back, and she saw her mother pressed against the wall.

“Don’t speak to me like that,” The Lady of the Autumn Court spat, her hands on his chest ready to push back.  

“I am your husband, and I can speak to you how ever I very damn well please!” Beron’s voice only got louder with every threatening word.

“Maybe if you treated me like a decent high fae, I wouldn’t feel the need sneak around and run off!” Ella had never heard her mother yell before. She knew her father was capable of such things, but never her soft gentle mother. Why was he treating her like this? She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and wanted to cry out when the loud crack of a hand against skin reached her ears.

“Mommy,” her soft voice spoke, barely loud enough for even fae ears to hear, but her mother did. Her mother would always hear her voice.

Suddenly the screaming died down and her heart beat quickened. Her mother had tears streaming down her face as she started walking towards her child, but large, cold hands pulled her back roughly. Ella’s eyes widened, flickering between her sobbing mother, and quickly approaching father.

“Beron, I swear to the Cauldron if you lay a hand on my daughter I’ll-” her mother chocked out, not even finishing her sentence before long fingers curled around Ella’s chin, forcing her to meet her father’s gaze.

“Last time I checked, she was my daughter as well and I can do what I want with her.” His quiet, stern voice was a stark contrast from his screaming, but it scared her just as much. “Eleanor, you know you are not to leave your chambers at night, and you are never to come down these halls.” His fingers squeezed tighter with each venomous word. She cringed at the use of her real name and his touch. “I ought to give you a punishment for all this wild misbehavior lately.” His quiet anger radiated from his skin. She was shaking, tears falling as she tried to step away from him. A sharp pain shot through her face. He grabbed her wrist with an iron grip to keep her in place.

“She’s not misbehaving, she’s only being the child she is, Beron!” Her mother shouted as she stepped closer to them both, but some force held her back.

“She’s out of control, and I will not tolerate her behavior in my court and in my manor.” His icy fingers uncurled from her chin, but that small throbbing pain stayed. “This is a warning Eleanor, I can do far worse things if I feel that it is necessary, I promise you that,” Beron sneered and finally let go of her wrist that was surely to bruise from his hold.

She knew that was her cue to run. She wasn’t going to miss her chance to leave her father’s terrifying presence. She took one last glance at her frightened and screaming mother before her bare feet hit the ice-cold marble and she took off down the hall. She didn’t know where to go. It was clear she could not run to her mother’s arms, and she refused to go back to her dark and lonely room. That left the dancing room, which seemed like a far better option than any of the others. So, there she was, shaking against the bare walls, not noticing her dance instructor sitting at the piano until he had rushed to her side. Her small hands were immediately enveloped in his much larger ones, as he bent down on his knees so he was eye level with Ella. She didn’t know what to do, her body shook violently and the cascade of tears continued. Her small frame fell against his own, her arms on instinct going around the older’s neck. His long arms wrapped around her waist, giving her the embrace she was longing for. He was much too afraid to ask what had put her in that state. A million possibilities had raced through his mind, and none of them were good. They stayed like that for some time. The only sound was their breathing and an occasional mumble of ‘I’m afraid’ from the small girl.

“Let’s dance, little one, we’ll take your mind off everything,” he pulled back as he spoke and held her at an arm’s length. His thumb wiping away the tears falling on her skin. “I’ll even teach you a new piece I’ve been working on just for you. Especially since you’ve mastered your current dance so well these last few months.”  His smile was bright as he tapped her nose playfully. Ella’s brows furrowed, bringing a bunched hand to rub at her eyes.

“B-but I don’t have my dancing slippers,” she managed to stutter out, looking down at her bare feet as if only just noticing them.

“We’ll practice with them tomorrow, for now I’ll just teach you the basics.” She was still a little hesitant, but maybe dancing would tire her out, making sleep easier. Her fingers curled around her nightgown tightly as her eyes followed the lean frame of her dance instructor as he stood on his feet again. She listened to his instructions closely, getting in position in the middle of the room as always. She let him guide her through every beat, every step, every twirl. First with a simple four beat count, and when he no longer counted he hummed a sweet melody, like honey to her ears. He continued to lead her steps, as the tune fell from his lips. Dancing long into the earlier hours of the morning.

