look at the portait! look at it!!!!

REMUS LUPIN X READER (TRUTH OR DARE?)

ok so i’ve just watched The Amazing Spiderman and i got Remus feels while watching Peter so here you go, a young Remus Lupin imagine

also, if anyone wants part 2, it could be their date, them already being together, smut, just request and i’ll write:)

i’m sorry i posted it again, tumblr was playin with meh

word count: 1204

PART 2 IS COMING

Originally posted by meghansfox

It was a cold day of winter at Hogwarts, snow covering the windows and the grounds, so it was safe to say that not one student was outside. Of course, there were a lot of things to do in the castle, such as annoying Filch, pranks, annoying Peeves (or him annoying you), playing chess, muggle-borns playing hide and seek, there was a lot to do. But with all these things to do, there were certain people that were extremely bored.

You and your friend, Lily, were in the common room, near the fire. She had her nose buried in a book, as always, and you were simply staring at the fire with a cup of hot tea in your hands, a blanket wrapped around you. You two were enjoying the silence, although you weren’t the only people in the common room; it was quiet, and that was what you both needed.

“Oi, Evans, Y/L/N, come here, let’s play a game!” you turn around and see four boys climbing out of the portait hole; Sirius, James, Peter and Remus, the four Marauders. Sirius, being the one who called you, looked at you with a smirk on his face. “Oh, come on, it’s not like you have something better to do,” he whined. It was somehow true, you didn’t. But Lily was.

You looked at the four boys, until your eyes lay on Remus and you look away quickly, blushing. It was alright, you could blame it on the fire. “Well, I don’t know… Lily?”

“No way, I’m reading.” She shook her head.“

“Please, Lily,” you beg. You could use come distraction from your thoughts right now.

She sighed and close her book, which made a loud noise. “Fine,” she said firmly. “But if you make us break the rules…”

“We won’t, Evans, now come on, let’s make a circle,” Sirius says excitedly as he sits down on the carpet, along with the others, so you were sitting between him and Lily. James, being head over heels for Lily, sat next to her, and took out of his pocket an empty bottle of firewhisky. “I start!” yells Sirius as he spins the bottle, all of your eyes watchin it intently.

It landed on Sirius and James. “Truth or dare, young man?” Sirius cocked an eyebrow at his bestfriend.

“Dare,” he said, looking at Sirius intensely.

“I dare you to go to Filch and ask him girl advice.” He smirked, as you all let out a laugh. James agreed, and soon enough we were all in wandeing the corridors in search for Filch.

         ***

“Oh, my God,” you laugh, trying to catch your breath as you enter in the common room again.

“He said to stick a dung bomb up her arse,” James laughed so loud it echoed through the corridors.

They sat back in the circle and James spun the bottle, it making an annoying sound as it spun, everyone curious who’s going to be the next one. It stopped on James and you. “Truth or Dare, Y/N?” You quickly glanced at Remus, although you didn’t know why and catch him already staring at you.

“Truth,” you answer, moving your glance back on James.

“Do you fancy someone?” You roll your eyes at the stupid question, although a blush appears on your cheeks, knowing that the person was in the room.

“Maybe,” you answer.

“That’s not how you should answer!” James exclaims, smirking.“Who is it, Y/N?”

“Yes, I do fancy someone. I’m not telling you who it is, you’re only allowed one question,” you say as you spin the bottle. It stopped at you and Sirius. “Oh, are you joking!” you cried.

“Well, Y/N, I give you two options. Truth, you say who you fancy. Dare, you kiss him.”

“How do you know it’s a he? Maybe it’s a she, maybe I’m a lesbian,” you look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“We both know you’re not. Now, your choice.”

You sigh dramatically. You thought this was gonna be fun, you never thought you were going to be forced to admit your feelings towards Remus, or worse, kiss him. Not that it would be bad to kiss him, because quite frankly, you played your first kiss in your head a million times, but not in these circumstances. Either way, you weren’t exactly forced to do any of those, you could easily leave. But you didn’t want to be a coward. “Fine, you wanna know who I fancy?” you throw your arms in the air with exasperation, as they all looked at you curiously. Lily obviously knew, as she was your bestfriend, but the four Marauders didn’t, and you weren’t keen to tell them. “It’s one of you.”

“No, Y/N, you have to tell us-”

“Says who?” you say as you get up.

“T-the game? Y/N, come on! Don’t leave us like this,” Sirius whines. “It’s not fair. At least give us a clue!”

You thought for a bit. You had to say something that none of them would get it, only Remus. He’d be the only one who would get it, because of course, it’s about him. There was something that he onle shared with you. “It’s the one who has a stack of chocolate,” you smile playfully and go towards the girls’ dormitories.

“But none of us has that!” you hear Sirius yell after you, but you were already in your room, ready to sit on the bed, when you hear steps rushing up the stairs and then the door opens, Remus standing at the entrance, panting.

“Y/N,” he said breathlessly. “I mean, I-um, there is no one else with a stack of chocolate by any chance, is it?” he asks looking at you hopefully, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

You take a step closer as you were both a few inches away from each other. “From all I know there’s only you.” You shrug.

