Thaaaaank you @alwaysfangirly!! 💖 And omg, you’re so kind! And so patient! Because this took me forever and you were so sweet about it!
I hope you like what I did with it! (Even though it might be kinda messy and confusing…) Oh, and I also posted it on AO3, because… well, once more, it turned out longer than I intended…
“Pansy, where was I yesterday?”
“What was I doing? Did you see me talking to anyone?”
Draco paced the length of the eighth year common room, feeling Pansy’s intent stare on him.
“Those are really odd questions to ask. Have you lost your mind?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Draco muttered, stopping in front of the fireplace. “I think someone obliviated me. No, I am sure someone obliviated me.”
He heard Pansy get off the armchair and walk over to him.
“Are you sure? Why would someone do that to you?”
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Draco growled.
“But how can you be sure you’ve been obliviated? I mean, isn’t the point of obliviating someone that they… well, forget?”
Draco scratched the back of his neck, nodding absentmindedly.
“Something just felt off when I woke up this morning. I was sure it was Wednesday but then I saw the Daily Prophet and realised it was already Thursday. I remember everything until Tuesday night and waking up today. But if I try to think about what happened yesterday, my mind just goes blank. I’ve been racking my brain all day long. It’s the only explanation, Pansy. I-”
Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw Potter enter the common room. Something was… weird about him today. He didn’t look at Draco. He hadn’t looked at Draco all day. He always looked at Draco. He probably thought it went unnoticed but, of course, Draco noticed. He always stared right back whenever Potter briefly averted his eyes. Always. But why was Potter avoiding his gaze today?
“Potter!” Without a moment’s hesitation, he strode over to the Gryffindor.
“Hey Malfoy,” he mumbled, his eyes on the carpet.
“Potter, is there something you want to tell me?” Draco inquired, lowering his head to catch the other boy’s eye.
“No?” the Gryffindor said, his voice slightly shaking.
“I think there is. Out with it, Potter! Something happened yesterday, I know it.”
“You do?” Potter said in astonishment, finally looking up. His eyes were full of wonder and… apprehension. “But you shouldn’t-” He broke off, pressing his mouth into a thin line.
“I shouldn’t what?” Draco said, stepping closer and narrowing his eyes. “Remember? You did it, didn’t you? You were the one who obliviated me.”
Potter was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but Draco saw right through him.
“The question is,” he said slowly, lowering his voice, “why did you do it?”
Potter closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
“I’ve been feeling guilty about that all day. I shouldn’t have done it.”
“Then why did you?” Draco asked.
“I panicked, okay? I didn’t do it on purpose. It was like a reflex.”
Now Draco simply had to know what had happened the day before. This sounded serious.
“Show me,” he said, grabbing Potter by the wrist.
“There’s got to be a Pensieve around here somewhere,” Draco muttered, already dragging Potter out of the common room.
“There is, actually,” Potter mumbled behind him.
Draco looked around the memory he and Potter had just dived into. They were in the dungeons and class had just started.
“Professor, why are you showing us Amortentia again?” one of the students asked, sounding more eager than annoyed.
“Because,” Professor Slughorn said with a smile, “I want you to brew an antidote today. So everyone take a quick sniff to get in the right mood and get started.”
Draco frowned as he watched himself go into the storage room, apparently ignoring Slughorn’s instructions. His eyes then fell on Potter, Pensieve-Potter to be precise, who stood in front of the cauldron full of Amortentia. Granger and the Weasel were standing beside him, grinning at each other. It was disgusting.
“What do you smell, Harry?” the Weasel asked. Potter blinked.
“Come on, we’re your friends. You can tell us,” the Weasel insisted, elbowing him.
“No, Ron, I literally smell nothing,” Potter muttered, sounding genuinely surprised.
“That’s strange,” Granger chimed in.
“Yeah.” Potter creased his eyebrows. “I would have thought-” He stopped abruptly as Draco, well, Pensieve-Draco, came into view again, locking eyes with him.
“Professor, have you ever heard of anyone who doesn’t smell anything? In regards to Amortentia, I mean.”
“Hermione,” Potter growled through gritted teeth.
“What, she didn’t say it was you,” the Weasel shrugged. Potter slapped a hand to his forehead and Draco saw himself smirk.
“You don’t smell anything, Potter? That’s pretty pathetic.” When Pensieve-Draco simply strutted back to his desk and began chopping his ingredients, the real Draco frowned.
“So that’s the big secret? This is why you obliviated me?” he asked.
“Wait for it,” Potter mumbled. Was Draco imagining it or were Potter’s cheeks turning a bit rosy? He was biting the inside of his cheek, too, and constantly shifting his weight. He was nervous.
Intrigued, Draco watched as the class proceeded without significant interruptions.
When Slughorn dismissed them and students started hurrying out of the classroom, Draco tapped his foot impatiently. He paused when he saw his past self purposely bump into Potter, causing the Gryffindor to drop all his books.
Smirking to himself, Pensieve-Draco bent down to help Pensieve-Potter pick up his things, quickly scanning the room. They were the only ones left.
