look at the colourful houses!

dating draco but being in different houses would include...
  • him thinking you look cute in your house colours
  • “give us a twirl, babe?”
  • “what? why?”
  • “you just always look so good in y/h/c.”
  • him giving you gifts in your house colours
  • him talking about your house more than you
  • your favourite colour is green because of him
  • and his favourite is y/h/c because of you
  • him secretly being ok with you not being in slytherin because he thinks you’re too sweet and kind-hearted
  • but he also really likes the idea of you in a slytherin uniform
  • you always sitting with him at the slytherin table for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
  • and holding hands under the table
  • and snape being ok with it
  • but everyone who isn’t friends with you and draco doesn’t like it
  • you being such a proud y/h, and draco loves that about you
  • him sneaking into your common room in the middle of the night to cuddle with you and make up for the time you didn’t get to spend with each other earlier in the day
  • and this happens every night
  • having a secret knock so you know it’s him
  • holding his face and kissing him at the door every time he comes in
  • “i like it here, it’s a lot nicer than our common room.”
  • “why’s that?”
  • “…you’re in it.”
  • and draco insisting that you never try and sneak into the slytherin common room because he’d rather him get caught than you
  • you both secretly wishing you were in the same house so you could be in the same common room without having to sneak around
  • snape knows but doesn’t say anything because he secretly thinks it’s really sweet
  • but one time he gets caught by mcgonagall and you spend all night waiting for him to show up
  • and he feels super super bad about it but you assure him that it’s completely fine and understandable
  • some of the slytherin girls that like draco use your house to make fun of you out of jealousy
  • but draco shows them and you that it doesn’t matter what house you’re in because he loves you no matter what
  • “y/n, babe, you know it literally means nothing to me as to what house you’re in. i love you so much, please stop worrying about it.”
  • and he knowingly kisses you in front of all the jealous girls
  • and none of the boys who like you in your house even think to look at draco because they’re scared of him
  • thinking about him whenever you see something with colours similar to slytherin
  • you sometimes wearing his slytherin robes because you know he likes it
  • and you like it too
  • “i mean, it’s a little big on me, but i think it looks good. what do you think?”
  • “are you wearing my robe… and tie?”
  • “sorry, you want me to take them off…?”
  • “for merlin’s sake, no.”
  • him cheering you and your house on for quidditch matches
  • and you doing the same for him and slytherin
  • both of you getting disapproving looks from your house mates when you do it
  • but you don’t care
  • as he’s the slytherin prince, you’re known as the y/h princess
  • both being the best of friends since first year even though most people didn’t like it
  • when you first started going out everyone thought it wouldn’t last, the main reason being you’re in different houses
  • but you’ve been together so long it actually made other students more confident to be in relationships with people from other houses
  • “dray, see that cute hufflepuff-slytherin couple holding hands over there? they came up to me earlier and wanted to thank us for giving them the confidence to tell their friends they’re together. isn’t that lovely?”
  • “not as lovely as you.”
  • him remembering how happy you were when you were sorted into your house
  • both of you finding it silly that eveyone makes such a big deal out of it
  • but it makes a good joke from time to time
  • the other two houses that have nothing to do with either of you are sick of hearing about you
  • all of draco’s friends thinking you’re really chill
  • and, as well as him, they don’t care that you’re in y/h
  • you prefering his slytherin friends to your few y/h friends
  • blaise teasing draco by saying you’re a ‘slytherin at heart’
  • but you don’t mind it because you have a secret love and fascination with the house
  • but blaise goes on to ask draco ‘what’s it like to f**k a y/h’
  • “it’s… just… shut up, blaise.”
  • you secretly wanting him to answer
  • “no, draco, what’s it like?”
  • you wearing his green scarf in public
  • mainly because he wanted everyone to know you were together
  • you feeling bad for him because of the slytherin stereotype, because he seems really mean and spiteful to everyone else, but to you he’s the sweetest, loveliest and most generous person ever
  • you always reassuring him that being in slytherin is a good thing
  • because it is
  • being the only person in your friendship group who’s not in slytherin
  • you joking around and using his house traits to flirt with him
  • “quite the bad boy, aren’t you, malfoy?
  • “you certainly know what you want, don’t you, draco?
  • “going to show your ambition and kiss me, or what?
  • “you slick, cunning, little flirt, draco malfoy.”
  • playing on it even more
  • “100 points to slytherin for draco malfoy being the cutest boyfriend ever.”
  • “10 points to y/h for trying, y/n.”
  • “50 points from slytherin for that remark.”
  • and when he kisses you
  • “1000 points to slytherin…”

Nikita Efremov as Grand Duke Dmitri Pavlovich of Russia in Grigoriy R.

