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“You’ve been too busy saving the wizarding world”, said Ginny, half-laughing. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.” | Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

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Soulmate AU Story Ideas

Because I am complete trash for Soulmate AUs, I decided to try and make a post about them. Hope you guys like it! ♥

✖ Soulmate AUs involving measurement

[ Time // Countdown ]

  • Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
  • Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.”
  • Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left (for angst maybe).
  • Alternate version of above where your clock is a countdown of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you get to live longer.
  • Another alternate version of above where you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer. Again, because the universe is sadistic af.
  • The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you accidentally break yours or vice versa.
  • Alternate version of above where someone purposely breaks their soulmate clock so they can be with someone they fell in love with that isn’t their soulmate/they are strongly opposed to the whole soulmate idea and want to defy the system.
  • Your clock is counting down too fast (as opposed to everyone else’s) and you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
  • It’s been a busy week and after finally having some time to yourself, you just happened to look at your soulmate clock and see that it’s already at 00:00:00:00 and you don’t know when that happened because you don’t religiously check your clock either.
  • Your soulmate clock is actually telling you what time it is where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for example 3:46:31 MDT).
  • I already wrote something similar to this but a countdown au where your soulmate has died and you two still happen to meet each other (one is a ghost, one is alive) and the other finds peace after the meeting.

[ Distance ]

  • Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving colors

[ Eyes ]

  • Reverse colors AU where you can see in color but once you meet/marry your soulmate your world turns black and white, this is how people can tell that married couples really love each other because they’re willing to give up a world of colors for their soulmate. If your soulmate dies you get to see color again.
  • Between you and your soulmate, only one of you can see other colors and the other sees black and white. Like you can see all the other colors except black/white/grays, and the other one can only see in black/white/grays. If you two meet, you’ll get to see all the colors.
  • You can see colors but realize that recently, with each passing day, your world of colors is becoming a little duller and you’re panicking because you don’t know what’s going on, or what it means, or if your soulmate is okay.
  • You can see colors and your world turns black and white but it doesn’t necessarily have to mean your soulmate is dead. There can be other factors that will result in a black and white world like losing eyesight, but you don’t know that.
  • You will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for example, by wearing contact lenses. Like if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple and etc. And you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because your soulmate is being all cute and would want you to see every color there is and they probably have a huge collection of contact lenses by the time you both meet.
  • Everyone is born color blind and their sights are fixed once they meet their soulmate, or your soulmate is blind and you have the choice to give them your sight, but it’s irreversible and if they die, they take your sight with them.

[ Hair ]

  • If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?
  • Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too.
  • Related to the first two AUs—you decide to get revenge on your soulmate by dying your hair the most absurd color combination you can think of and the exchange goes back and forth until you meet each other. It can be that if you meet, you two can dye your hair without affecting the other anymore.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair your fingernails turn into that color (like nail polish?) and you’re hoping your soulmate isn’t bald by the time you meet because it’s the fifth time the past two months that your nails have changed colors.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like this shade in your eyes.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving any kind of body mark

[ Tattoos ]

  • You and your soulmate have identical tattoos on your wrist about the date when you’ll meet each other. Place and time can be included (as opposed to the countdown AUs).
  • Like the countdown AU, an alternate version where it’s your soulmate’s date of death that’s tattooed on your skin.
  • Where a tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that sucks because you’re kind of in the middle of an exam right now and it’s getting harder to concentrate on your work.
  • You remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person who’s removing it happens to be your soulmate and they’re torn between letting you know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you didn’t want a soulmate and vice versa.
  • Your tattoo is only half complete and it completes itself the moment you find your soulmate, like if you had half a heart, you’d get a full heart on your skin.
  • You’re not sure if the other half of your tattoo should end with this person’s words, or that one’s—wait, I think it might end with the phrase of that other person too. It’s just a very open-ended sentence…
  • You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.
  • Because the universe is sadistic af, it only gave you the first letter of your soulmate’s name.
  • Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means.

[ Scars ]

  • The only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye.

