The pennycandystore beyond the El is where I first fell in love with unreality Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom of that september afternoon A cat upon the counter moved among the licorice sticks and tootsie rolls and Oh Boy Gum
Outside the leaves were falling as they died
A wind had blown away the sun
A girl ran in Her hair was rainy Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Outside the leaves were falling and they cried Too soon! too soon!
You glared at the Hufflepuff who wrote ‘Voldemorts Son’ on the side of Scorpius’ trunk, sending a mean bat boogy hex at him. You cast a quick scorgify before Scorpius saw it, sliding back into your compartment on the train and taking a seat beside him. He gave you a small smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder before turning back to his conversation with Albus. You laid your head on his shoulder, letting your eyes drift closed.
When you woke up, Scorpius was asleep with his face pressed against the glass and Albus was trying to get licorice to stick to Scorpius face. You snorted, shaking your head in amusement. Albus smirked, passing you a few pieces of licorice so that you could join in. You put one in your mouth, and began sticking the other to the underside of Scorpius’ jaw. You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back your laughter as he began to stir, bringing up his other hand to scratch his face lazily. You glanced over at Albus, who held a licorice mid air above Scorpius’ face which only made it harder for you not to laugh, and watched as his grip slipped and the licorice smacked Scorpius right on the forehead.
“What?” Scorpius asked, blinking the sleep from his eyes as both you and Albus broke down in fits of laughter. Pieces of licorice dangled from his face, swinging slowly with every move of his face. “What’s so funny? Why are you on the floor?”
“Nothing babe, not a thing,” you giggled, patting his arm slightly as you helped Albus back to his feet with your other hand. “How’d you sleep?”
“Weird, I had a dream you guys were putting candy all over my face,” he murmured, bringing his hand up to scratch his face again. A piece of licorice fell into his hand, causing his brow to furrow in confusion before he turned to look at you. “You did put candy on my face!”
“In our defense you look very cute with licorice on your face,” Albus fake cooed, laughing loudly when Scorpius chucked the licorice at his head. “I was bored and both of you were asleep, if Y/N hadn’t woken up I would’ve put licorice on her face too.”
“I’ll remember that Potter,” you glared half heartedly.
“Whatever Weasley,” he snorted, nudging Scorpius with his foot. “You’re dating a Weasley and your dad is okay with it, it’s like we’ve entered another dimension.”
“Draco loves me, you’re just mad that he invites me back for Holiday and not you,” you retorted, sticking your tongue out at your cousin.
“She’s not wrong Al,” Scorpius chuckled, pulling the remaining pieces of licorice from his face. “We’re almost at Hogwarts right? It’s hard to believe we’re seventh years.”
“What isn’t surprising is that you’re head boy,” you smirked, watching the blush move up his neck and to his face. “Does this mean I finally get to do my uncles proud and wreck some havoc without detention?”
“I can’t play favorites you know that,” Scorpius scolded, giving a defeated sigh as you gave him the puppy dog eyes. “Fine just nothing major please?”
“Just a little prank on one of our fellow seventh years, nothing major honest,” you beamed, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “We’d better get into our robes though, I think we’re pulling into Hogsmeade station.”
You sat down at the Slytherin table, listening to the sorting hats new song and going over your new schedule. You glanced over at Scorpius schedule, smiling to yourself when you saw you only had two classes different. Scorpius turned to look at you, smiling softly as if thinking the same thing.
“Time to take some first years down to Slytherin yeah?” you asked him, nudging his shoulder with your own as the tables cleared.
“Highlight of the year, being gawked at for being the rumored son of Voldemort,” he sighed, throwing his satchel over his shoulder and lacing his fingers with yours. “Walk with me will you?”
“Course darling,” you smiled sympathetically, getting to your feet and waiting for the first years to follow the two of you. You listen fondly as Scorpius explains the different teachers attitudes and what you can and can’t get away with, laughing softly when he got to Professor Longbottom.