“Well, I-I, um, I… don’t know what I’m saying,” he laughs and clears his voice.

“Just say it.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and closed it. Instead, he placed his hands on your waist and brushed his lips against yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. As you weren’t expecting that, you took a few seconds to answer his kiss and move your hands to cup his cheeks, enjoying everything you ever imagined these past few months.

As you pull away, your hands still remain on his cheeks and his on your waist. “The boys are probably mad because I have a stack of chocolate and I didn’t tell them,” he said and you laughed. “If you haven’t noticed yet, I like you too, Y/N.”

“I do now.”

“Then go out with me! W-we could go to a bookshop, I know you love books, we could also get tea and we could just read-”

“Remus,” you said firmly. He looked at you concerned. “That’d be amazing, but don’t stress that much for me, please. It’s just me, Y/N.”

“The fact that it’s just you, Y/N, absolutely drives me crazy,” he whispers before pulling you into another kiss.

Portraits

As Dark strolled down the dark corridors of his home, he looked at the portraits of his fellow egos that lined the walls. Each of them painted in incredible detail.

He first passed his own, looking at how the artist had captured the hot red and electric blue of his cracking shell, he noticed the little details that were hidden in them. The red outline seemed to show more details when it came to his eyes, while the blue outline had its focus on his mouth. The mouth in blue was turned up into a smile that bared his teeth which looked like fangs as sharp as daggers. He cast his gaze to the mouth of the normal face, the gray one. His mouth was shut there, emotionless. The eyes were on the blue side, shut, but it was so hard to tell they were shut. His eyes looked so faint there.

He looked back over to the red outline, he saw his eyes in the painting, they looked like they were hiding something. The closest thing he could relate the gaze too was that of a predator, half-lidded yet, focused. Dark checked the mouth of the red shell, like the eyes on the blue side, it was faint, barely there. He finally looked back at the gray face he knew was his own. His hands were set against the edges of his black suit jacket, it made him look more elegant. His eyes were looking down at him, it was like they knew he was watching. His eyes flicked back and forth between the three versions of him he saw in the paintings. He tried his best to take it all in, he thought about why he had been portrayed that way. After reflecting back on it, he couldn’t think of an answer on his own and continued onto the next painting, Wilfords.

Wilford was his equal in the work environment, but outside of that, Dark knew he was stronger and better than him in many aspects. He looked at the details once again and he saw that Wilfords eyes were like those of Marks. Dark glanced back over to his painting, seeing that his eyes were the proper black irises that he knew he had. He thought momentarily that his eyes would have been different too. He looked back up at the painting of his friend, his eyes going to the background. He searched the background for anything hidden, perhaps something that showed his darker side. He found nothing. He looked at Wilfords outfit, the yellow shirt, the pink suspenders and the matching bowtie, and of course his signature warfstache. Nothing was out of place for his, at least not that he could see.

Dark began to form a theory. He walked down the length of the corridor, checking the other paintings, still seeing nothing unusual or out of place. Baffled, he looked around for anyone else. His theory was that only the person in the painting could see more than the others could. He stopped back at his painting and pulled it off the wall, holding it against his side as he ran through the halls. He knocked on every closed door, demanding that anyone inside was to head to the meeting hall right then and there. He ran to the meeting hall and composed himself before anyone arrived. He had placed the painting on the center of the table.

The Host was the first one to walk in. Dark was a little disappointed that the blind man walked in first. The Host asked what was so urgent that Dark had to run through the house to get everyone because he pulled a painting off the wall. Dark knew that The Host always knows what’s going on as it happening. The Host approached the painting. Dark offered him a better perspective, seeing as he had the painting towards himself. The Host did not respond, he simply turned the painting around himself. He asked Dark if it was acceptable if he touched the painting. Dark allowed him, but he would not let the others. Host was his advisor so to speak, he trusts him more than the others he works with.

Dark followed The Host’s fingers as he traced the ridges of the paint. Dark hadn’t noticed it while the painting was still hung on the wall, but his shell was flat against the canvas. He ran his fingers along the edge of his gray face. His face was higher than the illustration of his shell behind him. He asked The Host if he had noticed what he had. The Host agreed, stating that he only felt one person. Dark wasn’t sure how well his advisor would apply to his theory, so he told The Host he was free to go. The Host promptly left. Dark started to get aggravated when his underlings had not arrived yet. He waited in the meeting room for a few short moments before he decided that he needed to get them again. He didn’t care if they didn’t want to come, he needed this solved. He walked back down the corridor he had stolen the painting from and knocked on the doors, gentler this time. He opens the doors and asks people to come down, even if there was no one in the room. Dark then went back and sat down at his spot, the head of the table and waited once again. Soon everyone but  The Host piled in and took their normal seats. Dark asked his men what they saw in the painting before them. Everyone looked down at it. Wilford asked what this was really about. Dark replied sternly, he told everyone to write down what they saw and left the room. He left questions with no answers, they did as they were told, not wanting to anger Dark any further.