[ Others ]

  • Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
  • Imagine the above point but like, your soulmate maybe falls off a bike and you write on your arm what happened, and your soulmate replies to reassure you everything’s okay. Yes, you always carry a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times.
  • You accidentally fell down the stairs and broke a leg, oh, and fate must love you because it seems your soulmate also broke the other leg (or something else) and whatever happens to the other, you feel it too (no actual injury but you feel the same amount of pain) so now you’re in the hospital and you happen to meet your soulmate in the waiting area.
  • Wait, imagine the above point but way into the future and you’re about to give birth and your soulmate must be cursing you and rolling on the floor by the operating table or the waiting area screaming murder and punching walls while crying. Also periods, yes periods. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
  • You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal. You can only do it once you meet them though, since what happens to them doesn’t happen to you, unless you transfer it to yourself.
  • Like above but what if the pain becomes two times or more worse. Imagine someone afraid of pain, and the other soulmate shouldering everything or maybe you can half the pain your soulmate feels if you can’t handle taking everything on your own.
  • Alternate version of above two points where you can also transfer your pain to your soulmate. Imagine the payback you can do.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving reincarnation

  • There wasn’t a soulmate system in place before, now it’s about a thousand and more years later, and—wait, aren’t you the person that killed me in that back alley?
  • Where you’re reborn with the memories of your soulmate and you can only get your past memories if you meet each other again in this lifetime.
  • You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.
  • Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently, you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class). Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays.
  • Alternate version of the above where your soulmate still was an artist of centuries ago but you were there too, and you both were able to meet again in this lifetime. You don’t remember anything but you’d be at the museum, looking at the picture that looks like you with curiosity until your soulmate (who remembers everything) comes by and asks you what you think of the painting.
  • You’re sent to an insane asylum because everyone is convinced you’ve lost your hold on reality since you’re the only one that remembers everything from your past life. Also, that new doctor is your soulmate.
  • Your soulmate from the past life is not your soulmate in this life.
  • You become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you the next lifetime. At a book signing you open the book cover of a fan’s copy to see something written on the front page: “I’m sorry I took so long.”
  • You don’t remember anything from your previous life but your soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer, the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year, your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the hands encasing your neck in a vice grip.
  • You keep going to this place, and you always notice another person here too. Neither of you know that this is the place where the both of you had died/first met in the past life.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving dreams

  • Kind of a reincarnation AU where you’re losing the distinction between reality and dreams because when you’re asleep, you actually relive your past life, and you’re not sure if you’d much rather stay in the past or in the present anymore.
  • If you’re on separate time zones, when you sleep, you see the world in the eyes of your soulmate at present time. You see the world through your soulmate’s eyes, what they’re eating, who they’re talking to, the contents of the essay paper they’re trying to finish, but if they look into a mirror/reflective surface/picture, the image is blurred so you don’t really have a clue what they look like.
  • You see your soulmate in the eyes of their friend instead.
  • Imagine that soulmates just have this ability to dream together/meet each other in your dreams regardless of whether or not you two meet in real life. Your dreams could then be like a real-life video game, for example, you two could be in a zombie-apocalypse type of dream and you both would try your best to help each other out. If one gets bitten/dies you wake up and your soulmate is there to tell you everything is alright or tease you how you couldn’t shoot fast enough and then you’d both go back to sleep and maybe start round two.
  • Just like the above point, imagine how you and your soulmate could pretty much be with each other even after you’d both gone to your separate homes/shared bed.
  • Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your eyes and retire for the night.

✖ Other Soulmate AUs

  • You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts and your soulmate happens to be a math major and you really need help with this test right now.
  • On some days, whatever your soulmate thinks of is something you can hear in your mind and your soulmate is currently reading really hardcore smut fics and you’re trying so hard not to mess up this class presentation which shoulders half your mark for the semester.
  • You get to share the same talents as your soulmate and you probably hit the jackpot because it’s the first time you’ve ever touched this instrument but you’re quite the professional at it, what? Shredding? I don’t know what that is but—oh… hey okay, I just did it I think.
  • The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love even though they know that’s not their soulmate. You know they love each other so much so you help them, even though the person your best friend’s marrying/your best friend is your soulmate.
  • How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.


So I decided to just make a post of all the ideas I’ve thought of so far for each theme! I tried to think of things I haven’t read before but I’m pretty sure with tons of people out there, some of these are sure to exist already. I was also planning to write more but maybe next time, my heart hurts already from typing these ;////;)’

I hope you guys like it though and please feel free to add on to this or make these into stories please I’ll love you forever and tag me please I’d love to read them.

++ justfandomwritings is queen of Soulmate AUs, and I’d like to dedicate this to her because she’s amazing and so much more ♥ ^^

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Lance couldn’t find the words to speak to Keith. As the new leader fumbled to find the words to justify his decision, Lance’s emotions curled and whitened his fingers into a fist. He wasn’t sure what he felt in the heat of the moment perhaps the overwhelming feeling of self-loathing or trust towards his fellow paladin breaking.

Just once was enough, while Lance knew it would most likely worsen their relationship, he had to respond. No words could say what he needed to tell.