“He’s a really cool guy, but he doesn’t tolerate any kind of bullying you guys need to remember that,” Scorpius warned, having already witnessed one of them send a stinging hex at another Slytherin. “He will give you detention and when you get back to the common room you’ll have to deal with me or Y/N if I’m not around.”
You smirked slightly, raising a single eyebrow at the group before you as everyone turned to look at you. “Scorpius is much nicer than I am, he might just yell at you if that, I’m going to make you hand wash the entire common room if you’re bullying anybody. Got it?”
“Yes ma'am,” someone from the back of the group sneered, causing everyone to whip their heads around in surprise. You resisted the urge to laugh as Albus looked around in fake shock. “Who said such a thing?”
“You’re Harry Potter’s son! And he’s Draco Malfoy’s son!” The first years began to piece everything together, earning silent groans from all three of you.
“Yes they are, give them hell and you’ll be in a lot of trouble,” you promised, turning back to continue your walk to the common room. “C'mon we haven’t got all day.”
“You’re something else you know that?” Scorpius mumbled, rubbing the exposed skin of your hip lightly as he rested his head against your stomach.
"I love you Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,“ You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his platinum blonde hair.
"I love you too Y/N Y/M/N Malfoy,” he smiled, placing a soft kiss beside your belly button.
“I’m not a Malfoy yet love,” you reminded him, looking into his stricking grey eyes.
“After I get Bill and Fleur’s permission it’s only a matter of time, beside I like the way it sounds,” he defended, sitting up on his elbows to look into your eyes.
“I like how it sounds too,” you admitted, leaning forward and capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.
“Do you think they’ll say yes?” He asked as he pulled back, his voice tainted with worry.
“They love you, dad might take a bit more persuasion because we’re only 17 but I think he’ll be okay with it,” you assured, brushing your thumb against his cheek bone slowly. “And if he’s not, I’m going to marry you anyways.”
“Dad is going to be mad we hid it for so long,” Scorpius laughed, leaning into your touch.
“Only a year, but he’ll get over it he’ll probably be too busy celebrating to be mad,” you snickered, imagining Draco yelling at the two of you while trying to fight a smile.
“Sometimes I think he loves you more than he loves me, so I’ll let you tell him,” he decided with a decided nod of his head.
“We’ll tell them all together, but we better tell Albus first, he’d kill both of us if he wasn’t the first to know.”
“Right you are my love,” he sighed, slowly trailing kisses down your body. “Later though, yeah?”
“Yeah later,” you bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan as you watched him slip between your legs. “It can wait.”
Of all part-time jobs, Will had taken to earn money for his college tuition, working at Mrs. Jackson-Blofis’s candy shop is by far his favorite.
Not because he’s got free access to tasting some of the treats, it was just an added bonus really or because Sally is a really nice lady to work with or that he actually get along with his coworker, a guy named Magnus who maybe in in equal parts interested in the medical field as him,
But because, almost every day, half an hour later during his shift, the exact same person would enter the shops sporting his usual attire of almost everything black and his eyes so chocolate brown, it’s easy to get lost staring at it. He would get a different treat every day, always trying everything that’s new or special on the racks but at the same time, he’d always have those black licorice sticks Will was never really been a fun of.
And Will Solace had a huge crush on him.
Too bad, he doesn’t even know his name.
“Thanks for coming, Nico. Be back again, next time” Magnus waved the teen of having had to serve him instead of Will who had to get something from the storage room. Will, who just on time emerged from the room managed to catch the last part of the two’s conversations, though.
Will looked at Magnus with looks of utter betrayal.
Licorice watches one of his fathers rubbing at the blood trickling down his forehead, and then turns to the wide-eyed man cowering behind him. With the threat of Satanick averted at least temporarily, Licorice is already decreasing to his normal height and mannerisms, and is attempting to frisk Ivlis’s pockets for candy before he becomes too short to do so. He doesn’t quite succeed, and ends up clinging with all four limbs to his flame-father’s leg. Ivlis lets Licorice stay there until the child starts actively attempting to climb his leg. At that point, Ivlis pries his son off, holding him awkwardly. It has been a long time since he last held a child this young, and Licorice luckily isn’t as vicious as Poemi. Ivlis has a feeling that might change as Licorice grows older, though.