Dark went back to the corridor and looked at the portraits again.  He stopped at the silver shepherds, he oddly looked rather sheepish. The portrait showed Silver hiding in a corner, his cartoonish hands covering his face the upper half of the painting was pitch black. It looked like he was hiding from it. Dark looked along the other portraits, he saw that Bing, Bop, Bim, Jim, and Jim, all looked scared. He walked down to the Google’s shared portait, all but one had a stoic face, and it was little Oliver. He was clinging onto green for dear life, hiding his face in his shoulder. Dark couldn’t believe his eyes because, the painting had returned to normal. He ran down the hall, looking at the other portraits, they had all returned to normal. Dark froze in place. This isn’t real, he thought. It’s not possible. He needed to compose himself, yet he struggled. He placed his head in his shaking hands, something was wrong, he just didn’t know what.

That’s when he felt it, his shell cracked. He screamed, he hunched over himself, gripping to his sides. The ground was cold as ice and harder than stone. Dark looked around, shaking, groaning, clawing at himself. There was nothing there, just pitch black. He cried out for help, needing it. Dark was desperate for anyone to come and save him. He cried, something he hadn’t done in such a long time. He put his hands on the ground, falling to his knees. He felt like throwing up, like bleeding out, he wasn’t used to being this weak. He couldn’t even see his own tears hit the floor.  He groaned in pain and sobbed, falling onto his side, he tugged at his hair. It hurts so much, he thought. Is this what I put everyone else through, he kept thinking, reminiscing as he felt helpless. Time was always an obscure concept to him, until now, he was counting each and every minute he was in pain. It was his way to try and distract himself from the pain. He counted 1 to 60 and then back again, trying to remember how many times he had done that. His mind quickly became clouded with numbers. He took off his suit jacket, he felt like he was sweating through it. Dark didn’t want to do anything else, he feared any other actions would be irrational and more stressful. He layed on his back, looking up into the blackness, and hoped that he would wake up.

As his tears rolled his cheeks, Dark wished he wasn’t alone. He wanted to call out and be answered. He wanted to know he wasn’t alone in this void. He thought about Dr. Iplier, and how he would help him feel better. He thought about how Bim would have made him soup to help him feel better. He thought about how he would be cared for by everyone.

‘Well, looks like someone finally cracked.’

Dark shot up, looking for the one who said that. He grabbed his jacket, still weak and shaking.

‘Who, who’s there!?’

Dark knew the voice as his own, yet doubted it. He heard footsteps and looked around the void he was trapped in. His eyes scanned the area, he watched as a faint blue glow grew brighter as it approached him. He felt hands lay on his shoulders, he gasped, jerking his head back to see what was going on. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his breath was forced and heavy, the tears had slowed down but they had yet to stop. Red arms led to the hot red face of the portrait. Dark bit his lip as nails dug into his shoulders.

‘You know, I didn’t think stressing out over a painting would have made you crack.’

The blue figure approached him and pulled the hands off his shoulders. The red man growled, muffled, yet still threatening.

‘ Pay no mind to him, he will only hurt you.’

The blue man, spoke calmly, but with a tone Dark knew all too well. It was purely manipulative, false trust, deception, every tactic he needed to get someone in his trap. The red man walked to the blue one, walking through him, getting stuck and becoming a glitchy blue and red amalgamation.

‘Now that I can speak, you WILL listen’

Dark was pushed down back onto the floor. He groaned in pain, all his nerves felt like they were on fire, the pain added from the fall was not dulled, but amplified.

‘ You’re weak, you’ve come to care more about your workers than your own goals.’

Dark opened his mouth to speak, but a stomp to his chest forced all the breath out with an echoing gasp.

‘You finally realized you were using them as you should, and you DIDN’T EMBRACE IT!’

The foot pushed deeper into his chest, Dark gripped at his ankle, trying to get it off so he could breathe once more. The man got off of Dark and kicked his side hard.

‘ YOU’RE WEAK! WE ARE THE ONLY THING MAKING YOU STRONG! YOU WILL LEARN TO HURT AGAIN!’

Dark felt like he was losing consciousness.  He couldn’t move his arms, his legs, his lips, nothing.

‘This is your last chance to make this right.’


@alcordraws @markiplier @galaxy-starheart

Hey, Jealousy.

Pairing: Young!Remus x Reader

WARNINGS: JEALOUS REMUS <3

A/N- Jeez, I wrote this a long time ago XD


Blinking away the bleariness in your (e/c) eyes, you awake to the secure, loving feeling of Remus holding you. The soft sound of his snores fill the boys’ barely wadeable dorm.

You turn from the spooning position so you’re facing his peaceful, though still worn down face. You see his eyebrows furrow slightly and his arms tighten around your waist and pull you closer. You chuckle softly, reaching up to run a hand through his ruffled, walnut hair. You spend a few moments brushing the loose strands back in place. 

Once you stop, he begins to stir and his eyes flicker beneath his eyelids. After blinking away the sun, Remus’ tired face lights up at the sight of you. “Afternoon, sweetheart.” you say gently with a slight laugh. Placing a light kiss on his slightly chapped lips. 

One of his large hands lightly trails up your bare leg and rests on your hip. It sends a shiver running down your spine and goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. Last night after ‘making love’ Remus gave you one of his baggy white t-shirts which falls on your mid-thigh.