    They had worked on that piece every night that she awoke in a sweat, no longer able to sleep. Her nightmares being plagued with fire and shadows, and her own father. They practiced that piece every time that shining light inside of her seemed to flicker. She didn’t know how, or why, but he always knew when she needed it most.  As the shadows only grew, and the darkness that her mother so desperately tried to keep away from her flooded in, she no longer needed his guidance with the steps.

He would sit at the piano playing that melody, so much sweeter than the one that came from his mouth. From time to time when she needed a stronger distraction from those dark hours, they would add a new step making it more and more intricate. It was her own special dance, crafted just for her and it worked every time. She always left the room feeling a little lighter, shining a little more brightly.

She continued to catch her breath, looking at the glass covered wall. She refused to look at the bruise forming on her flesh. So much like the one her mother wore all those years ago, the one that her father had given her pressed against that wall. It had been so long since she had last heard that melody, and danced those steps. And like he always did, he knew when she needed it the most.

Every muscle under Ella’s skin ached when they finally stopped their lesson. Her injuries only made the pain increasingly worse, but she would never complain about that. Especially not to her instructor.

She had safely made it back to her room. The cloak wrapped around her shoulders had been shrugged to the floor on the way to the bathing room and she drew a much-needed bath. She made sure her injuries were taken care of once she was done, and dressed in a simple gown of burgundy once more. She tugged at the plain sleeves and made sure her burns and bruises were covered. For what reason, she did not know. It wasn’t like anyone would question them. Maybe she was simply afraid of her father’s curiosity of her burnt skin, and Eris revealing the use of her power. No matter how intentional or unintentional it was. She quickly turned to face the door as a servant rushed in.

“The High Lord has requested your presence for supper, Ma’am,” she spoke softly, and leaned into a curtsy. Ella’s stomach immediately dropped, and her heart began beating thousands of miles faster. She only nodded in reply, words escaping her as she watched the young girl turn and walk away. Another delightful family dinner this evening, she was sure of it.

It was about 11:45, just after Third Period had ended. A low, guttural growl sounded off from a certain chubby Zephyrite’s belly. Kodai sauntered about the hallways of the Unicornis Academy, making his way to the cafeteria for lunch. He was thinking about the lunch period all day as today was the Brunch Special and he had made every intention of taking advantage of the day’s special. He swore that he could actually hear his stomach get progressively louder with every passing second, which furthered his anxious excitement. Within a few short minutes, the two made it to the cafeteria and quickly got in line. Kodai was first in line began his order.

“I’ll have… six… No! A stack of eight buttermilk pancakes, heavily buttered with maple brown sugar syrup.” Kodai began, earning shocked stares from his peers in line. “Can I also get some scrabbled eggs and hickory smoked bacon, two hashbrowns, and three sausage patties? Oh! And a quart of Apple Juice to wash it all down, please!”

“Good day in the morning!” a classmate beside him exclaimed. “You’re gonna eat the entire cafeteria! You just about done?!” Kodai turned to respond when he was greeted by a brown humanoid eagle that he immediately recognized. A big dumb smile grew across the young Zephyrite’s face.

“José?!” Kodai cried, holding himself back from a massive hug. José simply offered a sly smirk at his classmate.

“What’s up, fatso?” José greeted, earning an awkward smile from the young Zephyrite. Normally, Kodai would take offense to that, but he knew José meant it in jest. A joke. One at Kodai’s expense and low hanging one at that, but a joke nonetheless. Shortly after Kodai received his order, he and his old buddy sat at a nearby table to catch up.

“I haven’t seen you in ages, man! Where’ve you been?” Kodai inquired, cutting a slice into his massive stack of pancakes.

“Took a semester off,” Jose replied. “My family was in dire straights and they needed all the help they could get. Of course, when I came back I had to reschedule my classes, so I’m not too thrilled about that.”