Summer Revelations

Request:  Haii could you write for Sirius x reader where she invites him to her house over the holidays and all of the sudden (like watching her sleep, laughing, a hug idk) he realises he’s so in love with her??

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 2,823

Warnings: None really, just fluff. Oh, there’s like one nightmare mentioned but it’s not detailed or anything.

A/N: My first ever request! I finished this sooner than I thought I would (mainly because I was procrastinating studying for my Chemistry - whoops. I should probably do that now). Anyway… feedback is appreciated, and I hope you like it :)

Part 2


Sunlight shone on the Black Lake, highlighting the waves and ripples. In the distance, you could hear the faint sound of all the students laughing and chattering. It was the last day at Hogwarts before the Summer holidays, and whilst you were waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive, you were with Sirius, sitting in the shade beneath a tree. You had been friends with Sirius since your first year in Hogwarts, always assisting him with his various pranks. It hadn’t taken you long to find out about his home life and when you confronted him about it, he confessed how much he hated it there. That’s why you had invited him to stay at your house over the holidays until the Potter’s allowed him to stay at theirs.  

Sirius was currently ripping out chunks of grass from the ground and throwing them into the water. You shook your head at him, quietly laughing to yourself at his bizarre actions. “I can’t wait for you to finally meet my parents,” you say. “Properly, I mean,” already predicting his response that he’d already seen them on the platform.  

“I’ll have you know I get owls from your parents at least once a week. We’re already best friends.” He claimed.

Suuuree, Pads. Whatever you need to tell yourself,” you teased. “Besides, I thought I was your best friend.”

“Hey! They’ll love me!” He exclaims cockily. You knew he was only joking, but you could also see past the façade. He was anxious that your parents would hate him (though that was virtually impossible, they already loved Sirius just based on the stories you had told them). So, you reassure him.

“I’m sure they will.”

Eventually, a loud whistle echoes throughout the grounds, alerting you both that the train had arrived. As you had both already taken your trunks down to the platform this morning, you didn’t need to carry anything there. Sirius gets up first and holds his hand out to you, silently offering to help you up. Once you were on your feet, you brush of the dirt off of your clothes and smirk mischievously at him. “Race you!” And you sprint off, Sirius close behind you.  

Somehow, Sirius had managed to find an empty compartment and you were now discussing all the things you wanted to do when you arrived.  

“Oh! We have to go strawberry picking!” Your enthusiasm causing him to smile. “Dad always used to take me but I haven’t done it in ages.”

He was just about to reply when your conversation was interrupted by James, Remus, Peter and Lily.

James smiles at you both before sitting down next to Sirius. “Hiya, Padfoot. Hi, Y/N/N.”

You returned the smile and greeted the rest of them. Obviously, now the compartment was no longer empty, you and Sirius silently agreed to continue your conversation later. “We’ve been searching the whole bloody train for you two.” James continues. “Thought you’d stayed at Hogwarts.”

Lily speaks up. “They were one of the first ones on, James. Me and Remus saw them running dow-”

Running!?” James interjects. “Merlin, what were you running for?”

“We were racing,” said Sirius, shrugging.  

“You won then I take it?” Remus asks.

“How’d you know that?”

Remus points towards you, a bitter look on your face, though you were trying not to show it. Unsuccessfully, apparently. “That doesn’t look like the face of someone who won, if I’m honest.”

You scowl at Remus. “He only won because he tricked me into thinking he’d fallen.”  

Sirius chuckles. “Such a sweetheart, Y/N/N.”

In an instant, your attitude changes. No longer angry, but instead flustered. Your cheeks heat up and you turn to face the window to hide your blush. Okay… maybe you were harbouring a bit of a crush on your best friend, but he didn’t need to know that. Not when he clearly didn’t feel the same way as you. Sometimes, you would over exaggerate his behaviour towards you and convince yourself he returned your feelings before you saw him drag a different girl into a broom closet to kiss, reminding you he only acted like that because he was your best friend.  

For the remaining hours of the train ride, you and the others play Exploding Snap whilst eating the various sweets you had bought from the trolley until finally, you arrived at Platform 9 and ¾.  