Keith stumbled onto the floor. Eventually, he slowly pulled himself hand over his cheek. Lance left him there; time was the last thing he was willing to spare with Keith right now.

PAIN (1/2)

SUMMARY - You are a new avenger at the tower , and Bucky and Steve have returned from Wakanda . You try your best to make Bucky feel as comfortable as possible , until he bursts out in anger towards you .

WORDS- 1K (approx)

WARNINGS- A little angst (not much)

A/N - Thank you so much @betareader1 for being my beta on this one. 

So ….I posted my first ever fic on March 10th and June 10th was my 3 MONTH ANNIVERSARY and also the day I reached 1000 FOLLOWERS .  I am extremely grateful for everyone of you . It makes me so happy when you enjoy what I write . And Taw @supersoldierslover plays a huge part in this . Thank you so much for everything you have done for me . I love you . 

I hope you guys like this 2 part drabble series. 

If you wanted to be added to the tag list let me know . Let me know if you liked this part.

Originally posted by yourerunningthroughmyveins

You were pretty excited today. Captain America was coming back to the tower along with his childhood best friend and ex-assassin Bucky Barnes. The tension in the compound was pretty thick. Tony agreed to the avengers coming back after the separation caused by the accords, but it sure as hell didn’t mean that there was no bad blood. Honestly, if you were in his place you would feel hostile towards Bucky and Steve too but you also realised that everything that happened was of no fault of Bucky’s and Steve was just following his heart like he always does.

Tony has been walking the hallways like a madman trying to calm down his nerves while Nat is feeding him words to help him. You really didn’t know what to do. It has just been over 3 months that you had officially become an avenger and quite honestly it isn’t a lot of time to get to know someone when they frequently go out to missions  and come back utterly tired unable to utter a word . Not that you were complaining , you knew they were doing their job to the utmost best and they needed their rest .

As the elevator seemed to stop at the common floor you were all in waiting for their arrival, everyone’s eyes turned to Tony then the rest exchanged looks .

As the door opened  all eyes were on Captain who had a soft smile on his face . Even after all that he has been through , after all that life has put him through , being a vigilante in the eyes of the government while running to save his best friend to be branded as a criminal . He fought for what he thought was right , going against his friends , to save the one man who used to save him.

Steve’s huge body was still barely able to cover that of the man of the hour . He was scared . He was ashamed . He didn’t have the courage to look into the eyes of the people in front of him. He could no longer be changed into the soldier by using a few words thanks to the scientists at Wakanda . And he also knows that what he did wasn’t him  and that he was trapped in his own mind . But he knows that it was his hands that killed all those people , and no amount of water will be enough to wash off the blood off his hands .

Steve moved to the side, letting everyone see Bucky’s frame. His eyes were fixed on the ground, his body evidently tense , until Steve cleared his throat and his eye rose to look at his face .

But it was Tony who spoke first ,

“You already know every one of us . So I do not think there is any need for introduction . You room is right next to Cap’s . And this is Y/N , and she is part of the team now.”, he said pointing towards you .

You walked over to Steve and extended you hand . He took yours in a firm handshake smiling down at you .

“It is an honour to meet you Captain.”
“Please call me Steve . Welcome to the team .”
You then extended your hand towards Bucky , neither did his hand nor did his eyes , raise . You could understand how he felt so you didn’t take offense .

“It’s nice to finally meet you Sergeant Barnes. I will guide you to your room .”, you say looking between Steve and Bucky .

All through the week you tried your best to make him feel comfortable around you.  He was mostly with Steve . He didn’t mingle much with anyone else. Maybe a little with Wanda as she played a huge part in helping the scientists remove the triggers from his mind .

You smiled at him every time he passed by . ‘Good morning’ and ‘How was your day?’ was something  you asked his but never got a response but only a confused look.

He couldn’t seem to process that someone was talking to him so sweetly and actually cared enough to ask him how his day was .

As the days went on he started sitting along with the rest of the team. ‘Good night’s’ and the occasional nod were shared .

“Do you want to watch something James?”you asked as you saw Bucky sitting on the sofa in front if the TV .

He looked up at you with confusion .

You picked up the remote and handed it to him after switching it on .

He got up from his place and left without saying anything . For the next few days you realised that the look of confusion was no longer there  and that a look of anger took its place .

It hurt you. You knew it will be hard for him. He seemed to be doing fine with the rest, and it was only with you that he behaved this way . But you decided to give it another try . You knew he’d go for a run every morning with Steve so you asked Steve if you could go out with him this morning and he  agreed . You walked over to the kitchen where you knew you would find Bucky, Steve walking a few steps behind you.