Dean wouldn’t tell anyone about what had happened in his djinn induced fantasy. Sam and Cas wouldn’t have minded so much, but Dean was acting weird. Every time Sam so much as opened his mouth, Dean was huffing his way out of the room with a clipped, “Not going to talk about it.” But at least he didn’t have it as bad as Cas who Dean wouldn’t even look at. Whenever Dean so much as glimpsed a five o’clock shadow or rumpled bed head, he was spinning on his heel and marching a hasty retreat to his room. With his back turned he never saw the look of hurt and confusion cross his best friend’s face. But Sam did.
Sam knew that Cas was spending almost all of his time working on his aim or pumping iron, convinced that he was at fault for Dean’s capture and that was why Dean didn’t want him in the bunker anymore. He also knew that it was only a matter of time before Cas left, thinking himself completely unwelcome if he couldn’t prove himself as a human hunter. The last thing Sam knew for sure was that despite Dean’s infuriating actions, it would break him to have Cas leave.
That was why, after a week straight of no change in Dean’s behavior, Sam decided to confront him. He knocked on his door. “Dean?” he called, and then without waiting for an answer he opened the door and came in.
“Fuck, Sammy, you don’t even wait for a response? I coulda been naked!” Dean shouted.
checking his email when he saw one from a local film center. He was
only on the list because they had run the original Ghostbusters
about a month before. Normally this place just ran weird independent
movies and foreign films that he wasn’t overly interested in. He was
about to delete the email when he saw the subject: Two French
Classics. One Night Only.
Because it’s been too long since I dabbled in writing
Everlark. And also, because best-friends-realizing-they’re-perfect-for-each-other
fics are my first and final love.
I drag a stick of licorice between my teeth, one shoulder
pressed against the steel rods roping in the balcony, the other shoulder snuggled
warmly into the inside of Peeta’s. His ribs expand, contract, expand and contract
with every steady breath. His rhythm matches mine.
“Let’s stay out here a while.” Even though he’s the one that
says it, I’m thinking it, too. We came outside a few minutes ago to breathe a
little – something that can only be done in Manhattan if you’re this high up –
but there’s something about the shift in the wind that locks me here. Or maybe
it’s just the slowness of his pulse, which goes so perfectly with the feel of
popcorn butter on my fingers.
But, just to make sure this is what he wants: “What
about the movie?”
“Netflix isn’t going anywhere,” he says, peeling a piece of
licorice from the bag tucked between my thighs. “But how often do you get
nights like this?”
He’s right, as always. It’s gorgeous outside, the sound of
traffic just a murmur on the street seventeen floors down. I feel above it all.
Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, the seventeen-year-old queen and king of
Manhattan, best friends and supreme rulers. With Twizzlers, over-buttered
popcorn, and a packet of cheese cubes – a royal banquet.
We do this every Friday night, since Mom works the graveyard
shift at the hospital and Prim’s usually at her friend’s condo. It’s been an
end-of-the-school-week ritual for years now: Peeta comes to my family’s
apartment (because heaven forbid this
heathen ever set foot inside Mrs. Mellark’s foyer) and we watch a movie, or
maybe two, until we’re bloated on empty carbs and passed out on the floor or
I shove a fistful of popcorn into my mouth, chew, swallow,
and then lick the buttery residue from my pinky. Below, a siren moans. I
side-glance at Peeta, finding his focus fixed on my tongue as it drags across
When my pinky is a safe distance from my lips, I curl my
hand into a fist and sock him in the shoulder.
“What are you looking at, blondie?”
At this time of night, even with the fluorescent hum of the
city washing the balcony of its color, Peeta’s eyes are still a searing blue. I’ve
always thought his irises looked like M&M’s.