When you get off the train, you all say goodbye to each other before you leave with Sirius, trying to locate your parents. It was only when the crowd on the platform thinned a little that you found them. They were waving, huge smiles on their faces, and when you got close enough, they ran towards you to give you a hug. After they let you go, they turned towards Sirius, who was messing around with his hands nervously.  

Your mother turned towards him. “You must be Sirius.” Her words were soft and gently spoken, and when Sirius nodded, she beamed down at him. “Y/N’s told us all about you, dear. And you have no reason to be scared; we trust Y/N’s judgement, so if she thinks you’re okay, then we do too.”

Thankfully, Sirius seemed to calm down at this and returned to his usual confident and energetic self.  

Once you were ready to leave, you all returned to Kings Cross Station and set off towards your home.

Sirius had always tried to imagine what your house looked like, and now he was finally seeing it, he couldn’t imagine you living anywhere else. There was a large garden and the pathway leading up to the front door was accentuated with a mix of different coloured flowers. The actual house looked about 3 stories high, and looked like an odd combination of traditional and modern, though it suited the house perfectly.  

Inside the house held the same character as the outside and though he was amazed by it all, it was your room that he loved the most. Two house banners hung on the Y/F/C wall on either side of your double bed. There were several paintings, both still and moving ones and beneath your bedroom window, was a large sofa. Most noticeable, was the large shelf which was full of books. Curious, he walked over to them, fingers tracing along the spines. He could tell which ones you read more by the appearance of them, some were more worn than others. There were muggle stories of which he had never heard before, school books and wizard books, such as ‘Quidditch Through the Ages’ and ‘The Tales of Beedle the Bard’, along with many others.

Whilst Sirius was admiring your room, you had gone downstairs to fetch food for the two of you. When you came back up to your room, you slammed the door shut behind you slightly louder than you intended to, causing Sirius to jump. “Merlin, Y/N!”  

You laugh at his reaction, but it only makes him grumpy. “Hmph.”  

“Oh, don’t pout, Pads.”  

He crosses his arms and turns away from you, though you’re sure you can see a slight hint of a smirk. You’re just about to tell him that he can’t possibly be mad at you, (even though you really knew he was only messing around), when you get an idea. You shake the food you brought up, showing it him. As you expected, the noise intrigued him and when he saw what you were carrying, his eyes light up and he rushes over to your side. “Okay, you know my weakness. You’re forgiven. Now gimmie.”

“Thought so,” you giggle.

You pass him the food and you sit on the couch, Sirius joining you once he had finally opened the bag. A small smile spreads across your face as he rests his head on your shoulder, quickly falling asleep. You lift him off of you carefully as to not disturb him and summon a blanket to cover him. Slowly, you feel your eyelids growing heavier and the exact second you collapse onto your bed, you enter a peaceful state of unconsciousness.  

On the first day, it starts raining unexpectedly, so whilst you both debated on what to do, you made pancakes. In hindsight, you should’ve known that cooking with Sirius wasn’t a good idea, especially as you were doing it the Muggle way. Despite pancakes being a simple recipe, he still managed to create a mess of both you and your kitchen.  

You shake with laughter as Sirius roughly stirs the flour in the bowl. “Sirius, what’s the flour ever done to you?”

“Exist,” he frowns. “Honestly, Y/N, we could just wave our wands and not have to do any of this.”  

“Yeah, but that’s no fun. Gotta enjoy the little things, Pads.”

Sirius was about to complain some more when flour spilt from the glass bowl and landed on your face and in your hair. While you stand there, shocked, Sirius begins to laugh. “You know, I think I’m starting to see the appeal of this now.”

You glare at him before going to crack the eggs.

By some miracle, you make the pancakes without burning the house down and as the weather looked as though it was clearing up, you had agreed to go to Diagon Alley. At least there would be something to do no matter what the weather turned out to be.

After you ate your pancakes and cleaned up, you say a quick goodbye to your mother and head over to the fireplace; the Floo Network was the most convenient way to travel. You tell Sirius to meet you outside Gringotts, before stepping into the fireplace and shouting your desired destination, green flames surrounding you.  

You didn’t have to wait long for Sirius to join you. You both had money meaning there was no need for a trip to Gringotts, so, you walked around entering any shop that sparked your interest.  

You had just come out of Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, from which Sirius bought many new items for pranks and tricks he had planned for the next year.  

“So, where to next, oh Great Trickster?” You snickered. Since he began boasting about how good he was at pranking people in third year, you had given him a nickname to tease him. It used to annoy him, but now, after several years of hearing it, he had gotten used to it.  

“Wherever you want.”