“Hmm.” he says before caging you in a strong grip and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Remus!” you exclaim before giggling and wrapping your arms around him. 

You greedily inhale the addictive scent of strong coffee and forest trees that lingers on him. “Remus…? I’m going to get (book you’re currenly reading) from the Common Room. I think I left it there when you..” you trail off remembering how rough and dominant he was with you last night. The titilating and thoroughly raptuous memories throw you into a daze. 

A husky chuckle leaves Remus’ lips and it breaks you out of your reverie. “Go on then, love.” he whispers. 

Stumbling out of the cosy bed, you hop your way down the freezing steps and into the baren Common Room. 

Upturning cushions and various leaflets, you search for the godforsaken book.

“Looking for this?” a familiar voice taunts teasingly. Whirling around, you catch sight of Sirius’ shaggy, black locks and well built figure.

“Give it back, Black.” you say impatiently. Though he’s not listening. Instead his wandering eyes are travelling over your exposed body shamelessly. 

“Up here, arsehole.” you growl, stalking towards him and reaching over to grab the book. Sirius, however, has other ideas. With every step forward you take, he steps back. 

“Stop messing aroun-ooph!” you are sent tumbling over the edge of the couch. Sirius conveniently missing it and toppling over himself. “You’re an idiot!” you huff. While attempting to distangle your limbs from Sirius’, you catch sight of his gleeful smirk.

“Something funny, Black?” you snap. 

“Not at all, (Y/L/N).” he replies teasingly.

“Am I interrupting something…?” Remus’ evidently furious voice echos around the room. Sirius stiffens visibly from underneath you, allowing you to push yourself off him. 

“It’s not what it looks like, Remus.” Sirius says residingly after a moment before standing next to you. “I was just messing.” he finishes nonchalantly.

“It’s really not, Remus.” you add sincerly. 

You stare at Remus’ stoic figure. The tight fisting of his hands cause his veins to become exceedingly prominent. 

“That’s what it looked like.” Remus growls icily. Before you can protest, he’s already half way towards the portait hole.  Striding towards the portrait hole, he grabs Sirius by the arm and drags him outside ruffly. You make towards it in attempt to stop them but Remus’ warning voice mutters, “Stay here, (Y/N) I just need a little word with Sirius.” before slamming it shut.

Minutes later, Sirius stamps up the boys’ staircase in a rage though seemingly unharmed. A few moments later, Remus trickles in. His face shows his evident exhaustion and stress. Hesistantly you stand in front of him. “He’s like an arrogant brother to me, Remus. You know I love you I would never-” 

“I know, (Y/N)” he mumbles before wrapping his arms around you. “ I know. You drive me mad, you know that?” he sighs into your shoulder. 

You giggle quitely. “I’m sorry about that. But..I hope I haven’t ruined your friendship with Sirius..?” you say glumly.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed his ‘not so innocent’ stares at you, (Y/N).” Remus says lowly. “I just needed to give him a quick reminder that you’re mine alone.”

You’re quiet for a moment before whispering, “Always.” and hugging him tighter.

With Remus’ strong arm wrapped around your waist, you both slip into the Great Hall for lunch. Locating the rest of the ‘gang’ further down the table, you lead Remus to them. Once Remus spots Sirius, however, he pulls you tightly into his side and makes a clear demonstration to everyone that you’re his. 

By that I mean: siting you on his lap, feeding you, confidently holding your hand and the like though, mostly sending death glares at anyone who so much as looked at you. 

This was so unlike Remus. He’s normally so shy and almost always burried in a book that it overwhelms you. But Merlin, was it hot.

Missing Parts - 25.

Part 26
Missing Parts Masterlist

You used the Hogwarts Express a couple of times by now, but that was probably the longest road you’ve ever had. Having no clue what happened with Harry, you were worried sick, and walking through the train, trying to find Fred and George, you had to realize the whole Weasley family disappeared too. They should’ve been on the train. Hermione left with the Knight Bus earlier, so you didn’t have the chance to talk with her either, though she only knew as much as you did. Luna kept you company, she helped you to calm down somewhat, at least as long as you sat on the train.

You walked to the Grimmauld Place from the King’s Cross alone, sometimes half running, though you haven’t realized how fast you were going until you had to slow down to catch your breath. Stepping inside slowly, there was only deep silence; the kitchen and the drawing room stood empty. It seemed like the whole house was deserted, but walking up on the old, creaking stairs, you met with your father at the landing of the second floor.

“Dad!” – you yelled instantly and a smile finally hovered over your face, forgetting about your worries. He didn’t even have a time to be surprised as you appeared there so suddenly, because you hugged him immediately. – “Where is everybody? And what happened with Harry? McGonagall said…” – you started, pulling back and speaking fastly before he cut you off.

“He’s fine. Well, mostly.” – he said, and you shot a confused but scared glance at him as he led you down to the basement, where you could speak in peace, without half of your ancestors accidentally start to shouting at you from their frames. Taking off your coat and scarf, you took a seat next to the long table.

“Arthur has been attacked by Voldemort’s snake. He’s fine, he’s alive.” – he added quickly, seeing your shocked face. – “But he’s at the St. Mungo’s. They went to visit him.”