He hasn’t answered me, though, and my own eyes narrow; he
lifts a pinky to brush mine.
Could you do one where Will's super protective because Nico's sick, and he uses Doctor's Orders for everything?
So I kinda improvised here, but my idea of Nico might be a tad more belligerent than normal. Hope you like!
“If you say doctor’s orders one more time I’m leaving” Nico grumbled from his bed in the corner of the infirmary.
Will let out a dry laugh. “Like you could, you’re not getting up from that bed anytime soon Deathboy”
Nico glared at him, he was sure it could have been a lot more effective if the blankets weren’t covering him up to his chin and his vision wasn’t swimming.
“No getting up, no sitting up, Gods Nico, no sudden movements at all. Doctor’s orders. Give your body the time it needs to actually recover will you?”
“I spent three days before the final battle sleeping Will, I’m pretty sure I’m up to date on my sleep.” Nico huffed. Will’s eyes narrowed, the usually calm boy seemed specially quick to anger in the younger demigod’s presence.
“Yes Nico.” He agreed tersely. “And that would have been the case if you had had some sense and had come to the infirmary first thing after the battle. But you didn’t, and, let me explain it one more time so that it makes it through that thick skull of yours, that wound on your arm got infected and I only just managed to get your fever down. So if you don’t want a relapse which would involve me dumping you in a tub of ice cubes and/or amputating your arm how about you shut up and stay in bed di Angelo?”
Part of Nico felt an unfamiliar warmth at how much Will was putting into taking care of him, but another part, much less confusing and potentially painful, felt livid with rage. “I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time Solace, I don’t need you asphyxiating me like this! I FEEL PERFECTLY FINE AND I WANT TO GO TO MY CABIN.”
“YOU FEEL FINE BECAUSE YOU HAVE SO MUCH NECTAR AND THAT ROMAN DRAUGHT IN YOU THAT IF I CUT YOUR HAND UNICORN PISS WOULD COME OUT. SO STOP COMPLAINING AND LET YOUR BODY GET SOME REST!” They were both panting after the exchange, but neither broke eye contact, both too pigheaded to look away.
In the end Will lost. “Fine” He said with an exaggerated sigh. “Just one more dose of unicorn draught to keep the infection in check and the moment you feel strong enough to leave you get up and do as you please. Ok?” Nico nodded, not looking particularly happy at having won, but he accepted the flask and unscrewed the top. “Doctor’s orders, don’t leave a drop. Bottoms up!”
Nico rolled his eyes and with a flick of his wrist downed the potion. He was about to get up when the taste of the cool liquid finally registered in his mind. “That wasn’t-” He mumbled before falling back in bed, his eyes closing the moment his head touched the pillow and his breath leveling to a deep snore.
Will took the empty bottle from his hand and rearranged the covers, a small smirk on his face as the boy continued to snooze.
“That was a pretty dirty trick. Consider me impressed and humbled.” Cecil commented from three beds down as he offered a bag of candy to Lou Ellen who was sitting by his side watching the spectacle. Will was pretty sure the bag had belonged to Katie earlier in the afternoon.
“Shut up, he needs his rest and so do you, so go to sleep or you’ll have a similar fate.”
“What, no doctor’s orders? Hey Cecil, looks like we don’t get the special treatment. Isn’t that unfair?” She said, nudging her elbow into his ribs while munching on a stick of licorice and grinning.
“I don’t know Lou, could be code for something. You sure you want Will ordering us to bed? I mean, no offense mate, but you aren’t my type. Hope we can still be friends without it getting all awkward” Cecil grinned as Lou Ellen let out a squealing laugh and both teens highfived each other. Will just rolled his eyes and continued with his rounds, making it up to Cecil’s bed and changing the bandage on his head.
“So what? He wakes up tomorrow and he gets to go to his cabin just like that? I mean, is he really well enough for that?” Lou Ellen asked, licking her fingers. She had been visiting the infirmary for the last few days, mostly to keep Cecil out of trouble while his head healed. And she had been there yesterday when Nico’s fever had almost taken a turn for the worse.
