love how she's playing with her hair in the seventh one

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
Break Me [Draco x Reader, One]

A/N: Haha let me start off by saying I honestly don’t believe Draco would be the cheater type, but I love angst and I love Draco so ,,, Also!! Don’t know if anyone would be interested, but I’m probably going to make a separate Hamilton Imagine blog!! I love Hamilton and all the characters and all of the cast members! Anyways, enjoy!! Love you all!!


Word Count: 1,636


Warnings: Angst. Cheating. Self blame. Cursing.


Summary: (Name) gave everything to him, but he wasn’t willing to give back.


Requested: No lol im a jerk

Chapter Two / Three / Four / Five


Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

The sight of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads. The mere thought of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads.

(Name), perhaps the most loyal, caring, and kind girl anyone would ever know somehow ended up head over heels for Draco Malfoy. She would follow him around, a sweet smile never faltering. He would look pretty content with himself, arms linked with (Name’s) own. It didn’t take much to realize that (Name) was very attractive in a dreamy, almost fantasy like way. In fact, multiple men and women had asked for her affections. She only replied with a sweet smile and a polite rejection, claiming she already had a boyfriend.

Draco was no idiot. He knew that many people wished to have his girlfriend for themselves.

At first he merely got jealous at this. How dare someone fantasize over his girlfriend?!

As days grew into weeks, and weeks grew into months, his jealousy turned into pride. She was another thing he had that many people, including Harry Potter, didn’t have.

The two started off hopelessly in love. Starry eyes and rosy cheeks were exchanged. Longing looks and sweet messages were sent back and forth.

Over time, Draco became more and more distant. However, (Name) stayed the same, remaining completely infatuated with him. Draco, from a first glance, didn’t seem to be as in love with (Name) as she was with him. 

The First Month.


Of course, like many couples, (Name) and Draco had a phase where nothing else seemed to matter but the two of them and their love for each other. It was almost as if they couldn’t be apart from one another or they would fall ill.

“Draco! Draco, come here!” (Name) chirped with the same giddy smile playing at her cheeks.

“Yes? (Name), what is it? Are you injured?” His voice was frantic and shaky. (Name) laughed and shook her head. “No, silly!” She spread her arms out wide. “Come here!”

Draco did so with a smile, leaning into her embrace. “What is all this about?”

“Mmm… Nothing, really. I just wanted to cuddle you. I love you, you know?” Draco chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of his beloved breathing softly into his chest. They didn’t seem to notice the dozens of students amongst them stare in disgust, envy, or even admiration.

“And I love you, (Name). Always.”

The Seventh Month.


While (Name) was in fact hopelessly, blindly in love, she was no idiot. She noticed when Draco avoided her affections or avoided her in general. She didn’t pay much attention to it, though. She assumed she was being clingy, and her herself was at fault. Sometimes the two would be together, a joyful smile ever present on (Name’s) face. But she noticed they only ever seemed to be affectionate around each other in front of crowds.

The thought that Draco may be using her crept in the back of her mind. He wouldn’t, would he?

No… He couldn’t. He loved her.

At least… That’s what she told herself.

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Tell me about the one who loved him - A Sirius Black Imagine

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘Professor Lupin? Er - I mean, Remus?’ asked Harry.

Remus looked at the young boy. His heart would always burst when he saw the young man. Each day he’d grow was a day he looked more like his father.

‘Yes Harry?’ replied Remus.

Harry sat at the table with his former professor. The Weasleys house was uncommonly quiet, he was not used for them not being there.

‘I was wondering… Sirius earlier, he said something about er… somebody he wanted to see for a very long time. Do you reckon who would that be?’

Remus’ face became serious.

‘I’ll take that as a yes, then’ said Harry, noticing Remus’s sudden expression.

Remus tried to smile to the young boy.

‘Who’s that person, then?’

‘He shouldn’t go… he’s going to make himself found’ Remus sighed.

‘Is that person could turn him in? We have to stop him!’ shouted Harry, getting up in a hurry.

‘Sit down, Harry… she won’t put him in danger, of that I’m sure. He’d just better leave the past where it is. I’ll try to find him later, put a stop to that.’

Harry sat down again, with more questions in his mind.

‘She?’ said Harry.

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Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)

 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 

 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.


“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”


The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.