“So, you really didn’t smell anything?” Draco heard himself ask. Pensieve-Potter just scowled at him. Draco could see what Pensieve-Potter obviously didn’t; Pensieve-Draco was disappointed. “Nothing at all?”
Getting up, Pensieve-Potter slammed down his books on the desk nearest to him.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I used to smell… something. So you can save your taunts about-”
“What is that?” Pensieve-Draco suddenly asked. Potter had been draping his Gryffindor scarf around his neck but had halted at the Slytherin’s outburst. The real Draco watched closely as his past self stretched out a hand and examined the scarf.
“What is it now?” Pensieve-Potter said, sounding irritated but also slightly nervous. “It’s my scarf.”
Pensieve-Draco slowly shook his head as he drew out his wand.
“No, something is off.” He pointed his wand at the scarf and before Potter could protest or interfere, he had mumbled, “Revelio.”
Imagine... trying to prove yourself to Dean’s father
Summary: A case pops up nearby while Sam and Dean are away, leaving you the only one available to track down the monsters. But Dean insists you have help, and sends along a surprising partner: his father. The two of you have never met, and you’re anxious to prove yourself to the seasoned hunter.
Pairing: Dean x Reader (tiny tiny minuscule amounts of John x reader)
Word Count: 3,700
Warnings: typical spn violence, injuries, blood, language
A/N: This is for @trexrambling‘s hunter celebration! Congratulations on the followers, Jess, and thank you for coming up with such a fun and unique challenge!
My hunting partner was John, the weapon was a paintball gun, and we’re hunting vampires…
So, this one time during competitive, I decided to be a doof and sit in the booth as Mercy. And then just about everyone else on my team tried to sit with me. It was hilarious watching my friends (as Hanzo and Genji) fight over who could sit next to me.
And then my other friend as Soldier 76 joined in, and I’m pretty sure the Pharah was trying to nudge herself into the “date with Mercy” pile. It was awesome!
I've heard that people with amnesia can still hold the same feelings for someone even if they don't remember why they feel that way about the person. Do you think it's still possible for people to love and appreciate you even if they don't remember you?
* i, uh- i’ll be honest, sweetpea, never thought of it that way. the influence of the Void is pretty thorough, ‘n the people i have extended contact with either die or come back from the cusp of death with at least a little memory of me… it’s all the other interactions that no one remembers.
* … that’s a nice thought, though. the soul is a better source of rememberin’ connections even when the mind can’t, so… that… may be possible.
* it’s hard to say, ‘n i’m not inclined to be messin’ with people ‘n causin’ them grief through the lost memories and headache if it wasn’t the case. but… thank you, sweetpea. that’s somethin’ that’s a little warm in the cold mess of the Void’s effects.
the raven king is done! man what a ride, i forget how much happens in this one
like tfc, the sticky notes are color coded: red/pink are sad/grim significant moments, yellow is exy history or significant game moments, orange is moments that made me laugh, green is general significant moments, and blue is character insight/development
i probably won’t color code tkm because i’m running out of sticky notes (and ive read tkm one more time than tfc and trk, so i know it better), but i should have tkm done in the next few days!
Request: Hi, may I please ask a request? Its a bit angsty tho. It takes place in OOtP, where Sirius talks to Harry by floo and Sirius says “You’re less like your father than I thought”. What if Harry reacted differently? What if he became seriously (no pun intended) upset? And Sirius wonders to Remus why Harry’s avoiding him and Remus finds out what he said and he flips out and Sirius realizes he f’d up and tries to apologize and they have a godfather/godson bonding. I hope this is ok :)
Word Count: 2,637
Warnings: You might cry, this is very bittersweet. The fandom needs more Sirius/Harry moments <3
Author’s Note: I hope you feel the same things while reading this as I did while writing it, because it’s one of my favorite things I’ve done.
“Alright, alright, I’ve
got the point,” said Sirius. He looked
most displeased. “Just an idea, thought you
might like to get together—”
“I would, I just don’t
want you chucked back in Azkaban!” said Harry.
There was a pause in
which Sirius looked out from the fire at Harry, a crease between his sunken
“You’re less like your
father than I thought,” he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. “The risk would’ve been what made it fun for
–Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, pages 304-305.
Hermione gasped to Harry’s left and Harry felt color rising
to his cheeks at Sirius’s brash comment.
He narrowed his eyes at Sirius, who stared back from the flames with equal
determination. Beneath his anger at what
his godfather had just said, Harry felt more hurt than anything and was shocked
that Sirius would deal him what he knew was a very low blow.
“Yeah?” he asked quietly, challengingly, and he heard
Hermione murmur something hurriedly to Ron before the two of them got up and
left the vicinity.
Sirius’s eyes flickered away from Harry’s for a split second
before he made eye contact again and saw that Harry was daring Sirius to
“James hated being separated from his friends, is all.”
“And I don’t, is that it?” said Harry coldly, trying to
fight back the lump rising in his throat.
“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got my two best mates with me, thanks.”
With that, Harry followed Ron and Hermione’s lead and left
the fireplace. He didn’t wait to see if
Sirius stuck around at all, but a soft pop
in the hearth gave him his answer.