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The Stupid Bag (Draco Malfoy x Reader)


Draco pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation and turned just in time to see most of your books cascade to the floor. It was the fifth time in three days that this had happened and he honestly didn’t understand why you wouldn’t just buy a new bag. Instead, you insisted on repeatedly casting Reparo multiple times a day. Talk about a waste of time and magic. He watched in disdain as a group of sixth and seventh year boys began to crowd around you eagerly trying to offer you their assistance. His eyes narrowed at a particularly bold one who actually dared to put a hand on your arm.

“Keep that expression on your face and you’ll get permanent wrinkles, you know.” Pansy said from next to him. He leveled a glare at her before smoothing out his aristocratic features. “Malfoy’s don’t get wrinkles.” He sniffed while Pansy merely rolled her eyes in boredom. “Come on, class starts in five.”  She said pulling on his arm. “And stop pining after her for Salazar’s sake, it’s unbecoming of you.” She smirked. Draco’s protests were lost in the crowd as their professor arrived just in time to usher them into Transfigurations. Pining? Since when has he ever pined? He doesn’t pine. Pansy can shove it.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, semi-suicidal thoughts, near death experience (If this is a trigger for you please be aware!!!)

Word count:  1542

A/N: Yup, I’m finally back with a new fic! I don’t know how I feel about this one but I hope you guys will like it. Lots of love xx

Feedback is highly appreciated as always!

Originally posted by godhelptheboy

Originally posted by greatestgifsofalltime

“She loved the ocean because every time the waves left the shore, they always came back.”

It was early in the morning when you drove down to Lake Alvin just outside Sioux Falls. The sun was about to rise and the fresh summer air calmed you. It felt like this was the thousandth night you woke up from a nightmare. So you decided to come here like you always did when everything got too much to handle.

This place was you escape. There were hundrets of memories attached to it.

The first time you kissed someone was at this lake with Dean when you were ten.

The first time you made love with someone was at this lake with Dean when you were sixteen.

The first time he told you he loved you was at this very lake, under the stars on a warm summer night many many years ago.

But now he was no longer with you.

It was unbearable to sleep without Dean next to you. You were exhausted and sleep deprived but there was little you could do about it. Every night when you closed your eyes, his face would haunt you in your dreams. He would beg you to save him from the torture he was enduring and every night you would wake up, covered sweat with tears running down your face.

You got out of one of Bobby’s cars and walked towards the small pier. You took your shoes off on your way there, the old wood under your foot soles feeling rough and dry. Sitting down on the edge of the pier, you let your feet dangle over the water.

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One Chance [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 1582
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Sirius Black wants to be with Y/n L/n, but can he prove that he’s more than just his one night stands?
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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“You know love, you look rather ravishing this early morning,” Sirius said with a smirk as he sat beside you in the Great Hall. “Go away Black,” you sighed, turning away from the black haired boy.

“Don’t be like that baby girl! I’m just telling you the truth! Don’t you want someone telling you that you look beautiful?” Sirius faked hurt.

“I do want someone to tell me I look beautiful. I don’t want you,” you told him as you pushed your food away from you.

The smirk on his face is unmistakable, “Oh, you don’t want me? I think you’re lying.”

“Why would you think I’m lying?”

“Because I’m irresistible,” Sirius said smugly.

“You’re so up yourself. Just leave me alone,” you said as you stood up. As you began to walk off, you heard Sirius say, “Just you wait, baby girl. You’ll realise how much you want me.”

“That’s likely,” you muttered as you walked out.


“Hey L/n!”

You rolled your eyes and groaned, tucking your textbooks under your arm, “What do you want now Black?”

“Same as before. I want you,” he said, reaching over to push a lock of your hair out of your face. You pulled away from him and narrowed your eyes, “Look, Black. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not interested in you. I’m not interested in being your toy of the day, or the week if I’m ‘lucky’. I don’t want to sleep with you! Why can’t you accept that?!”

“Hey now,” Sirius faked shock and hurt, “I don’t just want to sleep with you. I want a relationship with you.”

You scoffed, “Oh yeah? I’ll believe that when Lily Evans agrees to date James bloody Potter. And, considering how things are going with them, that’s never. Why don’t you just go back to Marlene McKinnon or something? Weren’t you fucking her last week? You’re all she can talk about anyways.”

Your voice sounded bitter though you didn’t mean it to.

“I don’t want to be with McKinnon! I want to be with you. Yes, I’ve slept with her. I’ve slept with a lot of people, and I know you know it. There’s no point denying it. But don’t judge me based on what I’ve done,” Sirius said.