“Bad move, Black. You’ll regret saying that.” You vowed.

“Try me.”

You were right. Sirius regretted it. So far, you had dragged him into Eeylops Owl Emporium to look at 'cute’ pets, all the bookstores in Diagon Alley, (he had to admit he didn’t mind this as much as he thought he would. Watching you read was one of the most interesting things he had ever witnessed), Sugarplum’s Sweets Shop and now, you were heading to Quality Quidditch Supplies.  

You knew what you were doing. All you wanted was Sirius to admit that you were right, and you guessed you were pretty close to achieving your goal. When you left the Quidditch shop, you looked up at Sirius, giving your best innocent smile. “You had enough yet, Pads?”

“Ugh, yes. My feet are killing me.”

Oh no. You weren’t letting him get off that easy. “Aaannndd…?”

He huffs, but finally admits defeat. “And… I regretted saying it. I was wrong.”

You jump into the air, parading around the cobbled street. “Ha! I did it. Sirius Black admitted he was wrong!”

Eventually, Sirius had to pull you in close to him and put his hand over your mouth to stop you from shouting it to the whole world.“

“Sshh. You’ll damage my reputation, Y/N.” Sirius gives a small laugh to let you know he’s joking and smirks at you. However, when you don’t smile back, he gets confused. It only takes him two seconds to realise why. You were in such a close proximity to each other, which usually wouldn’t bother any of you. But this was so unexpected and it felt different. He promptly released you from his grip, coughing and scratching the back of his neck anxiously.  

“So… erm, I- I just…” Sirius stumbled over his words, and if you didn’t know him any better, you would’ve said he was shy.  

In an attempt to make the situation less awkward, you try and think of something to do. The sky had cleared and the sun was out so you made a suggestion. “Ice cream?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Luckily, getting ice cream seemed to be the right idea, as Sirius no longer seemed embarrassed by the previous event. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop you from replaying the scene over and over in your head. You were mere centimeters from his face, so close that if you had leaned forward just a little more, you would’ve been kissing him. You shake the thought from your mind; you didn’t want to set yourself up for heartbreak.

Though he didn’t show it, Sirius was also still thinking about what had happened. He felt weird, it almost felt like he was with another girl, locked away in a broom cupboard. He dismisses the thought as quickly as he thinks it and ends up blaming it on the heat.

When the sky began to turn pretty shades of oranges and pinks, you both took it as an indication to go back home. Overall, you had enjoyed the day out, and you were looking forward to the rest of the week with him.  

Exhausted, when you get back, you both went to your bedroom. Sirius crashed on the sofa, though this time, you fell asleep before him. The soothing sound of your breathing soon sent him to sleep.

The next day was just as exciting as the last. As promised, you took Sirius strawberry picking, something that, to your genuine surprise, he seemed to enjoy. For the rest of the day, you ate the fruit salads you made with the strawberries whilst educating him on your favourite movies.

But the good times had to stop at some point.  

In the middle of the night, Sirius jolted up, awoken by his nightmare. He was sweating and shaking, trying to get a grasp on reality again. He looked over to where you lay, not wanting to disturb you as well, but you had told him before that if he needed you, you would prefer him to do whatever he needed so you could help him.  

The shift of weight on the bed immediately woke you up and you could feel Sirius freeze as he noticed. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Mhm,” you nod slowly, still half-asleep.

He climbed into the bed with you, pulling the covers over himself but making sure you still had enough. His arm snaked around your waist and you snuggled in closer to him.  

“Bad dream?” You whispered. He nodded.  

“I’ll tell you in the morning.”

You wished you could’ve stayed awake. As guilty as you would have felt in the morning, you wanted to remember this. But, you were too tired and soon enough, you were back asleep.

Whenever Sirius was on his own, he would always struggle to forget a nightmare. However, with you laid beside him, your Y/C/H hair like a halo around your head, sometimes tickling his face and your soft features that looked so calm when you were asleep, he found it difficult to focus on anything else.  

That’s when it hit him.  

Throughout the week, it had happened gradually, though he had remained blissfully unaware of it. Now it seemed to crash over him all at once, the realisation was so painfully obvious that he didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it before.

He was in love with you.  

It was bound to happen eventually. You knew everything about him and always offered to be there whenever he needed you, whatever he needed you for. Be it a friend, or someone he relied on for support, sometimes just a partner in crime. Subconsciously, he pulled you closer, never wanting this night to end.  

When Sirius woke up, you were smiling warmly at him. He couldn’t help the corners of his mouth curling upwards at the sight.