“Yeesh, sorry about that.” Kodai responded between bites. “They alright?”

“They can manage,” José commented, taking a quick swig from the orange juice he ordered. “It’s nothing worth reporting, really.”

“Well, I just hope you can catch up,” Kodai said, starting on the eggs and sausage patties. “Midterms are coming up.”

“Ugh!” José shrugged. “I am not looking forward to that…” Kodai took a good look at his winged buddy. He knew something else was going on, but he didn’t want to press the issue any further than was necessary. That being said, José had his own questions.

“So aside from chugging down all that grease,” José started, taking another jab at Kodai’s dietary habits. “How’s Project ZEPHYRION coming along?”

“Mwuah?” Kodai asked, not realizing his mouth was full of bacon, pancakes, and eggs. He took a swig of Apple Juice and swallowed down hard so he could ask again. “What about Project ZEPHYRION?”

“I was asking how progress has been going,” José reiterated. “Last time I heard, you and the science division of the Unicornis Colony were testing the internal engine.”

“Oh! That…” Kodai’s thoughts quickly trailed off. Since he started high school at the Unicornis Academy, he had made it a personal obligation to work with the scientists and researchers that found both him and his father Goliath to learn more about the very Humanoid Battle Machine that they were found in. And while they made significant progress in getting the thing to run, they’ve had yet to crack open the black box that Kodai was sure was inside somewhere. It would certainly answer a lot of questions that he had since he was a kid.

“I take it that means you haven’t completed it yet?” José asked, noticing how Kodai was once again staring into space.

“Oh, no! It’s functional,” Kodai replied, briefly being taken out of his own thoughts. “We’re actually now on the testing phase.”

“So who’s the test pilot?” José asked.

“Not sure,” Kodai answered. “Most likely, my dad will serve that role.”

“Why not you, or anyone else?”

“Apparently, the Zephyrion only responds to Zephyrites. And I have no combat experience, so that rules me out automatically.”

“Wouldn’t hurt for you to try,” José paused to finish up his orange juice. “You’re practically a genius here at the academy.”

“Only in grades,” Kodai jested before “presenting himself” to emphasize his next point. “Besides, a guy like me would be useless in war.”

“Hey, you never know,” José reasoned. “Maybe you might have some hidden ability that makes you some legendary super soldier or something!”

“Okay, now you’re just taking the piss,” Kodai muttered, noticing the joke. Kodai proceeded to scoop up what remained of his meal and shoved it into his mouth.

“Maybe,” José started, looking up at the starry sky above them. “But I could be onto something. You’re different from all of us.”

“Only to you guys. As far as I’m concerned, I’m just an ordinary alien boy.” With that, Kodai chugged that last of his apple juice to finish off his hefty meal, signalling his triumph with a loud, hearty belch. José nearly busted out laughing in response.

“Haha! And the mysterious Zephyrite remains intact, ladies and gentlemen!” José joked as Kodai drummed on his full belly with his trademark lazy, satisfied grin. “Seriously though, one day I’m gonna walk in here and the cafeteria is gonna be littered with your remains.”

“I’ll be sure to save you something before that happens!” Kodai retorted, playing off José’s own joke. As they got up from their seats and headed back to the Lecture Hall, José decided to bring up Project ZEPHYRION again.

“But in all seriousness,” José began in a hushed tone. “If it’s not for war, what are you working on the Zephyrion for anyway?” Kodai paused to think of an answer.

“Maybe… it’s answers I’m looking for. Answers to where I came from, and why they left me and my dad all alone in that HBM.” Kodai explained. “If I can at least have that, then that would be the best.” José simply sighed at the answer. It wasn’t as grandiose as he was expecting, but he knew Kodai well enough to know that was going to be the closest thing to a straight answer.

“Whatever man,” José responded. “But hey, if you do end up becoming a super soldier because of this I’ll treat you to something special!”

“Like what?” Kodai asked. “A dinner party, or something?” José answered with a deep jab at Kodai’s belly.