“Considering that I’ve literally watched nearly every girl in our entire year, the year below and the year above crying over how you played them, I’m gonna have to go with the likelihood that if I were to go out with you, I’d be the next girl crying in the toilet cubicles,” you moved your textbooks under the other arm.

Sirius was silent, and you rolled your eyes again, “Look, if you have nothing else to say then we’re done here. Just accept the fact that I don’t want you. I never have, and I never will.”

You turned around and began to walk off, though before you got too far away, you could have sworn you heard him say, “I’ll win you over, just you wait L/n.”


“Come on Evans, just say yes to him! It’s just one date. I know he’s a dork, but you know he means well,” Sirius pleaded with the redhead.

“You just want Y/n to go out with you,” Lily accused, frowning at the taller boy. “Well, yes. But Prongs deserves a date too. Why can’t you do it? For me?” Sirius pouted, but Lily just raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not saying yes to James just so you can break Y/n’s heart. Go find a new hobby,” she said, “But if you really want to be with her that badly, why don’t you just prove it to her? Stop sleeping around, and flirting with other girls. Make her realise you’re serious - excuse the pun - about her. Now, I’ve got to go, hun. I’m late for class. But good luck!”

Sirius cursed to himself, leaning against a wall. All he wanted was a chance with you, but you wouldn’t give him it. He could see why, but he hated it nonetheless.

He watched as you walked past him on your way to class, admiring how beautiful you looked. You may have been wearing the same robes as everyone else in the school, but to him, you somehow made them look… better.

Maybe Lily was right. He’d have to prove to you that he wanted to be with you.

“Hey Sirius, want to skip class and…” Marlene smirked suggestively, appearing at his side as she stroked up Sirius’ bicep slowly.

Sirius closed his eyes and pushed her away, “Not now, McKinnon.” As he walked away, his eyes still trained on your retreating form, Marlene frowned.

Sirius never said no to being with a girl.


“He’s acting strange, I’m telling you,” Marlene said as she reapplied her lipstick, “I keep offering myself to him and he keeps denying me! He never used to do that! I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Lily acted like she had no idea why Sirius had been acted the way he was, but secretly smiled to herself. He was listening to her advice for the first time ever.

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to sleep around anymore,” Lily said, making Marlene sigh. “I never thought the day would come.”


You sat beside the Black Lake, enjoying the summer breeze as you sat reading a book you took from the library earlier.

It was a perfect afternoon, and you were enjoying the peace and quiet until your reading was disrupted by a voice.

“Y/n, babe,” James said as he sat down beside you. You looked up at the messy haired boy, raising an eyebrow, “What’s up Potter?”

“Nothing! Can’t a guy sit with one of his best friends on a nice afternoon and not want anything?” James said in fake shock.

“You’re right, they can. But not when the guy in question’s best friend has been almost stalking me for weeks now,” you said as you marked the page of your book and closed it.

“I wouldn’t call it stalking as such,” James said with a smile. “What would you call it then?” He paused for a moment, “Okay, no, you’re right. He has been stalking you a little. But only because he’s crazy about you. You’re the only thing he’s been taking about for weeks now.”

You almost blushed at the new information, your heart starting to beat faster, though you’d never admit that aloud. “What’s he been saying?”

“Just how much he loves you. And that he wants to be with you. And some other sickeningly lovey stuff that I’d only repeat if it were to my Lily. The point is, he’s head over heels for you babe,” James said as he leant back to lay across the grass.

You didn’t say anything, trying to hide the small smile that was making its way across your face.

“Why doesn’t he just say that to me?” You asked, laying down next to James. He shrugged, “He’s not good at feelings.”

“Do me a favour and convince him to tell me his feelings? I want to hear it from him,” you said as you reached over to grab your book again.

“Will do, babe.”


“Come on, Padfoot! She told me herself, she wants you to tell her how you feel! Women love words! So tell her for Merlin’s sake!” James said to Sirius as they walked out of the Great Hall.

“I wouldn’t know where to begin. How am I supposed to put into words how much I love her, and how much I hate it when she’s not around?” Sirius asked in despair.

“Actually, I think you just did,” James said with a grin as he saw you rounding the corner at that particular moment. He slapped Sirius on the back as he began to walk away.

“Did you hear that?” Sirius asked you, wincing a little. “Maybe,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear, “But just in case I heard it wrong, maybe you should say it again. But this time to my face.”