“That potion is going to really speed up the healing process. And it’s also going to make him very nauseous for the next three days.” Will replied. “I was hoping to avoid it, but if he wants to be thickheaded then he should know who he’s going up against.”
“Harsh, remind me to never get on your bad side Billy boy.” Cecil teased.
He left them a few minutes later and finished his rounds, making his way back to the sleeping son of Hades. A hand gently stroking his forehead as he checked his temperature.
“You better get used to following my orders, Deathboy. I’m going to be taking care of you from now on, so deal with it.”
Nico huffed in dreams, apparently willing to argue while sleeping. Will laughed, his hand moving from his face to his hair as the son of Hades slept on.
Hey everyone I am working part 3 of We Make A Great Pair it just I’ve been down in the dumps lately and every time I tried to work on it nothing seemed to fit together so I took a break to write this little thing and it was so fun to write, though the ending isn’t the best I still hope you enjoy it!
Prompt submitted by Anonymous: Could you write a Clint Barton one where you’re a Huge LOTR fan and w/ur introduces to the team you have a tee that says sorry I only date archers shirt w/legolas on?And Tony thinks it hilarious and tries to get u 2 together?Don’t care what powers
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Yes you were a grown ass adult, and yes you were completely unprofessional when it came to a life changing opportunity. Like what were you thinking? Since you were fifteen you had been apart of SHIELD, through years of training you had become a skilled agent and a power marksman though your preferred weapon was the throwing knife. Yeah pretty impressive resume` right? Well that’s what Steve Rogers and the Avengers thought when they offered you a position on their team, but you just had to muck it up didn’t you? On your behalf you were never one for smart decision, you always preferred the whole ‘wing it’ method.
The first day on the job and instead of wearing something professional or at least something normal you decided to wear an old Lord of the Rings shirt. Hopefully they’ll take as an ironic statement preciously made to lighten the mood. Walking into the lobby the receptionist give directions to the training room and notifies the team of your arrival. With thoughts of anxious regret you push forward quickly finding your way to the larger room where they waited. Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were sparring, Tony Stark was messing with something and Clint Barton was shooting arrows at a bright red target.
Clint Barton great, seriously how could you forget the famous archer? Not only did you forget the possibility of him being at your first assessment but you were currently wearing a tee shirt that not kidding, read in big white letters “Sorry I only date archers.” Yes Clint was extremely handsome and in certain circumstances you wouldn’t be opposed to flirting with him, but not on your first day. Feeling you face flush bright red at you stumble further into the room. Tony was the first to notice you entrance and to be frank he was quite entertained.
“Well I have to say this is a first. Legolas you’ve got a fan!” Tony snickered yelling out to Clint. Dragging his attention away from his bow he looks towards you, once he met yours gaze his eyes widened and a smirk fills his face glancing down at you shirt and back up to your eyes. Crap! Crap! Crap! Look away you idiot! Taking the file the lady at the front desk had given you, you tried to cover up the huge mistake but the attempt was futile. You face was becoming hotter by the minute as you stepped closer to the group that was now being formed in your direction.
Steve was the first to meet you offering you his hand. “Good morning Y/N glad you could make it.”
“Yeah thanks for this opportunity Steve.“ Greeting Natasha quickly trying not to notice the stolen glances from Clint. He probably was weirded out by you and Tony was just making the embarrassing situation even worse.
"So was the shirt supposed to be a hint, cause` it’s kinda obvious what your intention are.” He murmured the last part pointing at the archer who had resumed his bow training.
“No Mister Stark it was just a mistake, I came hear to assess my skill set, nothing that would be unprofessional.”
“Sure, sure whatever you say.” Tony winked prattling off to mess with his toys.
“Don’t mind him he just want to make you nervous.” Natasha called waving you over.
“Nope, I honestly think she’s got a thing for Robin Hood.” Tony responded sticking out his tongue and dodging a ball that Natasha chucked his way.