“A super soldier needs all the fuel he can get, right?” José joked, but this time Kodai wasn’t amused. He could take the fat jokes, if done in jest, but he never liked it when someone touched his belly without his consent. Despite this, he forced a smile all the same.

“Thanks man,” Kodai said, just before smacking José on the beak in retaliation. “…and fuck you.”

2

“love looks not with the eye but with the mind.”

- [Act I, scene i]

@shelliihe and I were talking about the new official art and this came to mind!

extra (plot twist):

we also talked about that lmao

in all seriousness, the new official art is too beautiful and so is shelli //both art and personality <3 ;A;;;

Side to Side

Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2465

Warning(s): Some swear words, slight smut (Nothing crazy but it goes there)

Requests: I have like 10 followers so like none of you pay attention to me (jk jk you guys are cool)

Song: Side to Side  (duh) by Ariana Grande

Author’s Note: This is kinda crap but I’m totally obsessed with Tom Holland and Spider-Man Homecoming so come on this wild ride and be trash with me! Give me feedback please I promise I’ll get to it in like 10 years

Summary: Reader and Peter (slant rhyme woo) are friends and both on the Avengers. They’re training in the gym and things get s t e a m y…

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Keep reading

Ok but I’m still not over this after a week. Yes boatsex was amazing but JON SNOW.

This is the man who isn’t afraid to head into battle, and is willing to die for his people if needed. He is a trained soldier. He has already died. What is there left to fear or be wary of?

Here are a few examples of Jon Snow casually facing his own death without hesitation:

Here, he’s going solo against Ramsay WITHOUT EVEN A WEAPON.

And let’s not forget his first encounter with a white walker. Let alone the countless other times.

And yet. And yet.

When it comes to the Dragon Queen, it’s a completely different story.

He can’t even look her in the eye, knowing that he’s let her down. 

Look at him. He looks like a kid who knows he’s about to be scolded. He’s faced DEATH and ICE ZOMBIES and BLOODTHIRSTY WILDLINGS and yet it’s his Queen’s disappointment that he can’t handle.

And yet watch how he softens when she smiles. 

Look at how anxious he is about knocking on his Queen’s door. He has to visibly take deep breaths to muster the courage as he knows this will change everything.

And even when he readies his hand to knock, there is STILL some hesitation. THIS is what frightens him. Potential rejection by Daenerys. The consequences of a romance. The love that he feels for her.

And that little dip of his head after he knocks? It’s a moment of Ok, it’s done, it’s happening, now I wait. And you can still see how anxious he is.

And then when he gets what he wants and they get intimate, he has to lean back a moment, just to process that this is actually happening. That she hasn’t rejected him. That she wants him too. This moment is real. She is real. That they’re connected beyond just a successful military alliance. And it floors him.

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And these are only a couple of gifs from the last episode. I could sit here and put up all the gifs of the way he has looked at her this season and just stare at them for the next 3 days. 

Jon Snow is so totally whipped and love. Antis who say there is no chemistry, or that it’s clear that he’s manipulating her need to stop drinking that Kool-Aid. This is not a man who loves another. Or does not care for her. This is a man who values his Queen, respects her and cares about her opinion. Not one who is playing her. 

So let’s just continue to laugh at the antis who can continue to cry and attempt to ruin Jon’s character. 

Cheers to the Jonerys Fam.

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Foolproof

Can we just take a moment to imagine what would have happened if Draco had believed the rumors and articles about Harry and Hermione dating in fourth year? Like, yes, he knows that most of Rita Skeeter’s articles are made up, he’s one of her sources after all, but what if this one is true? And no, of course he’s not jealous, how can he be jealous of Granger? But damn it, they’re together all the time and it makes him sick, thinking about what they’re doing while they’re walking around the lake day after day.

So Draco comes up with a plan. A foolproof plan. He snatches a few strands of hair from Hermione’s robes one day after class and makes sure she’s headed to the library. He gulps down the Polyjuice Potion he prepared and hurries to find Harry. He runs into Viktor Krum, who won’t leave him alone and Merlin, why is he holding Draco’s hand? Sweet Salazar, he just kissed Draco’s hand! He’s extremely flustered and confused when he finally finds Harry.