“I erm… I… I don’t… I mean… Damn it! Why is this so hard to say?! Why can’t I just tell you how bad I want you?! And not like a ‘I want you in my bed’ want you, but like… Merlin, Y/n, I just want to be with you! I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, I want to be able to hold you, touch you, make other guys know that you’re mine! Because whether you know it or not, you are mine! And I’m going to keep on asking you out, because I’m not going to give up on you, on us! You belong with me, in my arms!” He grabbed your hips and pulled your body against his as he slowly walked you backwards. You felt the wall behind you, and all you could focus on was the love and lust clouding Sirius’ eyes.

“Please Y/n. Just give me a chance!” He pleaded quietly.

“You know, that’s the first real thing you’ve said to me,” you said with a small smile, “Without all the flirting and all the other charm crap.”

Sirius grinned, “So you’ll give me chance?”

He looked at you hopefully, and you pretended to think for a minute, before smiling back, “One chance. If you blow it, it’s not my fault.”

“One chance is all I need, baby girl.”

Things I associate with VIXX

N: Playing with puppies, the feeling of the sun on your skin, lazy days, white bed sheets, playing with hair, star gazing, drinking warm coffee, aged books, eating macaroons, holding hands across a table, cuddling on the couch, writing in a diary, calligraphy, climbing trees, playing in the sand at the beach, traveling to London, paper bags, felt tip pens, split coffee, chocolate chip cookies.

Hongbin: Mirrors, taking pictures, collared shirts, Polaroids, scrap booking, watches, grand father clocks, white converse, sketching with pens, playing in the snow, denim jackets, grey cardigans, listening to music on a train, walking around the countryside, bike riding by the beach, fairy lights, cloudy days, maps, gravel, burning paper.

Leo: Freckles, broken glass, fluorescent lights, doc martens, tile floors, dates at the aquarium, floating in open water, mirages, candle sticks, rings, sitting at the bottom of a pool, walking along railroad tracks, getting lost at night, sitting by a lake, a cool night breeze, street lights, wet roads, water distortion, dreams, crashing waves, lathering soap, wire armatures.

Ken: Fallen yellow leaves, sunflowers, eating oranges on a hot day, glitter, painting, drinking tea, feeling grass on your feet, caramel, soft serve ice cream, picking flowers, flannel, doodling on the corner of a page, falling asleep in a field, waiting for a subway, eating eggs in the morning, checking things off of a to do list, dried flowers.

Ravi: Sitting in an old book shop, playing with matches, untied shoe laces, dried roses, drinking red wine, eating raspberries, rubies, late nights at a bar, a crescent moon, drinking coffee alone in the middle of the night, smeared lipstick, trespassing in old train yards, getting a cut, abandoned libraries, bomber jackets, scratch marks, hickeys.

Hyuk: Flowers floating in water, bath bombs, antique replica ships, collecting crystals, marshmallows, white Adidas, sleeping in late, bubble baths, pink lemonade, shy kisses, playing with hair, platinum blonde hair, pink hoodies, strawberries, baseball hats, putting photos on your wall, cherry blossoms, eating peaches, rhinestones.

Disclaimer: I don’t know VIXX very well. I only listen to a few of their songs. Please do not be upset if it does not turn out the way you want. This is my interpretation. (I literally only look at one picture of them and base it off of that.)

Oath [Draco x Reader]

Originally posted by dramione-feltson-forever

Request:  25 and 30 For Draco?

25: “You can have me, or you can have him/her/them”

30: “I-I promise”

Word count:948

A/N: hope you enjoy this because i had a lot of fun writing this!!! angst with draco is my favorite thing to write!

There was only one way to say it. Despite his brat like behavior and how cruel he was, you saw good in Draco and even, though you never would admit, are head-over-heels for the boy. He had never been particularly nasty to you either so you just let your little crush be. 

You snuck glances at him during classes both of you shared, in the halls, and also at dinner. The little sketch book you kept in your nightstand contained his name written in your prettiest handwriting, surrounded by a heart. Yes, it was a little cliche but it was a crush. Or at least it was until Draco caught you staring at him more than once and he would smile towards you. Other times you caught him staring at you! And how that made you heart so happy.

Soon, you and Draco started meeting up in the library when he actually asked for some help with Potions. You agreed immediately. That evening, you spent your time with him laughing, chairs side by side, him telling you stories he thought funny. He was a whole new person for you. 

And so you told him, about your little crush on him. He didn’t respond immediately or at all until you stood up to leave. But before you could, he grabbed your sleeve and pulled you back down to his level. Then he muttered something about think you were cute, and kissed your cheek, then escorted you back to your designated common room. 