“Mmm, mornin,’” he yawned.

You giggle softly. He looked adorable after he had just woken up. “Hiya.”

You make a move to leave the bed but his arm that was wrapped around you just held you tighter. You furrow your eyebrows. Even from Sirius, the person who loved nothing more than a cuddle, this was odd behaviour.

“Let me go, Pads.”

“No,” he objected.


“I love you.”  

His eyes widen as he realises what he said. He becomes a lot more alert and starts apologising repeatedly.  

“No, I’m sorry, Y/N, I-”

“Sirius?” Your voice was quiet.  

“Yeah?” He mumbles.

“I love you too, you idiot.”

Part 2

aesterea  asked:

muslim ravenclaws?

  • creating a spell that does your hijab for you so you never have a bad hijab day again
  • also on quidditch match days everyone wears hijabs in their house colours and it looks incredible
  • praying in the dorm can be inconvenient because people have a habit of bursting in without knocking 
  • but then you learn about the room of requirement and it’s so perfect 
  • gryffindor muslims have a habit of sneaking to the kitchens after hours during ramadan and keep ending up in detention
  • and all the ravenclaws think that’s dumb af like ‘dude we just asked flitwick and he said it was fine just let them know where you’re going’
  • ‘nah where’s the excitement in that?’
  • ravenclaws as a whole love learning about other cultures so you organise a massive celebration for Eid and the whole house gets involved
  • the house elves make food from all the countries of the muslims involved and there’s basically just this massive party in the common room until flitwick comes in and says that he’s sorry to be a spoil sport but mcgonagall will kill him if he doesn’t break up the party
  • but he ends up joining in anyway
  • if someone asks you if your prayer mat is a flying carpet one more time you swear you might curse them

East of Nowhere - Year Four

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Sam x Female Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part four of a seven part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year.

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

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Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, gore and explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 5900+

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Three Years, Three Weeks

You twist in sweat soaked sheets, your body writhing next to Sam as a dream flickers to life behind your closed eyes.

The bunsen burner is a burnished silver and far larger than any you’ve ever seen before, the flames a brilliant blue and strong as they lick upward. You reach over to turn the base, to feed it with oxygen. At once, the fire becomes golden and takes the shape of a flower head. You watch the many petals became more distinct, folding outward, radiating light and warmth. It’s the most beautiful flower you’ve ever seen, more fleeting than any other, yet seemingly eternal.


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Meant to Be - Part Thirteen: Love

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Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

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Word Count: 3205

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, bad child/parent relationship

Dedicated to: @lafilton @feral-tomcat-hamilton and @limpblotter for beta-ing!! <3

A/N: my New York geography makes NO SENSE I’m very sorry… also FLUFF (and then angst hehe)

To everyone’s relief, debate club was cancelled that evening. Thomas and Alex had been unsure of how to proceed; would they continue to fight each other, or learn to work together? And Laf and Herc were particularly concerned about how Alex would handle the presence of John and Aaron in the debate room. So, it was to everyone’s immense gratitude that Mr. Adams was absent and had forgotten to enlist a stand-in for their club.

Alex had been the first to show up at the room, and, upon reading the hastily scrawled note announcing its cancellation on the door, he decided to wait for Thomas to arrive.

When Thomas did show up, he approached his soulmate with confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Mr. Adams has gone AWOL,” Alex laughed, and Thomas grinned in relief, stepping toward his soulmate and putting his hands on his waist.

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huffle my puff (m)

anonymous asked:

“I want you to tie me up and blindfold so I don’t know what’s coming while you use me” – hehe

anonymous asked:

“I want you to tie me up and blindfold so I don’t know what’s coming while you use me.” for the jimin drabbles <3

➾ 7/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017

Sometimes, you really regret doing this inter-house relationship thing. You should have just ended the whole thing after your friends had warned you off it in pure Slytherin fashion by intimidating the fuck out of your poor boyfriend one fine day when you decided to bring him back to the dungeons dorms. You’ll never forget the look on poor Jimin’s face when your housemates decided to just casually gather in the common room with candles and a fucking pentagram on the ground and start chanting and hissing; you really should have ended it then.

But Jimin’s really, really too sweet for his own good.

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Crazy Watford Conspiracy Theory

I don’t know if people outside the UK know this but there is actually a town in England called Watford. It is situated near London, in the county (counties are the equivalent of states in the USA just a lot smaller) of Hertfordshire and I’ve done some research about it 😏😏.

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