There’s a quick exchange of,
“Hermione, I thought you wanted to go to the library?”
“Oh, I changed my mind, let’s take a walk around the lake.”

Draco smirks to himself when he and Harry are finally alone. He gets a bit irritated when Harry still hasn’t taken his hand and keeps blabbering about the Triwizard Tournament. Seriously, when does the snogging start? They’ve already rounded the lake once and Potter is still talking. Draco knows he’s running out of time, so he stops walking, grabs Harry by his robes and starts kissing him furiously. Harry lets out a gasp and freezes as Draco attacks his mouth.

Why isn’t Potter kissing him back? He still looks like Granger! When Harry still doesn’t move a muscle, it suddenly dawns on Draco that - Oh! Maybe they really haven’t done that before! Maybe Granger isn’t his girlfriend after all. Shit, what if Draco just made Potter realise he fancies Granger? As it turns out, Draco needn’t worry about that, because when he pulls back, he can see his reflection in Harry’s glasses and oh no! His hair! It’s not bushy and brown, it’s well groomed and blond! Without another word he turns on his heels and runs back to the castle.

In the following weeks, he refuses to meet Harry’s eyes and tries to avoid him as much as possible. On the day of the second task, Draco feels even more foolish. So Granger has been dating Krum? And Weasley is the most important person to Potter?

The next day, Draco is on his way to breakfast, when somebody suddenly grabs his wrist and drags him into an empty classroom. Draco blushes when Harry closes the door behind him and looks at Draco intently. Oh Merlin, is he finally going to confront him?

“You stupid prat,” Potter suddenly exclaims. “What have you done to me? Seriously, because all I could think about in the last few weeks was that bloody kiss!”

Draco just stares at him, not sure he’s comprehending what Harry is saying.

“And last night I dreamed you were the one on the bottom of the lake, not Ron.”

Draco’s brain registers the words, but not the meaning.

“What?” is all he’s able to say.  

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Harry bursts out. He reaches out and takes Draco’s face in his hands. Draco has no time to react before Harry presses their bodies together and starts kissing Draco feverishly. After a few moments, Draco makes a high-pitched sound that he should probably be embarrassed about, but who cares? This is an even better outcome than he had hoped for!

Not that he doubted it would work for one second. His plan was foolproof after all!

4

“The answer is yes,” Sam interjected from beside his glowering brother. “He’s had a ring for months.”

“Come on, man–”

“You have a ring?” Jody interrupted, sitting forward and smiling wide now. “What, do you just carry it around with you all the time? That’s adorable.”

“What? No! I don’t carry it–no,” Dean said, turning his frown on Sam who was nodding at Jody.

“Empty your pockets for us then, Dean,” Jody grinned. Dean stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans and shaking his head.

“You two are ridiculous. I’m not scared to propose to Y/N; we’ve been together forever. I’m just–I’m waiting for the right moment.”

“Sure. World could be ending any day the way things are going, I can see why you’d want to take your time,” Jody said. Dean stared at her a moment before reaching to grab a few more pieces of pizza.

“These are for Y/N. I’m done having this conversation with you,” he announced as he turned to walk away.

“Might still be asleep!” Jody called after him. 

“Don’t care,” Dean called back. Jody waited for the bedroom door down the hall to open gently and shut again before she looked to Sam, eyebrows raised over a smile.

“He’s in deep,” she said, and Sam just laughed.