Down in the great hall the next morning, you caught him snogging with Pansy Parkinson. And it hurt, it hurt watching him kiss her after you admit your feelings. 

So you made it your mission to ignore him for the rest of your years at Hogwarts.

You arrived a little earlier to your last class earlier than usual, at the end of a long week. Which also meant being the first one there and getting to choose your seat. Since the class was Astronomy and your grades were flawless, you took a seat more towards the back, at a table for two. You hoped your friend, Luna, would be your partner and fill the empty seat next to you.

But as fate would have it, your wish didn’t come true. Instead, that beautiful, blonde-haired slytherin boy, Draco Malfoy, took the seat adjacent to you. You would have changed to another table if Madam Sinistra hadn’t slammed the door signalling classed had begun. You spotted Luna and her fellow Ravenclaw, Cho Chang, about three table away from you.

“Hello, (Y/L/N),” Draco said smugly, leaning back in his chair as he looked over to you.

“Draco,” you nodded and pulled out your book for class. From the corner of his eye, you could see the smirk at the corner of his lips, he was trying to work you up.

The period went by with nothing else conversation wise. But he did try to talk with you on multiple occasions, going as far to scoot his chair close to yours and place his hand on your upper thigh. So you did like any lady should, slap his hand away.

And silence remained until after class.

It wasn’t until after dinner till Draco approached you again.

He found you sketching the moon, swinging in a bench by the lake. Your hair waving slightly from the breeze the lake caused and from where he was walking, he could see the discomfort he had caused. 

“(Y/N),” he called. You looked up and began to put all of your drawing materials away quickly so that you could make a run for it.Sadly he caught you before you even left the bench.

“(Y/N), you’ve been ignoring me since our little session in the library. You haven’t snuck at me in days. What is wrong?”

“Draco, please, just leave me alone,” you stood up, trying to make haste to leave. 

“No,” he snagged your bag full of drawing materials away from you.

“Draco, please give that back and leave me be,” you attempted to argue.

“No,” he spoke again, “ tell what is going on.”

“What’s going on?!? Why do you care! Just go back to Crabbe and Goyle and- and Pansy!”

“Pansy? Why would I want to be around her?!?”

“I don’t know , maybe to go make out with her like you did earlier this week.”

“You saw that?”

“Of course I saw that! You can’ttel someone you like them and go snog on someone else.”

“(Y/N), it was a dare!”


“You’re over reacting it was just a kiss”

“Just a kiss?!? Draco, I wouldn’t be upset but I’ve seen you two kiss on multiple occasions and that’s not okay if anything was between us!”

“Well, your not my girlfriend. I don’t understand why you’re acting so jealous.”

“You don’t under- goddammit, Malofy!I’m jealous because I LOVE YOU and I admitted that to you! And you go kiss someone else, when you should have been kissing me! I’m the one you come to when you need to talk because no one else knows that actual you, not HER!” You huffed out and pulled your bag back, “You can haver me, or you can have her!”

With that, your shoulders dropped and you began to walk away.

“You,”you heard a small voice come from behind you.


“It’s you, I choose you.”

That’s all you need to here to turn around and drop your bag, embracing the blonde boy in a hug. Your nose nuzzling against his neck.

“Do you promise not to hook up with ever?” You pulled away, looking him in the eye. He just nodded at me, “take an oath.”

“I-I promise.”

I suppose it is submerged memories that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theatre is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?
—  W. G. Sebald – from The Rings of Saturn trans. Michael Hulse
Beauty & The Beast: Chapter One

The sweet scent of roses mingled with the crisp morning air as Beauty skipped down a narrow path around the sparkling lake. A slight breeze produced a few ripples on the surface of the water and caressed the young girl’s rosy cheeks.


The girl paused and turned around to face the dark gray mansion behind her. She grinned, then sprinted toward the handsome woman calling to her.

“You look quite refreshed, darling,” the woman laughed, brushing a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear.

“It is so beautiful this morning, mother! The birds have been singing to me for hours and the flowers are perfect for a bouquet,” Beauty rushed, her eyes twinkling. “Have you ever seen a morning more exquisite than this?”

“Exquisite? And which book did you learn that word from?” her mother asked in amusement.

“The book Father gave me before he left on his trip, An Exquisite Day in Paradise. It’s a murder mystery!”

Frowning, Beauty’s mother shook her head. “Why do you not read normal books about love, like your sisters do?”

Beauty wrinkled her nose. “Love is boring. Mysteries are exciting. Father says that romance books do not teach anything useful.”