“Hey Bucky.”, you greeted as he was filling his water bottle. He just nodded in response for some reason even greeting him got him angry .

“So…Do you want to go for a run with me? Steve can’t come. And I know you go every day . It’s okay I won’t make chatter. We can just run in silence. Not that I can keep up with you.” you say laughing, your mind telling you to stop your blabbering, but it wasn’t your mind that stopped you but Bucky.
“Shut up!!!” His voice was laced with anger and so was his face .

“I just… I don’t want to come on a run with you okay? I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even understand why you do….”
“Bucky…”
“NO!! Just get away from me and for god’s sake don’t talk to me ever again.” He was fuming, you could feel the  anger radiating off his body. Tears trickled from your eyes, but you managed to speak back.

“Okay.  I’m sorry.”

With that you left the room as tears rolled down from your eyes.

You plopped down on  your bed as your body shook  with your sobs , your head aching with pain .   


PART 2 - RELIEF 


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I forgot I had this

An angsty poth screenshot

or just Goth spilling Palette’s favorite strawberry jam who knows?


goth belongs to @nekophy

Palette belongs to @angexci

Just want to show you guys a snippet of a project i’m doing for fun

it’s going to be angsty af  👍

ikanaide sung by Nansu

Ladybug carefully entwined her fingers with Chat Noir’s, the action as deeply steeped in romantic love as it was in solid friendship, hoping that he would notice that this was not like all the other times they’d had to share physical contact in the name of protecting their city.

She peeked up at his face and found no shock or surprise or blush or unbridled delight, but only a gentle smile, as if all was well and as it was and as it should be.

Please,” her heart begged, even as her tongue remained trapped in anxious silence, “please tell me that your heart is still mine?

Jealousy || Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

Request: Do you do one shots too or only imagines? If you do, I was thinking maybe an teen wolf x Riverdale crossover. Like the reader goes to Riverdale for the summer to hang out with her cousin that just moved there (Veronica) and she meets jughead and he reminds her of stiles the guy she’s been in love with since forever and she starts getting close to jug and Stiles finds out and gets jealous bc he’s lowkey in love with her too and he goes to Riverdale to get her and maybe there’s some angst and smut

A/n: I haven’t posted anything in months (probably 6 months? Idk) and I’m really sorry about that. I had zero motivation to write anything and if I did nothing would come to me, so I’m really sorry. But now I’m back with school almost being over, I have a lot of time now. So enjoy this imagine that I wrote and sorry if it isn’t perfect and sorry if there’s any grammar error. Love you guys x

“Do you have to go?” A sad looking Stiles asked from across the room. You sighed, nodding your head as you packed some clothes in your suitcase. Stiles let out a puff and got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to your bed. “I don’t want you to.”

 “Stiles, it’s just the summer. It would go by pretty fast.” You told the brown haired boy and gave him a smile. He gave you a forced smile and you threw the shirt you had in your hands at him. Stiles let out a loud squeak, making you burst out laughing. 

 “That was so not cool.” Stiles claimed, glaring at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and giggled a bit. “Tell me again why are you leaving?”

 “I haven’t seen my cousin, Veronica, in a really long time and she always lived on the other side of the states and now that she’s 5 hour away I can finally go and visit her.” You exclaimed, getting excited about the fact that you’re going to see your beloved cousin after so, so long.

 “What if a monster invades the town?” He asked and you stopped folding your clothes to look at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

 “Stiles, if anyone invades the town there’s always Scott, Malia, Lydia…” you started to say, your face feeling hot before finishing your sentence, “and they have you. If anyone can stop those monsters, it’s you..”

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unfortunatelackofaliens  asked:

for the fic recs, perhaps some angsty 8th year?

Thanks so much for your support, @teamfreetitan! These have varying degrees of angst, with some that made me burst out sobbing and others that gently wounded my heart before soothing the hurt with loveliness, and a few are either immediately after the Battle of Hogwarts or Hogwarts Era, but I love them all, so I hope this is okay! 