[edited from x]

Imagine Jody Teasingly Asking Dean If He’s Ever Going to Propose to You, and Actually Getting an Answer

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dating peter parker would include...

dedicated to my harrison bestie anon in hopes it makes them smile :) also yes it’s really fuckin long i’m sorry i just love peter parker and have a lot of feelings

  • you actually hate to tell the story of how you two met because it’s mortifiying oh mygod
  • peter, however, loves to watch u blush about it even though it was only really embarrassing when it happened
  • taking the subway to school like every other day, you obviously had spent too many hours on the internet so u were tired as hell 
  • so tired you couldn’t grab the pole in time when the subway stopped
  • and you in an ungraceful manner, tripped, stumbled and fell
  • into his lap
  • his l a p 
  • you still get red cheeks when remember just how embarrassing it was
  • oh my god! i c-can’t believe that- i-i, i’m so so sorry- h-holy shit–
  • peter did find it extremely awkward but your mortified and blushing red face was so much more adorable 
  • n-no, it’s fine– d-do you want my seat?
  • o-oh no, it’s alright. i’d just like to crawl into a hole somewhere. sudden amnesia works too.
  • AND BOY
  • a cute girl with wit and oh my is that a nerdy shirt????
  • from them on, you had his entire heart 
  • yes i will totally be writing a full on imagine for this
  • you guys weren’t friends for long if u know what i mean 
  • like you had already face planted into his lap so you skipped most of the awkward interactions
  • you were kinda like ‘ah what the hell’ 
  • you did it while you guys were walking home together, like usual
  • hey peter, can you hold this for me?
  • yeah?” 
  • and you just grabbed his hand, grinning at him with wink 
  • cue the cutest blushing from peter 
  • peter goddamn nearly had a heart attack but couldn’t stop smiling the entire walk home 
  • he was really sad when he reached your building 
  • but then you stood on ur tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek so he wasn’t that sad
  • eventually kisses on the cheeks became kisses on the lips & it wasn’t official but you two just knew
  • let’s be real, peter is the worlds biggest dork so movie marathons are so common
  • i mean everything– star wars, back to the future, jurassic park, like man you name it 
  • and if u were a nerd too, then oH boy he would just be in a constant state of heart eyes 
  • he would be anyways but extra heart eyes if u geek out
  • c’mon pete, hurry that cute lil ass up! it’s rogue one!!
  • oh my god, please marry me right now.
  • you guys definitely try to quote movies as much as possible
  • i love you” ”i know *intense blushing* diD YOU JUST–
  • he has a such soft spot for when you guys marathon disney movies not that he tells you that
  • something about you lighting up & singing along makes him go !!!!!!! inside
  • no you two never perform disney duet songs together never ever have you done that why do u ask
  • (your favourite one to perform is hakuna matata because its a goddamn classic and peter gets so into it)
  • (breaking free from hsm is a close second because damn can peter hit those notes when he really tries)
  • peter parker is such an admirer like you dont even know
  • he could stare at you for hours and its pretty much what gets him through the day tbh
  • in fact, he has all your birthmarks and freckles committed to memory because shes so pretty i can’t deal with this
  • he blushes SO MUCH when you catch him staring
  • but lets be real, you were staring at him too
  • he blushed even more when he found that out because oh my fucking god she was staring at me do i look weird is there something on my face
  • but when you’re like no you goof, i’m admiring youu get 
  • BLUSHING STUTTERING STAMMERING PETER PARKER
  • he just never stops blushing 
  • he! would! try! so! hard! at everything 4 you
  • baking? hell yeah he’ll bake for u
  • singing? eh he’ll give it a go (but only for you)  
  • dancing? he hates it but he loves to watch u laugh and smile with him so he does it anyways (even if he sucks)
  • speaking of dancing
  • peter loves it when u dance
  • especially when you stay over and he wakes up to you dancing around the kitchen or his room 
  • his favourite is catching you off guard when you’re grooving to some 80′s song
  • babe– cutting himself off with his own laughter, i don’t think that’s dancing.
  • he loves to tease you about your funky dancing because seeing his girl blushing is like his second favourite thing
  • (the first being your smile because it completely melts his insides and everything is better when you smile at him)