“Speaking of your father, he just arrived and would like to see you.”

“He did?” Beauty squealed, her face flushing with excitement as she presented a handful of colorful wild flowers neatly arranged in her tiny hands. “May I take him these flowers?”


“Yes, mother?”


Beauty tilted her head and stared up at her mother. The former elegance of the woman began to fade as her face paled and she began to shake.

“Mother? Mother, what’s wrong?”

“Bea…uty…” her mother murmured quietly, then her body vanished into thin air.


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Percabeth One-Shot: Hurt

((I’m so so so so SO sorry! I absolutely suck, but here it is! It took forever and a half, and I’m not actually done with college, but I’m ignoring responsibilities for a moment to do these 😊 Hope you enjoy! I’m so sorry if this is horrible. I tried!)) 

The slam, following the sharp opening of the Athena cabin door, rattled around the crowded room, and a hush fell over the bodies surrounding the blonde on the lower bunk.

It had been a warm, droopy summer afternoon around Camp-Half Blood. Orange shirts littered the sand as campers splashed around the canon lake, and a cool breeze skipped around the camp activities littered along the grassy hills. The strawberries rested in golden streams of sunlight. A volleyball bounced around the packed court, and the relaxed mid-summer time lulled over the peace of the camp. That was, until, Percy Jackson heard that Annabeth was hurt.

“What happened? Who was watching? What-” The questions started rolling from Percy as his strides took him inside. Younger campers split like waves the grown man could control. Sand trickled over the wooden floor and water shaped his foot prints as he swooped past the doorway. He was a man on a mission, and the campers knew better than to get in his way.

“Percy-” Annabeth tried, watching his rigid form glance at the campers milling around the cabin.

“Who let this happen?”


“Was no body watching them?”


“What did Chiron say?”


“Is it-”

“Seaweed Brain!”

The nickname snapped him out of his detective mindset, and his sea green finally latched onto her grey.

“Hi there. Good to see you.” Annabeth sarcastically started, raising an eyebrow at him.

Percy’s body was at her side in seconds, a wet squish coming from his trunks smooshing onto the bed.

“And there go my sheets.” She muttered, earning a couple chuckles that never hit Percy’s ears.

“Are you ok? What happened?” Percy glanced around the room, feeling more like a soap opera than a person, “Everyone that can’t heal her magically can leave.”

The scamper of feet practically trampled over one another to get out, and a quite rumbled across the frantically emptied room. Percy’s eyes fell on a single remaining figure who took his sweet time packing up his equipment. The completely relaxed demeanor of Will Solace lingered around the large desk on the far side of the cabin. He snapped shut the little clasps of his box and finally let his eyes move to the couple on the bed as he collected his things.

“Does it feel ok now?” Will asks with a small smile, his eyes not even needing to flick to Percy’s still protective position. Dressed in shorts and a brightly colored, loose tank top, Will looked more prepared to sun bathe rather than take care of Annabeth. Not that Percy didn’t trust Will… this was just Annabeth.

“It feels much better. Thank you, Will.” Annabeth replies, equally as calm.

“You can take the brace off soon, just want to give the ambrosia a little help with the healing. Take care of yourself. Percy.” Will’s final word pulled Percy’s attention from Annabeth to him.

Percy offered the blonde a small nod. He was grateful. Despite his protection, Percy knew that Will took care of her before he knew about the accident. If there was one person Percy knew would do his job right, it was Will. Annabeth didn’t seem in pain, and Percy was more panicked about it than she was. That meant Will must have done something right… right?

The son of Poseidon’s eyes moved back to his girlfriend, his hands softly moving to her left arm. A beige arm brace covered the tan skin from her elbow to her fist, her slim fingers and fingernails poking out happily. She even wiggled them for good measure as he analyzed the scene. Percy swore he could see a bit of bruising inside the brace, but a small voice in his head deiced it was just his nerves.

“What happened?” He asked once again, his voice much more under control.

The defensive, protective boyfriend softly slipped away, and a soft concern fell over his eyes. She looked completely fine besides the arm. Her blonde curls were in a high ponytail, one or two strands out of place and hanging beside her ears. Her camp shirt had its sleeves rolled up, and her black jean shorts matched her converse. Little silver owls dangled on her ears, and her grey eyes happily looked back into his own. She looked fine, minus the arm, and that alone gave Percy some relief.

