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anonymous asked:

Drastoria

  • who buys the flowers: draco.
  • who eats all the candy hearts: astoria.
  • who says not to buy gifts but does anyway: DRACO. he always tells her not to buy him gifts and says that he won’t either, and then he ends up basically buying her a fucking house. 
  • who says i love you first: draco.
  • who pays for dinner: draco.
  • who writes the love letters: astoria.
  • who initiates pda: draco mainly, but astoria likes to tease draco in public sometimes if she is feeling particularly in the mood.
  • who is the most emotionally vulnerable: draco.
  • who brings up having kids: draco, but when he tells her, he explains how afraid he is. then she comforts him and tells him how wonderful he is and that he will be a great dad.
  • who takes everything seriously: draco.
  • who is the hopeless romantic: astoria.
  • who is the jealous type: DRACO.
  • who hogs the blankets: astoria.
  • who apologizes first after an argument: draco.
  • who proposes: draco.
  • what are their pet names for each other: they call each other honey. but astoria calls him “dray” and he calls her “stori.” trust me though, astoria is the only one that gets away with calling him “dray.”

send me a ship!

She ran her fingers over the delicate stitching on the fabric. The gold thread shone in such a brilliant way that her eyes began to water. Off in the corner of her room she heard the sound of her kwami stirring.

“Marinette?” her soft voice called from her little bed.

Marinette didn’t say a word. She stared blankly down at the fabric as she read the embroidered words over and over again.

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

How those words burned into her eyes.

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Home Coming

Pairing: George Washington X Reader

Words 1,601

Warnings: None

Summary: Your husband is finally home, and your children and you couldn’t be happier.


You rocked slowly in the chair with you sweet little girl in your lap. She was all curls and smiles and you smiled softly as you watched your baby clapped her pudgy hands and erupt giggles.

“Again, again, again mommy”!

“Again”?

“Again! Again!”

“Alright, ready?”

You secured her on your lap with one arm, and held up your other hand to gesture along with the song.

“Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong.”

She erupted in giggles again clapping wildly.

You heard the thundering of shoes down the hall and you shook your head quietly as the door to the nursery swung open and your two boys waked in.

“Momma”!

“Momma”!

“Hello my little troublemakers”.

You swung our baby girl on to your hip as you stood up to greet your sweet five year old, and your mischievous seven year old.
Your oldest pulled his brother along to stand in front of you before they both been to fidget in there excitement.

“Momma we finished our lessons today”.

“Ah huh”.

Your oldest wore a bright grin proud of himself while your little boy stood beside him hair sticking up like duck feathers nodding along happily to everything his big brother said.

You dramatically faked surprise putting on a silly act for your children.

“What! You did?”

Your youngest two giggled hysterically, but your oldest just nodded seriously.

“Ah huh, and you promised that we could all go out to the gardens and play when we finished”.

You mocked a serious expression.

“Did I say that?”

Your oldest gave you an expression of utmost seriousness.

“Yes, I sat through all my lessons, even my calligraphy lesson”

You smiled at your dear boy and then turned to your baby and pretended to whisper.

“Did you hear that sweetheart he even sat through his calligraphy lessons! Do you want to go play outside with your brothers?”

Your little angel stretched her cubby little arms as far as she could and clapped enthusiastically.

“Yay, I goo play outside”.

“You heard her boys, let’s go play outside”.

You grabbed a big patchwork blanket and followed your boys though the halls to the front yard, baby one arm and a blanket in the other.

You laughed as your boys ran off the porch like a shot, laughing and yelling all the way.

You walk off the porch at a much slower pace, and made your way to the shade of your favorite tree trying to hold on to your squirming baby who wanted to go run around with her brothers.

“Hold on sweetheart I need to put the blanket down before we go play”.

After negotiating the blanket on the grass, you put down your baby girl who immediately tried to bolt after her brothers.

“Sweethearts wait for me”.

You followed after your baby as she half stumbled, half ran through the tall grass stopping every now and the to look at flowers, or watch a bug that flew by.

You watched your children play and run and laugh and you found yourself laughing along.

The sun was warm on your cheeks and the wind pushed your hair into your face as you followed behind your baby.

Your little girl was so determined running to and fro she lasted almost forty minutes trying to keep up with her brothers before she plopped backwards.
She looked up at where you stood behind her and she gave you her biggest smile and raised her arms in the universal sign for UP.
You looked down at her with a smile.

“Mommy to the rescue?”

She smiled and clapped her extended arms.

“Yay! Mommy to the rescue”

You reached down and sweep her up, and made you way to your blanket in the shade. You sat down and looked at the sweet girl in your lap.

“Did you have fun?”

“Mmhm”.

She suddenly tilted her head to the side.

“Daddy?”

Your smile fell as you thought of your husband. The most recent letter was from a week ago, and it told all about how officially the war was over.
At last, after years of him fighting, and after years of the constant fear of losing him, after all the nightmares, and tear stained letters, the war was won.
He was safe, but he couldn’t come home yet. No.
He had to stay and help negotiate the terms of surrender. He had written about that there was no telling how long negotiations would last, and there was no telling when he would be able to return home.
You look at your baby with a sad smile.