I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

Voltron Lion to Human Headcanons
  • It was initially Lance’s idea to go and explore the new planet.
  • Allura and Coran objected but, you can’t really say no when ⅘ paladins rocket their lions towards an unknown planet.
  • It’s covered in like, trees and flowers and cool stuff.  Seriously, Pidge loves it, Hunk wants to eat everything, Keith is fascinated by the sharp rocks, etc. etc.
  • They touch down, explore, all that fun stuff (Shiro, Allura, and Coran join after being persuaded by our dearest Pidge).
  • When they get back to their lions, oh dear.
  • Instead of five giant robotic/alien lions, the paladins return to five people.
  • Each one looked really confused.
  • But honestly, so were the paladins.
  • The first lion saw the team and stood up immediately, standing at a respectful attention.
  • The next two stood, one a bit distracted by some fluttery butterfly thing, the other glaring at the team.
  • The last two stood, just kinda watching, not really focused on anything.
  • “Are you hurt,” the first asks.  He takes a step towards Shiro, Keith stepping in front of the black paladin.  
  • “Back off.”
  • This first person explains how somehow, these guys are lions and that something weird with alien energy, etc. etc.
  • Everyone takes a ride back up to the castle and the real crap happens.


  • Pidge and her lion sit in their room, Pidge recording things.
  • She asks Green about how it feels to be human, takes scans, just kinda chats with the lion.
  • Green has really dark skin, very similar to fresh soil.  
  • Her eyes are dark green and they honestly fascinate Pidge because no human has eyes like Green.
  • Green is short and very energetic, quite sassy as well.
  • The two of them chat some more and Green tells Pidge some really cool things about her past paladin and how cool he was.


  • Yellow is pretty short, likes to sit on the counter and watch Hunk bake.
  • Hunk doesn’t press many questions.  A lot of, ‘Do you like…’ or ‘How about…’
  • Yellow has dark choppy hair, pulled back into a really messy bun.
  • He has dark skin and really golden eyes and loves to chat.
  • He has somewhat of an accent but, Hunk can’t really pinpoint what it is.
  • (He doesn’t just love to chat, he’s a chatterbox.)
  • Yellow loves physical attention and loves back scratches so, Hunk gives him one to help her fall asleep.


  • Keith and Red don’t get along at first.  He doesn’t believe that his precious lion was turned human.
  • Eventually, they’re fine after doing some training.
  • Red is tall and lithe, and she’s very agile.  She does numerous parkour tricks while training and teaches Keith a few.
  • The one thing about Red that Keith can’t stand is that she and Blue are basically inseparable, which means that Keith and Lance have to hang out.
  • Red likes Keith a lot, always calling him, ‘My son’ or ‘Darling’, in such a motherly tone.
  • Keith doesn’t really mind.
  • She pets his hair a lot.  It’s a tad weird.
  • Red is very protective and now that she has a mouth, verbal assault from Lance is basically impossible.
  • Red crosses several lines in her argument with Lance after he teases Keith about his mullet.
  • “If you’re not going to be nice, why don’t you leave, Seventh Wheel?”
  • Red is fierce, very savage, and leaves Lance a wreck.


  • Blue and Lance get along great.
  • You can’t say that Lance didn’t hit on his lion because, he totally did.
  • Blue is very enthusiastic and a bit chatty, always talking and asking Lance questions.
  • She may or may not have a bit of a narcissistic personality.
  • Blue is flouncy and fun, complementing all the paladins.
  • She loves to kiss cheeks.
  • Blue and Allura get along so easily.
  • Honestly, everyone loves Blue.
  • She loves to hang out with Red as they are best friends.
  • They like to play fight and tackle and bite each other playfully.
  • When Red insults Lance, Blue goes into mom mode.
  • She hisses and nips at Red, actually scratching the other lion.
  • After she hits Red, Blue runs off to find Lance, comforting him.
  • She loves cuddling so, they end up cuddling close so that he can calm down.
  • Keith finds them and takes over, letting Blue leave to deal with a very distraught Red.
  • Blue is calm and helps all her friends calm down.


  • Black does not deal with all the crap.
  • He and Shiro just chill.
  • They don’t even realise that the Blue/Red thing is going on.
  • Black is really chill but can be stern.
  • He complains to Shiro about being the Dad Lion
  • Shiro totally gets it, being Space Dad
  • They both get along nicely and do some more trust exercises, getting to know each other.
  • Black tells Shiro a lot about Zarkon and the bond they had.
  • Overall, it was interesting.