What Malfoys Don’t Do (Lady_Slytherin, 50k): Draco’s trying to cling to his old reputation and prove that he’s still a real Malfoy and that the war hasn’t broken him. Unfortunately, he can’t sleep, keeps getting overwhelmed with the feelings he’s desperately trying to repress, has to deal with a wonky wand that’s doing magic he doesn’t know, and has a very earnest Harry following him around wanting to help

Of the Heart’s Fullness and of the Coming Emptiness (tout-a-coup, 9k): Everyone’s walking on eggshells around Harry and treating him like a revered hero, and Harry doesn’t really know what to make of it. He doesn’t know what he wants or what he has to look forward to now, he just knows that there’s something about Draco’s acerbic dismissal of his hero status that makes him feel grounded

When the Songbird Stopped Singing (Nherizu, 37k): Draco feels so disconnected from his emotions that he’s often at a loss on how to react without drawing unwanted attention to himself. He tries to remember how he used to behave and mimic those actions, but Harry senses the disconnect and keeps seeking him out, determined to help

I Am Your Shadow (@eidheann, 3k): Draco feels isolated and Harry feels nothing at all, although with Draco’s help, Harry’s willing to try

The Swallows Will Return (This_Bloody_Cat, 4k): A numb and disconnected Harry finds himself getting involved with Draco, and slowly he starts to feel again  

Where Darkness Follows (@alpha-exodus, 12k): At their beginning of their eighth year, Harry can’t stop dreaming about Draco and his Mark, and finds himself drawn to him like a magnet

The Jabberwock (blithelybonny, 9k): Everyone goes on a field trip to a magical animal preserve, where they end up having to face a fearsome Jabberwock

Azoth (zeitgeistic, 89k): Harry decides to study to become a Potions Master, with the help of Draco and Snape’s portrait

Manticoria (zeitgeistic, 71k): The magical wards are falling around Britain, so the Ministry assigns the eighth years into groups to work on strengthening their defenses and finding a solution

Trust in Hope (Omi_Ohmy, 20k): When everyone in school shuns him, Draco finds himself grateful to Neville, who’s paired with him on an Herbology project and makes an effort to be kind to him. Harry notices Draco’s efforts to make amends for his past behavior and encourages Draco to try to still retain some of his old snarky arrogance

Mental (Sara Holmes, 196k): Harry and Draco are accidentally linked by a Legilimency bond and can hear each other’s thoughts. Although they initially resent it, they soon find themselves closer than they ever expected

Unexpected Consequences (lauren3210, 39k): As a punishment for his involvement with the Death Eaters, Draco has to be bound to someone. He requests Harry, who reluctantly agrees. They return to Hogwarts and get their own quarters, and find themselves drowning in sexual tension

No Greater Victory (@dictacontrion, 27k): Draco makes a bet with Pansy that he can make Harry fall in love with him and then break his heart

Wildfire (abbycadabra, 20k): Wildfires are decimating the land, Draco is hurting, and Harry feels nothing. They start hate fucking, and Draco revels in the distracting pleasure/pain while Harry is just glad to be able to feel anything at all.

And I Know the Spark (@firethesound, 16k): Harry and Draco are in a secret relationship during their sixth year. To help save Harry’s life, Draco breaks up with him and secretly goes undercover with the Death Eaters, spending his days trying to foil their plans and figure out a way to keep Harry safe (Warning: dubcon that borders on noncon)

Deep Waters (huldrejenta, 13k): Fed up with feeling numb, Draco decides to take charge of his life once again by conquering his fears and teaching himself to swim

Beyond the Mirror’s Edge (VivacissimoVoce, 40k): After a spell goes wrong, Harry seemingly disappears from existence, thought to be not quite dead but not alive either. Draco can’t understand why he’s not happier about this news, nor why he keeps hearing a strange voice calling out to him 

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) (ICMezzo, 38k): Immediately after the final battle, Harry and Draco both find their way to the Room of Requirement and end up hiding out in there, wounded and angry and unsure where to go next.

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“Dressed In Decay”

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TW // Eating disorders

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Dressed In Decay

‘233 calories in a sandwich, that’s 20 minutes of running at 5 miles per hour or 10 minutes at 10 miles per hour. An apple? That’s only 52 calories I can burn that off if I walk home instead of getting the trai-’

“Ma’am? Excuse me? Miss you’re holding up the line.”

“Huh?”

“If you’re not going to buy anything I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

“Oh! I’m sorry, so sorry, sorry”

She’s fumbling over herself as she rushes out of the shop, apologising to everyone in the line who were waiting behind her as they stared. Some with looks of irritation, most with pity, looks she’d grown used to. Yes she didn’t eat but still she walks home, craving the ache in her legs that makes her feel accomplished. 

Numb. She’s numb and she’s cold and every mirror, every window, reveals a different stranger. None of them she longs to know. Her fingers wrap around her bicep like second nature, not even thinking about it. She wears clothes too big for her frame to satisfy her crippling desire to feel small, like it’s a drug she’s addicted to the feeling of thin. The walk home is long and it gives her too much time with her own head that gives her nothing but thoughts that twist reality and make her feel unworthy, that make her do unfathomable things for self love.