“It was a total accident, Percy,” Annabeth reassured as her good hand moved to brush across his jawline, “I was asked to help supervise some new campers on the climbing wall and, on the way down, something happened with the wiring of one girl’s gear. Luckily, I broke her fall, so she wasn’t even half as hurt as I was. It’s just a sprain. Will gave me ambrosia and the brace. I’m ok. Hey,” his eyes pulled from her brace, “I’m ok.”

Her words pushed a rush of relief through his body, and Percy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It was an accident. Just an accident. Plus! It was a sprain! Annabeth had dealt with sprains before. She easily could take a sprain. A small nod came from Percy, and the first small smile since he entered the cabin.

“As long as you’re ok. I-”

Percy was interrupted as a gentle knock came from the door. The small head of a girl popped in, and both demi-gods turned to look at her. Bulky dark brown glasses rested on her face, and the shyness on her face peaked over the lenses. Her shirt was a bit big on her, and she had a few scrapes on her arms and knees.

“Anna-Annabeth?” The girl asked, her voice matching the same softness her body leaked.

“Hi Riley, Riley, you know Percy. Percy, this is Riley. She’s the girl I helped today.” Annabeth introduced.

Percy flashed a smile at the young girl, and a hot blush went over her face. Her eyes flicked all around the cabin, and her words grew more stuttered as she continued.

“Uh, um hi Percy. I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you for today. But I-I can come back.”

Riley was out of the door before either could object, and the couple was in their own comfort once again. Percy frowned gently.

“Did I do something?” He wondered, watching the closed door with worry. He honestly wasn’t that scary.

A laugh slipped from Annabeth, and Percy raised an eyebrow as her. She shrugged gently, moving both arms lazily onto his shoulders.

“Hmm, I don’t know. It could be that you’re just really scary, or… ya know… it could be the fact you’re completely shirtless.”

The surprise registered across Percy’s face, and her glanced down at himself. Water droplet from his swim earlier rolled down his bare chest, and speckles of sand laid in patches across his chest. He let himself get wet sometime while he swam, and it was a warm enough day that he wanted the feeling of the cool water. In his rush of worry, he completely forgot the first he put on the sand by his shoes, high tailing it from the sound to the cabins. He had handled the entire situation in just a pair of dripping swim trunks and bare feet.

A sheepish grin falls across Percy’s lips, and a shrug follows close after.


Annabeth smiled back, her head leaning to let her lips meet his. They kissed a moment, their noses brushing once they parted for air.

“I love you.” Annabeth breathed, their foreheads softly touching.

“I love you too,” he muttered back with a grin.

“Now, get off of my bed and go put a shirt on.”

harry potter au part 3! patronuses and happiness

Moonlight glistened off the surface of the lake and a cool breeze caressed them where they sat watching it. Davey was nestled between Jack’s legs, leaning back against his chest, gripping a blanket so it was snug round them. Jack was resting his chin on Davey’s head, free hand stroking his arm, breathing in sync with him. Their patronuses frolicked ahead of them, lighting them up in white, Davey’s lioness affectionately headbutting Jack’s horse, which nuzzled it in return. 

This was one of the better things to come out of the whole sense-of-impending-doom. Having learned how to conjure patronuses in the DA meetings was something to be really proud of, despite what they were meant to be up against. Davey was incredibly fond of his, had been from the moment the silver wisps started to form into something real. It was like a companion, one that he had to summon his most buoyant happiness to conjure, and it stood for something pretty exceptional. It was a beautiful manifestation of a whole generation of kids standing up for themselves, proving their worth, and he could get addicted to how protected it made him feel. 

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Neville Longbottom x Reader: Breathless

Originally posted by jimsuggs

A/N: Some Neville cuteness for you all this evening. Thank you for all of the recent support and activity! :) xoxo

Warnings: Drowning tw

Neville Longbottom adored plants. Finally, he had found his calling, after failing desperately at potions, being unable to transfigure anything at all, and having less than luck with divination. He understood Herbology. The behaviors and requirements of plants made sense to him. And it was a good thing too, because they didn’t make as much sense to his girlfriend, Y/N.

The two had met in Herbology a few years back. Y/N and Neville were partners, and she was supplying him tools when she draped her cloak sleeve over the plant and it had attempted to ensnare her. Neville let out a shriek, pulled her out, and the both of them had a good laugh. They had been best friends, and eventually more, ever since.

Although Y/N didn’t get plants, she loved Neville, and enjoyed listening to him chatter on about Herbology, his green eyes fluttery and excited. So she frequently accompanied him on his Herbology research adventures, scraping through forests to find different species’ of thistles, marching through meadows to collect samples of brush, and currently, wading through the great lake watching out for strangling seagrass. Her job as an assistant was to hold the jars and vials for different kelps.