Still taken aback by what you just heard, you were speechless, and it took a long minute before you could say something again. “I still don’t understand. Neville said Harry was sick, I thought something happened with him.”

“Not exactly.” - he sighed. – “He saw the attack. Don’t ask me how, somehow in his dream.”

And again, you fell silent. It was so obvious something wasn’t right with those dreams he have, but how could he saw the attack? “He has weird dreams for months. He don’t know where, a place with dark walls.” – you started in a low voice, staring off into the distance. – “But they must be very vivid and realistic, because he always tossing and turning, reaching out his hands like he’d be really there.” – raising your head up, you looked at him. – “So these aren’t just dreams, are they?”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “This is out of my knowledge. Dumbledore will surely can tell more.” – you just nodded lightly, thinking about how you said to Harry several times he should go and tell about it to the headmaster, but he was too stubborn. Deep in your thoughts, glaring at the walls again your father – now much lighter – voice woke you up. – “Try to cheer up a little. I think he’ll need it.”

Letting out a soft laugh, you said, “Yes, I get used to it.”

He smiled back and opened his mouth to say something, but then the door of the kitchen opened as your mother arrived back from the ministry. Suddenly you remembered that little chat with Umbridge, but decided to keep in secret. The three of you talked about little things, school, and of course, Harry and you.

“Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t write about us. I just… I really wanted to tell you in person.” – you apologized, but they just smiled.

“It’s okay. We’re happy for you.”

To her words, your father nodded. “We are.” – he said, but then narrowed his eyes. – “And did I understand right you’re sleeping with him?”

Widening your eyes, you had to thinking a little until you realized he was referring that you said you saw him while he was dreaming. Before you could answer, your mother spoke up. “That’s their business, not yours.”

“I was just asking.” – he explained. – “You know, if you need some talk… I’m here.” – he was nodding slowly.

“What talk?” – you asked, but then understood, which made you stood up from your seat. – “No. No. I know everything, thanks.” – Clearing your throat, you tried to cover your embarrassed tone.

“Oh, do you?”

Grabbing your scarf and coat from the chair, you muttered something like “I’ll go upstairs to pack out.”, but you heard your mother voice from the door.

“You’re so good at this.”

“Parenting?” – he asked proudly.

“Embarassing your daughter.”

After you emptied your trunk and changed your clothes, you went back down to the kitchen to make a tea. Barely finishing, you heard low noises from the hallway before the door opened again and half of the Weasley family filled the room. You asked them about Mr. Weasley, but Harry wasn’t with them.

“He went to sleep. He… I don’t think he’s well.” – Ron said worriedly, and for a moment you considered to leave Harry alone, but at least you wanted to check on him. Arriving to the floor where his room was, you heard a shout right before you opened the door; he stood in front of Phineas Nigellus’ portrait.

He was so pale and looked so devastated, angry too, until he saw you, because then his face softened somewhat. “Are you okay?” – you asked quietly, glancing at the emty portait before you looked back at him. He just nodded, so you walked closer to him, cupping his cheek. His skin was cold and he had dark circles under his eyes. – “Have you slept?”

He closed his eyes and took your hand in his, squeezing a little as he shook his head as a no, barely visible. “Come to my room. No one will bother you there.”

He followed you into your room where he sat on the edge of the bed, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. As he was still wordless and avoided your face, you started to think it’d be better to leave him alone for a while. “I’ll be downstairs. I let you…” – he didn’t let you to finish; grabbing both of you hands, he looked up at you.

“No, please. Stay here with me.” – his almost desperate voice made your heart ache.

But as you plopped down next to him, he avoided your eyes again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Not now.” – he muttered, and you smiled at him kindly, though you were thinking about one thing: he doesn’t want to talk about it at all, not even later.

The experience was still too fresh, so you rather didn’t bothered him. “Sleep a little.”

“I don’t want to.” – he breathed out, and you didn’t need to ask why.

“I stay here with you, okay? I’ll wake you up if something isn’t right.” – Harry hesitated, but then nodded shortly, so you lied down on the bed, pulling him with yourself.  He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt as he let out a long, trembling sigh. His hand lost in your hair, and as you started to rub his back, a few minutes later he was already fast asleep. You listened his steady breathing at least for half an hour, and soon enough his skin wasn’t so cold anymore; you dozed off too.

Ron woke you up after hours sleep, right before dinner. Sitting up on the bed, you could tell Harry had no intention to go down. “You should eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” – he said as firmly as his raspy, sleepy voice let him. – “But you go, I’ll be alright.”

As he turned on his other side, you understood he won’t come with you no matter how nicely you ask, and there was absolutely no point to argue with him. Before you stood up and left the room, you leaned down and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Harry?” – your mother asked after you sat down next to the table, but everybody else waited for your answer aswell. Besides the Weasleys only your parents and Remus were here today, no one else from the order.

“I didn’t want to wake him up.” – you lied, because you didn’t want to get into a discussion about him now. It seemed the others were in a better mood, relieved somewhat, but you couldn’t really talk or eat much. Excusing yourself soon, you walked back up to your room, but Harry was sleeping again.