“I’m home!”

Her voice cracks as she tries to level her breathing and get rid of the burning sensation in her throat. She doesn’t get an answer, thinks maybe he isn’t home yet but his shoes are by the door and his car is outside. Walking into the living room she sees him, zoned out and consumed by thoughts. What she doesn’t know is that he’s thinking about her, how he woke up this morning, and many others, to her crying over a bathroom scale, how he’s watched her suck on ice cubes just to tell him she doesn’t want dinner because she’s ‘already eaten’, how he’s watching her evaporate in front of him and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. He’s fallen in love with a barbed wire heart and it’s hurting them both.

“Harry? Babe? Harry are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh yes, yeah everything’s fine.” No it’s not, nothing’s fine, she’s killing herself

“Are you sure? You look a bit-”

“Can we drop it? I said I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Well maybe if I wasn’t watching you die I’d be in a better mood!”

You could hear a pin drop in the room. The beauty in brutality when honesty caresses your tongue, the subtle earthquake as the truth hits the ground. They’re silent, completely still, his words ringing in both of their ears. He didn’t mean to say it, it came out before he had the chance to think but he’s said it now and he can’t say he regrets it. He’s the first to break the silence, his voice low and filled with pain.

“You think you’re only hurting yourself and that no one knows but we know. You think no one can see what you’re doing to yourself? You think my heart doesn’t drop every time my phone rings because it’s like I’m waiting to be told you’ve taken it too far? You think I don’t think that every time I see you it could be the last?”

“I didn’t- um- I didn’t know you felt like this.”

“Of course you didn’t! Of course you didn’t because you’ve only been thinking about you. I’ve tried okay I’ve tried so hard to love you back to health and I can’t, all I want it for you to be okay but I can’t make you okay I’ve tried”

“But I am okay H, Okay? I’m fine.”

“When was the last time you ate a meal?”

“Wha-”

“When was the last time you had a period?”

“Harry-”

“When was the last time you stood up without almost falling over? For god sake you can’t even walk down the stairs without almost passing out!”

“Okay! okay stop, I get it okay just please stop.”

She looks… broken. He’s right, she’s not fine. I think deep in her head she knew that already, she was just denying fact in hopes that no one would notice how sick she really is. His eyes soften as he watches her, head in hands and eyes welled with tears.

“I- I didn- I’m not saying this to hurt you my love. I… I just miss you.”

“But I’m right here H”

“No you’re not! This isn’t you, How can you not see it? You are decaying. You’re rotting away right in front of my eyes and I can’t fix it. I can’t fix you”

“You… You think you need to fix me?”

“No, I think you need to fix you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch you destroy yourself, I won’t watch you kill yourself anymore okay I can’t.”

“You think I want to feel like this?! You think I don’t wish I could look at an apple and see only an apple and not half an hour of sit-ups? You think I wish I wasn’t so afraid of being full? I can’t turn the choleric calculator in my head off, I wish I could but I can’t”

She yelling and her vision is hazy and spotted with black dots as she sways, her body not used to or accustomed to exerting this amount of energy. She looks as though she could collapse at any moment and it has Harry reaching out for her, holding her up right. 

“Hey, hey you need you cool down. I hear you, okay? I just wish you’d told me sooner, it shouldn’t have gotten this far.”

“This isn’t your problem Harry, I couldn’t put this on you, I didn’t want to inconvenience you with my problems.”

“Inconvenience me? I love you, do you not understand that? Your problems are my problems.”

Her eyes land on his and there’s nothing but sincerity behind them, she’s not doubting that he cares like she does with everyone else.

“Will you help me? Please?”

His heart breaks because she’s finally asking him for help and it’s too late, this is beyond something he can fix alone. He would, he wants to, He’d do anything to be able to get her better himself but he knows he can’t. 

“I can’t love you back to health, you need to do that yourself. You need help, professional help, but I’ll hold your hand the whole way.”

“I want help H, I want to get better.”

“I know sweet,  I know, we’ll get you help.”

Sam's heaven

(A/N): So I really miss writing supernatural and I had just watched the dark side of the moon and I wanted to write a lil something about it 

Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in heaven, forced to relive their memories but what they both see is not what they expected 

 Warnings: angst? Swearing, that’s it :) 


Originally posted by adaav

   Dean and Sam were trapped in heaven; no big deal, they just had to avoid any and all angels, traverse through their best moments, and make it back home. That wasn’t too hard, was it?