“Daddy, is busy sweetie, but he loves you so much and he is trying so hard to make the world a better place for you”.

She looked up at you with his eyes and started shaking her head.

“Daddy!”

You felt your eyes start to water at the thought of your baby calling for someone too far away to hear her. You pulled her close in a hug, trying to comfort her.

“Shh shh baby, your daddy will be home as soon as he can”.

She squirmed out of the hug and reached her arms out to someone behind you yelling as she stretched with all her might.

“DADDY!”

Then you heard a familiar chuckle and your breathe caught.
You turned to look behind you and there he was, George, smiling brighter than you had seen since the war began.

He reached down and lifted your baby girl from your arms and covered her curl covered head in kisses, his eyes glistening as he told her how much he missed her, and how much he loved her.

“Dad?”

“Daddy?”

Your boys had finally seen him and you felt the sting of tears in your eyes as you saw the look of hope, and complete disbelief on their faces.

Your five year old ran over as fast as his legs would carry him and crashed into Georges legs hugging him with all the strength he could muster.

Your seven year old, just stood there frozen and stared.
He didn’t move a muscle even as his little brother ran off.
He just stood absolutely still, as if he was afraid that if he moved George would disappear.
From where you sat you could see his hands shake and the tears run down his face.

George just slowly handed you the baby, and knelt down to give your little boy a proper hug before reaching out one arm towards your oldest.

A sob echoed in the air as your oldest finally ran to his father wrapping his arms around him desperately.

Between his broken sobs you could hear George whisper to them.

“I missed you guys so much, I love you guys so much”.

You could feel warm tears fall down your face as you held your baby close and watched your boys greet their father after so long.

After your boys stopped crying, George pulled away from the hug and looked at you where you sat.

He stood up and reached down a hand for you to take.

A shuttering breath left your mouth as you grabbed his hand.

He helped you stand up and took the baby from your arms gave her a kiss on the nose before siting her gently on the blanket.

He then turned to you, and before he could say a word you flung your arms around his neck.

“Oh… Oh thank god…. your home.”

Your voice shook as you spoke, and you could taste the salt from your tears.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)”

He whispered your name like a prayer as he wrapped his arms around your waist and bowed his head into your neck where you felt his warm tears against your skin.

“I.. I missed you so much George”.

Your voice broke as you tried to speak.

He lifted his head from your neck to meet your eyes, and he brought a hand up to wipe your tears.

“(Y/N) you never left my thoughts, the thought of coming home to you and the children kept me going”.

You leaned up and kissed his right check then his left, then his forehead, and the tip of his nose and finally your lips found his.
The kiss was soft and shared unspoken truths between you two that could never be properly explained in words.
Only the fact that the kids were there kept it for going any farther then a single kiss.

“I love you so much George”.

“And I love you (Y/N), more then words could express”.

After, you felt several persistent tugs on your skirt you slowly unwound your arms from his neck before leaning down and picking up your baby who immediately demanded another hug from her father, who readily accepted.

You could help smiling as you watched your family.

Your baby was siting on her fathers hip, her head on his shoulder babbling on and on about flowers, bugs and songs.

All the while, your boys grabbed George’s free hand each managing to hold two of his fingers trying to lead the way to the library so they could show him the work they accomplished in their lessons.

You watched as they started making their way back to the house, so you grabbed your old blanket, and hurried to join them.

As you finally caught up with them you snuck a kiss on Georges cheek.

“Welcome home”.

He smiled back at you.

“There is no where else I would rather be”.

-C

anonymous asked:

Any thoughts on how petunia reacted after they find harry on the doorstep?

This is probably a little more than you were asking for but….

Once the shock died down I think Petunia’s major feelings were probably guilt and maybe even some regret, which is what led her to take Harry in. We saw in The Prince’s Tale that Lily and Petunia were close as children, but we could also see Petunia always feared the magic Lily possessed…but she was also jealous of it, as we saw when Lily and Severus found those letters between Petunia and Dumbledore with her pleading to let her go to Hogwarts too. So after she found she couldn’t go, she began to resent Lily and I think a small part of her was hurt that Lily chose to go off to school and leave her behind. And then having Muggle parents, naturally they were enthralled by the tales Lily had to tell about her time at school, which would make Petunia feel left out and her resentment continued to grow (”But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!“). It grew so much that she began to hate magic and everything and everyone associated with it, leading her to strive for normalcy. She found it in Vernon Dursley, who was a normal man, with a normal job, and they lived in a normal house in a normal neighborhood and had a normal son. 

But still, Lily was her sister, and it did seem like she tried to keep some kind of relationship with her even after she went off to Hogwarts…but it seemed to always go wrong. Lily mentions in her letter to Sirius that young Harry smashed a horrible vase Petunia had sent her for Christmas which, although Lily found it ugly, was a bit more thoughtful than the old socks, single tissue, etc. Harry got. Also, we know there was that dinner that went horribly between James, Lily, Vernon and Petunia, and then Petunia refused to let Lily be a bridesmaid at her wedding and Vernon refused to talk to James at the reception, calling him “some kind of amateur magician” within earshot, which was probably the last straw for both parties, and was probably the last time they saw each other face-to-face. The last correspondence between the Lily and Petunia was that Harry had been born, which Petunia threw away immediately. 