Since you were sure you can’t sleep now, you sat down next to him on the bed with a book, reading for like an hour before he woke up again, turning to you. Smiling at him worriedly, you put the book down on the nightstand and gave his spectacles to him. Not being completely sure if you should ask again or not, firstly you just leaned closer, pressing a few kisses on his lips, making him smile a bit.

“Are you alright, my love?”

Laughing softly, you eyes widened. “I should ask you!”

A little smile appeared at the corner of his lips, just for a moment as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Did you heard what happened?”

“Yes. You saw Mr. Weasley’s attack?”

He shook his head. “It’s not just that. I saw it through the snake.” – his voice was quiet, like he was afraid somebody else would might hear him too. – “Through the snake, Y/N.”

“Wait.” – you started after a confused silence, suddenly understating why he was so miserable. – “You don’t think you did this, do you?”

His silence said everything. “Harry, that’s impossible. I don’t know how you could see it, but it wasn’t you who did it!”

“How can you be so sure? You wasn’t there. You don’t know what I felt. Because I felt…”  - he started angrily, taking a deep breath before he spoke again. “I just… Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“You really needed to ask this?” – you smiled. – “Of course you can.”

He lowered his head on your shoulder as you hugged him tightly. You tried to comfort him with a few calming words, telling him that there’s no way he could do anything like that, but he didn’t say anything; just stayed silently on your embrace, like if you were the only strong point, the pillar of his life. By now you learnt if he isn’t ready to talk about something, you have to give him some time. Also, you had absolutely no idea how you should treat this situation, because as everybody else you didn’t really understand what happened either. For now the best you could do is be there for him.


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Young Gods (Part 1/?)

Originally posted by sexiest-henry-cavill

Henry Cavill x reader (fem)

Summary: Reader has just moved into London and meets Henry at a coffee shop while petting his dog.


You were never satisfied with the lifestyle of your country, so after studying Fine Arts for four years you decided to move into London. Your best friend, also a Fine Arts graduate, joined you. Beeing an artist in (Y/C) wasn’t easy or in any other country, but you decided to test you luck in London. 

You had moved into Stoke Newigton with your best friend as your roomate, only three months ago.  You worked as a part-time waitress since then and taken several projects, many of which included painting walls of coffeshops and selling prints. You were hoping to be an illustator someday, maybe you would illustrate your own book. 

You were now heading to a coffeshop that you had visited several times the previous month when you were painting its walls. It was surprisingly a sunny day in July. Wearing a black romper with  frill off shoulder sleeves and straps, you had half of your long (Y/H/C) hair hidden under a black cowboy-like hat and your (Y/E/C) eyes protected from the sun behind round violet sunglasses. 

You entered the coffee shop, took off your sunglasses and ordered. The wall on the right was decorated with a portait of a woman with the sea in her hair. While waiting, you suddenly felt something big and hairy against your leg.  You turn to look and saw the most adorable dog brushing his head against your skin and looking at you with big blue eyes. You kneeled on the floor to pet him.

“Hi, big guy! And you would be…” 

“Kal. Sorry about him… He seems to like you though.” a sexy and kind of familiar voice answered next to you.

“You don’t have to apologise. He is not bothering me. Kal? Like Kal-El?” you said and turned to look at him only to realise that it was Kal-El himself smiling at you. You stood up smiling too. “Yup! Definately Kal-El…” 

Keep your cool, girl…. Keep your cool

“I am Henry!” he said and extended his hand and you gladly traded grips with him.

“Yeah! I am well aware of who you are… I am (Y/N)” 

“Miss your coffee is ready” the waiter called from behind. 

“Thank you!” you said and took it heading towards the exit. “It was nice meeting you, Henry! And you, of course, Kal!” 

“Hey! Wait! I didn’t really got the chance to speak with you.  Will you do me the honor of drinking your coffee here with me?”

“I would love to but I am afraid I have to go to work. Another one of these waits for me to go and finish it” you said pointing to the wall you had painted.

“First of all this is amazing.”

“Thank you!”

“Secondly since you have to go to work now what about a date tommorow?”

“Like I could possibly say no.”  you said smirking and he laughed.

“Perfect! Can you please fix my phone then? It seems it doesn’t have your number in it.” 

“Okay cheeseball! Give it to me!”

“Oh someone is eager!” he said with a smirk and gave you his phone.

“You perv! I am seriously considering stealing your phone right now.” you said jokingly and put your name and number in his phone.

“You think you could take me down?”

“Absolutely” you said and while smirking, you put your sunglasses on and exited the coffeshop looking one last time behind smiling.

Well that went well…

A little white mage gives the monarch a paper with a gentle smile and then disappears.

Mateus is satisfied with this. He’s used to paintings and all, but little portraits of himself on paper? That was new, but it would be treated like any other piece of art. Now to find a frame that was the perfect size for it….

a difference...

Hogwarts at night. The castle was completely re-built after the battle. The old walls are still talking at night to those awake and willing to listen. They talk about the battle, older times. About good and dark magic. Even the Headmasters office looked like it did in Dumbledores times. Mc Gonagall, the new Headmistress never changed much. She felt better like that, when it still looked like Albus would be still alive.
But instead, there were now two new portaits behind the desk. Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. The portrait of the most ill-famed Headmaster was installed against many complaints. 