    Dean’s memories had all been of family, of a time much happier than the one now. Even Sam couldn’t help the small smile that remained on his face as he watched Dean interact with people from his past; Like their own mother Watching Dean with his mom pulled at Sam’s heart strings; he wondered if they had lived a normal life if maybe he would’ve been dressed up in small flannel and horrendously ugly t-shirts, maybe he’d have had the crusts cut off of his pb&j, maybe he would have actually had a nice, functioning family. But that’s not the way it played out and he was stupid to hope for such a thing anyways. 


   Everything had been smooth until they reached sam’s memories; his best moments. There was one with his dog, only weeks after he left John and Dean, there was another on thanksgiving with a family that had been much kinder to him than his own, but the ones that really stuck with him were the ones with (Y/N). They had been his significant other since the day he left John, not really, but that was the day he met them. He’d gone to a diner, plopped down and ordered himself the most expensive burger he could, he deserved to celebrate after all. 

    “Looks like something’s got Mr. Sasquatch down,” His waiter- (Y/N)- smiled at him softly. “You okay?” Sam’s nose crinkled a bit as he looked at the menu. Did they- had they just asked if he was okay? No one ever cared enough about him to ask if he was okay. This person had even noticed that he wasn’t feeling okay and they asked him about it.

    “Uh yeah- just a bit of a hard day really,” (Y/N) smiled as they set their little notepad down, instead taking a seat right across from Sam. 

   "Wanna tell me about it? I’ll even buy your food for you,“ No one had ever been that kind to Sam, no one but (Y/N). It felt nice to finally have someone care, even if it was just a stranger. So that day Sam poured his heart and soul into his conversation with (Y/N), telling them all about his shitty childhood, about his father, about dean. For hours he talked with them and during some point the conversation had drifted from his past to other things, things like law school, art, nature, even animals. Not once in his life had Sam felt so comfortable around someone, (Y/N) was different like that and Sam absolutely loved it. But for now that wasn’t the memory he was reliving, in fact, it was a memory from months after they first met. 

    "Who the hell is that?” Dean whispered as he watched the memory unfold. 

   It dark outside, but the stars above seemed to illuminate everything splendidly. It was a large field, much like the one from Dean’s memory and in the middle of it was (Y/N). Sam’s throat choked up a bit as he looked at them, at their curious eyes, and beautiful smile. 

   "Sam, the hell is this?“ But Sam wasn’t listening, he was too focused on (Y/N). "Sam- Sammy, the hell are you doing?” Dean whispered as Sam walked forward, completely ignoring his brother. He was almost dazed really to see (Y/N) after all this time, even if it was just his own memory. 

   "Sorry I’m late,“ Sam breathes out as he sits down beside (Y/N), still in awe over how beautiful they looked. "I got lost on the way here,” (Y/N) smiled and laughed softly, their nose crinkling in a way that had his heart aching. 

   "It’s okay, you’re actually right on time,“ (Y/N) pointed to the sky, directing Sam’s gaze upwards. Above them millions of stars shined brightly, creating a sight too beautiful for words.

    It was their annual date night (every Friday to be exact) but rather than stay inside and watch some shitty tv shows (as per they usually did. They were poor college students after all) (Y/N) had hauled Sam along to watch the stars; They had always been a bit of an astronomy geek so they were more than excited to show Sam the starry sky.

    "Isn’t it beautiful?” (Y/N) asked softly as they looked to the sky in awe, their eyes twinkling so brightly that Sam wanted to cry. 

   "Yeah,“ Sam nodded as he stared at them. "It sure is," 


    "Who the hell was that?” Dean asked as they traveled along, coming to Sam’s next memory. 

   "I dated them in college,“ Sam Shrugs a bit. "Just a fling really," 

   "That sure as hell didn’t look like a fling,” Dean scrutinized as he glared at Sam, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “We’re you in love?" 

   "Dean-” Sam sighed as he smiled just a bit. “I’m telling you, it was nothing," 

   "Uh huh,” Dean clicked his tongue as they walked along. “I’m sure," 

  "I promise you, it was nothing-" 

   "Sam!” Sam was interrupted by yet another memory and by no surprise it was another one involving (Y/N). 

   They pounced upon him like cat, pulling him into a nearly bonecrushing hug. 

   "I was so worried, where have you been?“ Sam had gone away for a day or two, just for a little getaway from Stamford. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going and he stupidly left his phone at home. He wouldn’t need to contact anyone, he knew how to fend for himself after all. It was such a peaceful trip that Sam honestly didn’t even think about the consequences that was until (Y/N) was cupping his cheeks and staring at him with tear filled eyes. 