It wasn’t so bad. The sun was high in the sky raining warmth over their shoulders, but the cool lake breeze kept them at a good temperature. Hogwarts students sprinkled themselves over the grounds, setting out picnics and dipping into the lake. Frogs croaked along the shore, and dragonflies sung a summer tune as they buzzed through the trees. Waterskippers skated through Y/N’s legs, making her giggle. Neville turned around at the ring of laugher and smiled to himself, thinking that there was no sight more beautiful in all of the world.

Y/N could feel the water slowly seeping through her wellies, and she was putting all of her effort in not slipping on the mud. She was somewhat of a klutz. Oddly, Neville found this assuring. His face was practically glowing. He chuckled to himself, whispering things such as “how fascinating!” and “truly remarkable!”, and collecting snippets of algae to put in glass vials. Y/N’s heart was warm with adoration as she listened to him coo over the wildlife. His enthused attitude healed her fear of being dragged to the depths of the lake by a disgruntled plant.

“Lovely, hand me a jar please.” Neville said, his voice echoing over the lake.

“You got it- oops.” Y/N said, pulling out a jar but dropping a few vials into the lake. Neville let out a laugh.

“Y/N!” He said teasingly, accepting the jar.

“Oh shush,” Y/N replied, pulling the rest of the lot back into her arms. “I’ll get it.”

She reached down and fumbled in the water for the things she dropped. Feeling nothing but minnows darting through her fingers, she dipped down lower. Her ear was parallel with the water, and sticking her entire arm in, she grasped a glass tube.

“Aha!” She said, smirking. A reed wrapped itself all the way up to her shoulder, and Neville’s face went pale. Y/N didn’t notice and tried to pull herself up, pride glimmering on her face at her success.

“No, Y/N!” He cried, rushing towards her in the water.

It was too late. The seagrass gave a firm tug and Y/N – plus all of the samples and glassware she was holding – slipped into the water. Y/N opened her eyes to see nothing but silt rumpling in the water, as the seagrass dragged her down the muddy slope into the depths of the lake. Her hands shot out, trying to grab as much of the equipment as she could, hugging it to her chest. Her senses heightened from fear and guilt, she began to flail her legs but the seagrass held on tighter.

Y/N suddenly came to the realization of her lack of breath, and her eyes darted through the water, seeing that the sunlight was disappearing further into the background. The only thoughts in her mind were how sorry she was that she had managed to lose Neville’s research. Starting to sputter, she kicked off her wellies and managed to swim a bit further before more tendrils of kelp snatched her back. Y/N’s lungs began to fill with water. She watched helplessly as she was dragged into complete darkness.

Until, something else grabbed her arm, tugging against the strangling seagrass. The pair were shooting upwards in the water. In shock, she dropped the containers she was holding. Taking the opportunity to draw her wand, she muttered “stupefy!” and pointed her wand to the snarl of kelp. The seagrass finally relented. Clearly resentful, it sunk back into the depths of the lake. Just when Y/N felt she could be underwater no longer, she surfaced, letting out a huge gasp and squeezing her eyes shut.

She sputtered, coughed up some lakewater, and flopped on her back. Strong arms lifted her to shore, and finally Y/N opened her eyes, tipping the water from her ears. Adjusting to sudden sunlight, she discovered a very frantic Neville peering over her. He had splashed in after her. Y/N was impressed – she hadn’t thought Neville a swimmer. He balled up his shirt, putting it under Y/N’s head as cushioning. His hands flew to her face. Her eyes flew to his toned pectorals and lean stomach, drinking them in.

“Love?!” He said, out of breath. “Can you hear me? Y/N? Dear?”

Y/N coughed once more, slicking back her y/h/c hair with one hand and putting the other on Neville’s shoulder. Wheezing uncomfortably, she gave a sharp nod, tossing her wand to the side with a splat! in the mud. She pulled herself into a sitting position. Neville sat down beside her, running his thumbs over her cheeks, his face scrunched in worry.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see it sneak up on you, darling.” He mumbled, his voice choked. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Y/N nodded again, gulping air in and out of her lungs – savoring the feeling. She wrung out a bit of her skirt, and squeezed yet more water from her hair. Her breathing soon calmed, y/e/c eyes fluttering with the breeze. With a heavy sigh, Y/N turned to look up at Neville, staring into his apologetic eyes.


“Yes, my beloved?” He replied, pulling her into a close embrace.