Albus: “Severus?” like in real life he was used to stay awake at night til morning
Severus Snape opened his eyes and looked already a bit annoyed :                           " Professor Dumbledore? “  he never wished to bring himself to the point to call him Albus.

"I want to ask you something” said Albus a bit awkward.
“So go on” said Snape with an ironic undertone. “you may have noticed that I am not able to run away”
“But you have to answer honestly”
Snape sighed “I will answer honestly, if ……..I decide to answer your question at all”
Albus obviously gathered courage for his question. “So…..what was the main difference between your….between your two masters? Me and Voldemort?”
Snape looked dumbfounded first. His silence lasted that long Albus thought he would never answer that question. But then…
“ The dark lord……ONLY tortured my body. Not my soul” Snape spoke very quiet and closed his eyes. 

anonymous asked:

Looking for a gown as a gift for my mother. I am a teen. She is thin all in all and loves flowy dressed but is also looking to try some velvet clothing maybe. Something elegant and soothing?? Please recommend brands for me to search up. My price limit would be 600$ is that enough? Not that sure about fashion . Thank you so much

So lovely, look at Ganni, Attico, Self-Portait, Whistles ;)

wolfstar bookshop/artist au

inspired by kayla @gymclasslesbians: “today i saw an art gallery called Sirius that was above a store and was thinking abt artist sirius who has a gallery over a bookstore and remus works there,,,”

  • okay so remus lupin co-owns a used & rare bookshop with lily evans. it’s called… Griffin Books? something like that. he’s been there for a few years now! business is going well, but not as well as it could
  • sirius black has recently purchased the studio space upstairs with some of his inheritance money. he converts the rooms into a gallery for his Art, and he’s there pretty much 24/7
  • they don’t meet each other until one morning, when remus is opening up the bookshop and sirius is making his way downtown back from buying coffee to sustain his energy after spending an all-nighter painting
  • sirius is exhausted… and because i love romcoms he spills his coffee!!! all over remus’s coat!!! but not his book Thank God.
  • remus is flustered. sirius wants to stay and help him clean up, but he is Struck By Sudden Inspiration and disappears!!! remus doesn’t see him again until like a week later, when sirius brings him hot chocolate as an apology (he may have stalked remus a bit to find out his café order)
  • and then they do the Flirt

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sarangkaeyon  asked:

Dear BTS Request Answerer, don't you think I forgot about you! >_< How would (in a Gif + text reaction, if that's possible) Jimin, Jin, J-Hope & V react to their wife blushing when someone calls her Mrs Park/Kim/Jung? >.< Thank you~ - Your BTS fluffy Requester~

True, you`re fluffy af, unnie <3


Jimin: It hasn`t been a long time since you and Jimin got married. You and Jimin were walking towards the registration desk in the airport, holding hands and giving each other small glimpses and smiles as his thumb was caressing the back of your hand. 

The nice-looking lady at the registration desk greeted you with a welcoming and friendly smile, telling you to get your plane tickets for her to check. You were kind of mesmerized by her beauty: she didn`t wear much makeup, she wasn`t dressed fancy - just her uniform, yet she looked like a Goddess to you. You wanted to share your thoughts on her with your husband later. 

Jimin immediately gave her both tickets and his passport while you forgot to take yours out. The lady checked his and then looked up at you with the same bright smile of hers.

“Mrs Park, can I see your passport as well?”

Upon being called the new and still unfamiliar ‘Mrs Park’, you blushed hard and couldn`t resist a shy smile as you brought your head down.

“Me..?”

The lady glanced at Jimin, who was smiling like an idiot as well and nodded to herself, “Are you guys newlyweds?”

“Kinda,” Your husband replied and poked you in the side gently, “From now on, I`m going to call you Mrs Park as well~”

Jin: “Pass me the tomatoes,” Your husband, Jin, said and reached his hand out to get it from you as soon as you found them. However, you really seemed not to have idea where in this refrigerator they were located.

Thinking you were taking too long, Jin turned to the refrigerator and took a couple of tomatoes out of it and giving you a teasing look. “How come you don`t know?”

“You barely let me come to the kitchen! Little invader! ” You started defending yourself, giving him a playful nudge as he started washing the vegetables. “Draw me a map of it or something!” You joked.

That`s when the doorbell rang.

“I`ll get it!” You said and rushed to the front door with Jin following you, using a kitchen towel to dry his wet hands as he walked. You opened the door to see a postman. The guy looked rather happy and held a big box in his hands. 

“A package for Mrs Kim!” He exclaimed brightly. Unconsiously, you blushed bright red upon being callled Mrs. Kim. It seemed so… unreal.

“Mrs Kim..?” The postman`s expression changed to a concerned one.

“Give it to me while she signs the papers for you.” Jin smiled at the guy and took the box, carrying it to your bedroom. You put your signature when needed and the postman left. Jin was back a few seconds later, beginning to pinch your cheeks out of nowhere.

“Look at our shy Mrs Kim! How lovely~!”