   "I’m sorry (Y/N),” Sam whispers, his heart clenching as he stared at (Y/N). Even after all these years seeing their expression still hurt him, seeing their worried face and pained eyes still had the same reaction as it did years ago. “I was jus out on a trip, I didn’t think to tell anyone,”

    “You fucking idiot,” (Y/N) chides although their watery chuckled completely betrayed their words. “I was so fucking scared, I was damn near close to calling the police. God- fuck you you fucking prick.” Without any warning (Y/N) leaned in, connecting their lips to Sam’s. It was their first kiss and god it had been amazing. (Y/N)’s lips felt absolutely perfect against Sam’s and if he could he’d have let them linger there all day but there was something pulling him away, forcing their lips apart. 

   "I love you (Y/N),“ Sam spews, like word vomit that he simply could not control. "I love you so much,” It was the first time he’d ever admitted to loving someone. He hadn’t even ever told his father or brother that he directly loved them, (Y/N) was a first. Sam’s breath was shaky as he looked at (Y/N), his heart pounding wildly just as it had the day he said those three words to them for real.

    “I love you too Sammy,” (Y/N) sobbed happily as they threw their arms around his neck (or at least the best they could). “I love you so fucking much,” Sam sighed again as he wrapped his arms around their waist, tugging them impossibly closer to him. His scruffy face nuzzled into their neck and he couldn’t help it when his own soft little cry fell from his lips. God- he missed (Y/N) so much, more than anyone ever; he’d give anything to be back there, back in their arms, safe and happy, oblivious to the evil around him- 

    “Sam.” Sean’s voice is softer now than it was the first time. “Sam c'mon on, we gotta go,” Sam didnt want to leave, he couldn’t leave (Y/N) a second time but he knew he had to. So with the utmost reluctancy Sam let go, letting Dean drag him away from the best thing to ever happen to him. 


   Now they were walking down a lonely stretch of road, different from either one of their memories. The air felt heavy, depressed really, so much so that it was nearly impossible for Sam to breathe, or perhaps those were the tears building behind his eyes that were making functioning so hard. 

   "So what happened to them?“ Dean asks softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Sam sighs as he walks on, heart heavier than it had been in a long time.

    "After a run in with a ghost I decided that it was too dangerous, the whole together thing." 

   "So you left them?" 

   "Yep, left them heartbroken too.”

   "I’d imagine so, seems like you two were really close.“

    "Yeah,” Sam sighs as he looks behind him, back at his happiest memories, or at least where they used to be, for now it was just the same never ending stretch of road. 

   "So- did you really love them?“ Dean knew he was treading on thin ice but he was curious, mighty curious.

    "Yes,” Sam nods, looking down at the water covered asphalt to avoid looking at anything else. “More than anything in this world," 

    "Y'know…if we ever get out of here you should give them call, get some closure.” Sam chuckles dryly, a harsh sound that hurt his throat.

    “They probably hate me now or some shit.”

    “Never too late to try,” Dean smiled softly as he walked on, down the endless stretch of highway that only seemed to get longer as they walked. Yeah…maybe Sam would give them a call if he ever got out. That was his motivation now, a phone call to (Y/N) if he survived.


    Sam sighed as he picked up his phone, eyeing the small thing warily.

    “Come on man,” Dean said trough a mouth of food. “You promised yourself," 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Sam dials in their number, or the number they had previously used years ago. “I know,” He stared at the numbers hesitantly, his heart racing uncontrollably. This was it. If no one answered that would be it, that’s the last time he’d ever try to contact (Y/N). 

  So with a shaking hand Sam pressed call, waiting for some message stating that the number was now disconnected or something but to Sam’s surprise the thing actually began to ring. The number was still up and running, that meant either (Y/N) hadn’t ever changed their number or someone else was now using it. 

   Sam gulped as it continued to ring again and again and again, it was almost to the last ring when it suddenly stopped, meaning that someone had finally picked up.

    “Hello?”

    “Hi, uh (Y/N)? This is Sam Winchester-”

reminiscence || isaac lahey (!!)

author: @sincerelystiles
pairing: isaac x reader
word count: 1,280

warning: nsfw

authors note: this is dedicated to my hay-babe @sarcasticallystilinski bc she’s ill and has major isaac feels, i luh u bby x x inspired by reminiscence (listen on repeat) 

summary: reader reminisces a night with isaac until her subconscious finally wakes her up. 


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