Natasha started you off with a quick warm up consisting of some practice punches and a light spar with her which you stood your ground until she step it up and kicked you ass. “Now that I have completely owned you, we can test your skills with a knife.” Natasha laughed pulling you up from the mat.
“Sure, sure but I demand a rematch later.”
“Only if you’ll give an actual fight.” Following Natasha over to the target area where Clint was still shooting arrows. Looking over to you he gives a slight nod sending one last arrow before stepping back giving you free range of the targets. Picking up some of the throwing knifes that were off to the side you inspect the blades. They were razor sharp and perfectly balanced, the craftsmanship was amazing. Placing the small blade between your first two fingers, you took a deep breath and flicked your wrist sending the knife into the arrow embedded into the bulls-eye of the target.
“Whoa.” Clint breathed watching you flick more knife’s towards the target landing their mark each time.
“Y/N and Legolas are perfect for each other! Am I the only one who sees it? Like come on look at her shirt!” Tony exclaimed from behind you causing your hand to jerk slicing your finger in the process.
“Crap.” You sighed as the blood trickled down to the floor.
“Here let me help.” Clint insisted wrapping your hand in a towel. Your blush resurfacing as he lead you over to the first aid kit and proceeded to bandage you cut.
“See look at them!” Tony groaned.
“Leave them alone. Go bother Bruce.” Natasha sighed pushing Tony towards the exit.
“I’m sorry about Tony, he just doesn’t know when to stop.” Clint apologized.
“It’s fine I kinda asked for it, I just wasn’t thinking.” Finishing off your bandage Natasha lead you to your room and you spent the night cringing over the embarrassing day.
Spending the rest of the week with either Steve or Natasha improving you skills in hand to hand combat. But the week was also filled with the constant jokes by Tony centered around your 'love of archers’, which really put a strain on trying to get to know Clint. Every time you tried to strike up a conversation you either choked up or Tony began to screw with you as Clint ducked away.
You gave up on that idea quickly, and kinda just ignored Clint practically avoided the man. Maybe it was just the universe telling you that you would never get a chance to talk to the attractive archer. You were just afraid of Tony constant jokes, so when he told you that you need to be in the lounge at noon you were cautious.
Entering the lounge the coffee table was filled with snack and drinks while the beginning of The fellowship of the ring played on the TV. Either this was another joke from Tony or this was an apology for the jokes. Guess you were willing to take the risk because you were not going to turn down a movie day. That was when Clint waltz in with a confused expression.
“Where’s Tony he said he needed me?” Clint asked and light was shined on the scene.
“Well he told me to meet him here also. I think Tony set us up, God am I ever going to live this down.” You moaned rubbing your face.
“Probably not.” Clint chuckled sitting on the couch. “I have never actually watch these movies.” You gasped.
“Seriously? Man you’re missing you.” Jumping over the couch you grab a licorice stick and taking a bite.
You two watch the movie in comfortable silence only being broken with Clint’s disapproval remarks of Legolas archery. Throughout the movie you two ended up scooting closer to each other until you were curled close to Clint’s body, and it was nice. Once the credits rolled you stood up and stretched. “This was fun.” You yawned.
“Yeah, umm… Do you think we could do this again?” Clint sheepishly asked scratching the back of his neck.
“I’d like that.”
“Yes! Called it, I called it! You hear that, I called it!” Tony cheered running around the room. Pelting him with snacks you and Clint laughed at Tony’s futile attempt to block your attack. “Stop it, you buttering up the hair. Come on you’re going to thank me later.” Maybe Tony was right but for now you were getting back for the constant teases.
I saw a starkid cosplay at Sakuracon!!!!! I saw Ron from a distance and got closer to make sure I wasn’t mistaken. Then I saw LICORICE sticking out of the headband!!! When I asked for a picture I realised that Draco had headmaster Zefron with him and he even got on the floor for the picture!!!!!!!! It was AMAZING!!!!!!