And suddenly one day Petunia goes to put out the milk bottles and finds a baby on her doorstep. A baby, who was most likely startled awake by her scream, blinking up at her with a nasty cut on its forehead and her sisters bright, green eyes. She probably snatched Harry up and brought him inside, not wanting the neighbors, no doubt peering out their windows to discover the source of the scream, to see a baby sitting on their doorstep. Vernon would have come hurtling down the stairs asking what was wrong, and started stammering at the baby in her arms. She would have plucked up the letter in Harry’s blankets and read it very quickly. And then she read it again, more slowly. And one more time to ensure the words on the page were real. 

Did she want Harry? No. Did she love him like her own son? Obviously not. But she took him. Lily had died for her son, and if Petunia did not take him in, it may have been for nothing. Harry would still be in danger, but she understood that by allowing Harry a place under her roof, it would seal the blood magic Lily’s death had left on him and keep him safe, at least for now. Petunia had already lost her sister over a year before, but now her sister was truly gone. Not just dead, but hunted down and murdered. Petunia never knew the danger Lily was in, and she probably felt guilty for that. Her sister had been targeted, forced into hiding, and murdered in her own home, and Petunia hadn’t the faintest idea until then. Petunia may have resented Lily but surely she never wanted her dead. But she was gone. And so were Lily and Petunia’s parents. She was the only one who could help Harry, and begrudgingly she took him. Harry, who would be a constant reminder of her sister and the world she could never be a part of, knowing one day he too would get go off to the school she never could. But she took him.

hi so i just woke up whoops because i hadn’t slept at all since yesterday night / the day before something like that bUT THAT ISN’T IMPORTANT.

MY LITTLE SISTER IS ABSOLUTELY STELLAR. She’s only 9 years old, but last night we were supposed to hang out a bit before she went to bed for school, and like, take a super nice hot relaxing epsom salt bath together. Welp, unfortunately for me I blacked out cold like a rock somehow before I could even get in (and enjoy a delicious dessert I had made for the both of us). 

I woke up just now with a blanket over me and a note left on my laptop screen. She wrote it because she knew that I would be wondering what the heckie happened last night, and she hoped I read the letter. She had already been in the tub and when she got out, she saw that I was sleeping. She put all the candles and stuff BACK in it’s rightful places, took all the things like food and water and brought that downstairs, charged my laptop because I forgot I disconnected it, and covered me with a blanket because I looked cold. I just. I am BLOWN AWAY by her absolute kindness and intelligence.

Sam, you are hands down, one of the most amazing baby sisters in the universe and gosh, I am so blessed and fortunate to have you as my sister. <3

a picture perfect family

a closer look at the mage.

drabble.


picture this:

a perfect family.

there’s a man, dark haired and handsome and smiling.

and there’s a woman, with butterscotch hair down to her waist and rosy cheeks and gently curved lips.

and there’s a blued eyed baby, chubby arm raised in the air. 

picture what could have.

picture what should have.

picture what would have been.

but it didn’t work out like that.


i think i loved her. i called her my lucy and i was so happy when our little simon began to show.

“this is it,” i would whisper. “he’s going to save the world.”

and he might- but it took all of lucy. 

and that’s when it started to go wrong. (that’s when i started to go wrong.)


i dropped him off on a dark night, wrapped in a soft blue blanket with his name scrawled on his arm- simon snow. (everyone deserves a silly middle name.)

i didn’t want to. i wanted to add a letter, a long one.

his name is simon snow.

he’s the most important person you will ever meet, and you must treat him as such. you should teach him and keep him from harm and keep him happy, always. 

for her.

his name is simon snow. his name is simon snow. he’s my baby, he’s her baby. she’s gone now.

i have to give him up. 

it’s for the good of all of us.

i don’t.


when i see him, again, it’s like all the air has been sucked out of the universe.

his hair is gold and his eyes are blue and he’s looking at me with distrust, suspicion. he looks just like her.

“simon snow,” i say.

“how d’you know my name?”

i gave it to you, i want to say, although that would be a lie. i want him back, i want him back-

for the good of the people. the greater good.

 “you’re very important, simon.” he’s so important. he’s mine. he’s hers- “you’re the greatest mage anyone has ever known.”

“what?’

“you came in a prophesy. you’re destiny.”


i think i’m doing it right.

i don’t know. lucy was always the one that could tell.

“davy,” she would whisper. “davy, that’s not quite right.”

i listened to her, usually. she would know.

but i think i’m doing it right. i think i’m helping. 


i think about telling him.

“i’m your father,” i’d say, and he’d light up.

“really? you- really?”

and his lucy-glow would come back, and i’d smile reassuringly- you won’t have to be alone, now- and-

i can’t.

i don’t.