“Why is it always me?”

Rocky: A George Weasley x Reader Imagine

Requested: yes

In this imagine the reader is dating George Weasley, but her cousin, Draco Malfoy, is not at all pleased. After a heated confrontation the twins find out about Malfoy’s outburst and plan revenge. Will the reader be able to love freely despite an unsupportive family, or will it all fall apart?

Warnings: a few curse words

(Sidenote: I’m super proud of one of these insults, guess which one. Also, apologies for making Draco a monster. It hurt because he has my heart.)

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
~~~ - used to show passage of time

Word count: 2,060


“Y/N!” I hear Draco storming up behind me.

“What Malfoy?” I ask, rather uninterested in whatever he wants to complain about now. “If it’s about Potter and the Weasley girl I already know- and yes it’s perfectly horrid.”

“Actually-” He sneers, somehow managing to step in front of me. “It’s about you and the Weasley boy.”

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anonymous asked:

dear M., i feel like to curtsy is very much in place here. i just finished IWWV and to say i loved it wouldn't do you justice. i'm still there, book hungover, the lake breeze still faintly present. at the end i cried, not sure if because it was the end or because of how honest it felt. yes, despite the eloquent vocabulary, the feeling was raw and overwhelmingly present. and so were the characters, the sort i'll probably carry in my subconscious from now on. (1)

(2) and i have to say, there was not one sentence i would’ve crossed out. not a single one. not once have i felt the need to put the book down. the text flew beautifully. so curtsies to you and your editor and everyone involved, thank you ever so much for gifting us with IWWV! ~

Thank you so much for this lovely message. I’m so pleased to hear you enjoyed the book so much and I will pass your compliments along to my agent and the folks at Flatiron!

today has been a… surprising victory?

you all have probably seen that my life’s been a little bit of a mess lately. but today I:

-almost got into a shouting match while standing up for myself (damn it, it felt GOOD)

-wrote a spontaneous entry for the daddy’s calling verse (completely drafted, just needs to be edited)

-received an email that I wasn’t expecting from a friend

-went for a walk at a local lake and felt the breeze on my face and it was LOVELY

-worked on the Secret Project

-and I’m reading/rambling with you all about a whole bunch of different whamilton ideas!

even though I still have to get through a ridiculous amount of laundry/dishes/other assorted chores… this has been a valuable day. :)

A little ficlet based on this really beautiful art by @platinasi, of Scorbus sleeping by the lake.


They’re supposed to be studying but it’s easier to sleep. All those late nights spent in the library – quizzing each other until they’re hoarse, writing notes until their hands are sore, reading until their eyes blur too much to see the page – they’re starting to catch up to them. And it is such a nice afternoon.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your work, and I'd like to request (being for the summer occasion and all) how would Alibaba, Titus, Hakuryuu, Morgiana and Yunan spend a summer date with their s/o (in modern times like a picnic, day at the beach, walk through the park etc.)

Alibaba Saluja

  • Alibaba escorts his s/o to the State Fair, with carnival rides, games, funnel cake, the works. He doesn’t skimp on the tickets, so they can get on the rides as much as they want—dizzy and hoarse from screaming. When their eye catches a cute stuffed animal in one of the game booths, he refuses to stop playing until he’s won it for them. 


  • Morgiana rolls her s/o out of bed early—pulling some clothes on them, brushing out the more obvious tangles in their hair, and pushing them out the door. They arrive at the Farmers’ Market, bright and early to pick all the best produce and flowers. They casually make small talk with the sellers about their crops, finding the perfect picks for a fresh and organic breakfast.

Ren Hakuryuu

  • Hakuryuu rents a tandem bike, complete with a little wicker basket where he stashed a home cooked lunch and drinks. He huffs and puffs from the back seat—refusing to let his s/o do the work. They slowly work their way along a path near the lake shore, the breeze off the water keeping them cool as they ride to a little hidden picnic spot just on the beach. 

Titus Alexius

  • Titus takes his s/o to a local ice cream shop, greeting each staff member and customer by name—he’s clearly a regular customer and a well loved one at that. The shop owner greets Titus, offering him and his s/o a sundae on the house. Titus deliberates over which flavor to pick, eventually settling on a bright blue one that will surely turn both their tongues blue.


  • Yunan keeps an eye out for local yard sales, dragging his s/o in tow to browse the hand-me-down items. He’ll buy them both a glass of lemonade from the children at the end of the driveway before they look over the family’s old things, chattering about the memories each might have and wondering if they could give it some of their own .