  • you also love it when he’s teasing because all you have is pout and suddenly peter’s showering you in kisses 
  • peter is such a sucker for kisses
  • actually he’s such a hopeless romantic & lover of cliches like
  • constantly bringing you flowers he finds on nightly patrols? check 
  • stopping so you two can share a cutesy kiss in the rain? check 
  • dumb pick up lines that still make you laugh? check 
  • tbh you both do pickup lines
  • hey, hey y/n, are you the square root of -1? because you can’t be real 
  • are you kIDDING– NO I’M NOT BLUSHING AT YOUR DUMB PICK UP LINE GO AWAY PARKER
  • he just giggles at you from the bed
  • except when you do it, its a different story
  • hey hey hey, peter 
  • hmm?” 
  • are you related to yoda? because yodalicious.
  • peter just falls off the bed 
  • you don’t even ask if he’s alright, you just cut straight to laughing at his reaction
  • s-shut up! this isn’t because of your pick up line!! i was startled! 
  • even though he’s trying to hide his face in a pillow, you can see his pink cheeks
  • sure, peter, sure. 
  • aunt may is both a blessing and a curse to both of you 
  • because she spills BOTH OF YOUR SECRETS
  • like you can’t ramble to her about peter because she will tell him everything
  • with you in the same room 
  • oh peter, you’re wearing that shirt? i know y/n loves it, she was talking just the other day about how she find it so hot– 
  • “MAY HE DOESN’T NEED TO KNOW”
  • peter secretly really wants to know what you said about him 
  • but aunt may does it to peter too and he hates it
  • “seriously y/n, you should hear the things he says about you, i swear he’s turned into some lovesick–”
  • “nO MAY SHH YOU CAN STOP NOW”
  • makeout sessions ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • you both l o v e them 
  • funnily enough, peter is the one who usually starts them 
  • hey y/n, you’ve got something on your face, let me just– *kisses you all over you face*
  • because he’s more than ahead in his classes, ‘study dates’ really means makeout not that you mind though  
  • peter loves kisses everywhere
  • forehead kisses
  • nose kisses
  • shoulder kisses
  • eyelid kisses
  • back of the hand kisses
  • all the kisses
  • his absolute favourite kiss is the one he receives from you in the morning when you’ve stayed over
  • he’ll play with your hair softly and you’ll yawn & stretch and catch him gazing at you 
  • and you just smile and lean up and kiss him 
  • it never fails to make peters heart stop and when you pull away he just goes nooooooooooooo and pouts till you kiss him again 
  • it’s especially hard when you have to leave or part ways after school because peter turns into a needy lil boy
  • one more kiss! one more! 
  • peter you’ve said that seven times now!! 
  • you literally have to push his away, giggling and grinning, because otherwise he’s going to be late 
  • i swear to god parker, it’s only one class! 
  • and of course you know about him being spidey
  • you actually found out by accident 
  • you were searching thru his closest for something to wear when you stumbled across it 
  • tbh you thought it was a really dedicated costume at first
  • so you put it on and it was so fucking baggy man
  • hey peter! look at me, i’m the spider man! thwip thwip! 
  • except it was the real thing so 
  • y-y/n!! where did you find that??? 
  • don’t worry, i’ll keep your spider-man obsession a secret, peter.
  • but when you accidentally web peter’s hand to the wall, you figure out this suit is the real deal 
  • holy shit!! holy shit! you– you’re, this is the real, oh my god, you’re the spider-man!  
  • peter just panics because you’ve webbed him to the wall and he can’t actually do anything
  • no! no i’m not!
  • you freak out for like another minute before you gather your senses enough 
  • peter parker, do not play with me right now- are you spider-man?
  • would you believe me if i said it was a very detailed halloween costume?
  • after cutting him free, you squeezed him into the tightest hug because you were so goddamn proud of him 
  • but also because oh my god how many times had he risked his life and had you not known???? 
  • oh my god, this is so wicked i can’t believe you’re spider-man–
  • you can’t tell anyone! 
  • shh, you know i wouldn’t but holy god! you have to tell me everything
  • you’re not mad i didn’t tell you?” 
  • pfft, i’ll only be mad if you don’t tell me now.
  • yes i also want to make this an imagine
  • yes, you’re the one who patches him up which always ends in cuddles
  • basically you get to shower peter in constant love and affection because he would do that and more for you 
  • he’s just the perfect boyfriend??? 
  • i want a peter parker