J-Hope: Sure, his sister was lovely. It was your luck she was so sweet to you, but sometimes the attention could seem… a bit too much.

Not like you complained, but when she saw a street artist, she ran towards him, dragging you along with her and almost breaking her ankles when she almost tripped over something. Wearing high heels to a Saturday family walk wasn`t a good idea and you warned her beforehand. Hoseok and his sister`s boyfriend were following you, taking rather leisurely steps instead of running like madmen (you were actually surprised) and enjoying a small chit-chat.

“Hoseo…”

“Don`t! They must be having their disgusting talks,” She cringed and stuck her tongue out at her brother and boyfriend. Hoseok stuck his back at her as the other guy smiled and made a kissy face. 

“Look!!” She exclaimed, hitting your arm a few times due to excitement. “He`s awesome! Excuse me, sir, how much will a portait drawn by you cost?”

The guy examined your face and his eyes lit up.

“For this beautiful lady it is free. I was looking for someone who looks like that for a while,” He replied. Hoseok`s sister clapped her hands together.

“Really?! Yah, come here..”

“Unnie, I don`t….”

“Shush!”

You basically had to sit down. The artist started doing his magic work on a piece of paper and talking to you. 

“So, what is your name?”

“Her name is,” She smiled slyly, “Mrs Jung!” At that time, Hoseok and his sister`s boyfriend caught up with you, “Oh and this young man right here is her husband, by the way! Aren`t they a lovely couple? Don`t you think being Jung suits her so much?”

You couldn`t look forward anymore as a wave of shyness washes over you. You put your head down, looking at the floor and J-Hope did the same. He was feeling just as shy as you were.

“NO YOU JUST LOOK AT THEM!”

V: “Where are you?” Taehyung`s message said. He had sent over 20 messages like this in the past ten minutes. You cursed under your breath as you tried to look for your cocktail dress you bought especially for that party you were to attend with your husband, Taehyung. The dress perfectly suited his dark cherry colored suit and brought harmony to your ‘couple look’. 

“Babe, just go without me, I`ll come later. Can`t find my dress,” You replied.

“OK,” his other message said.

Fifteen minutes later, you found the goddamn dress. Why the heck was it doing on the balcony?!

It took you twenty more minutes to get fully dressed. Satisfied with the way you looked, you headed off to the party which you basically had to attend. Every married entertainer (whom Taehyung happened to be) had to bring their wives and husbands along to the official party.

The face-control guide stopped you at the entrance.

“Are you on the list?”

“Yes, please check. Kim Taehyung`s wife,” You still weren`t used to being called ‘Mrs Kim’, moreover, you were pretty sure there could be a whole bunch of women who shared the  honor to be called ‘Mrs Kim’. This is why you simply said whose wife you were.

“Oh, Mrs Kim?” The well-built guy asked and smiled at you. “Come in. Enjoy the party, Mrs Kim!” 

“Why did he have to repeat it two times?!” You thought to yourself. You noticed Taehyung standing behind the guy.

“YOU ASKED HIM TO CALL ME THAT, DIDN`T YOU?”

“Who? Me? Nooooo!” He denied, “But look at you, your face is almost the same as my suit`s color!” Your husband teased you, “Alright, Mrs Kim, shall we go and greet that group of people in corner first?”

- Vivian

(As always, gifs aren`t mine. Credits to gif owners)

Clean White Research

I researched some photographers online who have taken black and white portraits in studio with a clean white background. One photographer I looked at was Platon. There are so many great images like this on his website. He has shot a lot of celebrities from actors, to politicians, from artists, to writers. He tends to use a very tight crop to get closer to the subject and bring out as much character as possible.

I also looked at American portait photographer, Phllipe Halsmans work. I didnt find many with a clean white background, though these two images of Andy Warhol and Salvador Dali are nice. Halsman tends to produce a lot of unusual surreal portraits.

And finally, I looked at the work of Yousuf Karsh, known for his portraits of notable individuals. I actually did some research on Karsh at college last year. I was struck by the photo of Audrey Hepburn. Its very basic and simple looking, though very elegant at the same time. I would like to try and emulate this photo.

10

I was really happy with the episode. Not only for gruvia moment we had in addiction but for the way Gray and Juvia were working together. I really like the comedic side of Juvia but when she is serious like this, i can only love her more! I appreciated a lot that Makarov was speaking to her. I mean Gray is there and he is one of the kid Makarov knows since years while Juvia is there for less time and she was an enemy but it is Juvia that is taking the communication with the master and this makes me smile because i see this as a sign that she really is a member of Fairy Tail, trusted and loved from her guild. Gray next to her totally refers to her and they are there working and thinking together about the possibles Tartarus tactics showing how Juvia is clever, professional and serious, she and Gray are great as a couple and they went as partners because they work just fine together and i love this!

i mean look at how they look at each other!!

Another silly thing i noticed: the Tiger (?) there, Erza and Mira had nothing on their Bulls while Gray and Juvia have that Pink sheet and i can easily portait Juvia putting her tissue there so they could sit on it, and this makes me smile because i think about Juvia as a very feminine characters and i see this so fitting for her image, i can easily see the moment she did this and no matter what Gray says he always let her be who she is and accepts her!!