  • The lions turn back to lions about a week later.
  • Most of them got along, most of them did not.
  • It was just a big mess and the paladins agreed to never follow Lance’s navigational advice again.
  • The end.

Alya thought hard, she really did. 

Back to the glitters in her eyelids that streaked all the way down to her cheeks from July, that cup of coffee down the seventh street in that cafe, instant cupcakes baked at midnight, the cool marble floors from the vast mansion that became momentarily mellow when the fireplace was ablaze and all she could stare at was bright blue eyes, eyes that she’d known for sixteen years and wanted to know for a thousand more. 

And her hands, perfectly manicured the way 7-year-old Alya said was too girly (she knew better now), soft and delicate and ones that carried the misconception of being frigid; perhaps untouchable. Ones that Alya knew were warm and slowly welcoming, a reluctant comfort seeker and a reluctant comforter. That was back in October, when she first held her hand when they strolled down the eighth street past that cafe. 

To fall in love is apparently to fall suddenly and Alya agreed yet disagreed. Because when she thinks about it to herself on afternoons when she lays sideways down on her couch, her arm wrapped around the girl’s waist, her face melting in her blonde bundle of hair with each tiny golden strand that fell to her face like it was magnet, she thinks back to six-year-old Alya who first clashed with those blue eyes. 

Six-year-old Alya who had her mom pick her up from pre-school, giving her a lecture about fighting others in school, let alone the daughter of the town mayor. Six-year-old Alya who, after her fair moments of silently grumbling to herself about how she was trying to defend her honor regarding who got to play on the swings first, turned to look at the bright skies above the car window that shone light on the fall leaves the way she liked it. Six-year old Alya, though she was definitely going to confront the same girl the next day, thought that girl’s eyes were like the skies just the way six-year-old Alya liked them; peeking through the shadows of high branches from the far distance when the fog mist would evaporate for the light to emerge ever so peacefully from the dark, greeting her each morning.

So it might’ve never been a sudden thing. But the part where she agreed it was?

That part was the sleepover.

|| Imagine the seventh year Gryffindor girls playing spin-the-bottle-truth-and-dare and getting dared to go kiss the first seventh year Gryffindor boy that you saw ||

“Oh, Merlin…” Lily trailed off, closing her eyes in a slow blink, “Alright, get on with it.” She invited, the bottle having landed on her.

The bottle had landed on Y/N last time, her choosing truth and revealing that she once fell off her broom in a Quidditch practice. It had been a burning question for the other girls, Y/N having been in competition with James Potter for captaincy and having always been a great flyer since their first flying lesson. They wanted to know if she ever wasn’t so perfect at it.

So, now, it was Y/N’s turn to ask a question or suggest a dare.

Y/N grinned devilishly, “Truth or Dare?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Lily groaned, “Dare." She breathed out.

Y/N face relaxed in surprise, Lily having chosen Truth for all of her past turns. But nevertheless, Y/N thought quickly of a fitting Dare.

"I dare you…to…go ask James Potter to Hogsmeade.”

Lily sat very still for a moment, opening and closing her mouth as if to argue. But then, without a word, she stood and exited the room. And then as quickly as she left, she came back- a strange smile on her face and her emerald eyes glittering.

Before anyone could ask her a thing, she spun the bottle. And it landed on Y/N.

A satisfied smile appeared on Lily’s face, “Truth or Dare?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Y/N thought about her options and took a deep breath, "Dare.” She accepted, following Lily’s example as the game had been basically just Truths.

Lily grinned, “I dare you to go kiss the first seventh year boy that you see.” She dared, it being common knowledge that Y/N had never been kissed.

Y/N’s eyes widened to a comical degree, “But what if they don’t want to kiss me?” She asked nervously.

Lily, Mary, Dorcas, and Marlene all looked at Y/N pointedly.

“I don’t know a guy that doesn’t want to ask you to Hogsmeade.” Marlene insisted.

“They’re just afraid that you’ll reject them-” Mary began.

“-You’re always running off to class or Quidditch practice- too busy for boys.” Dorcas followed on from Mary.

Lily smiled reassuringly, “You’ll be fine, kiddo.” She said softly, Y/N being the youngest in the group.

Y/N sighed, standing up, “Alright.” She agreed.

The other four girls stood up with her, trailing behind quickly and excitedly. They followed Y/N all the way to the bottom of the stairs, hiding just out of sight in the stone curve of the staircase.

Y/N looked around the common room where all of the seventh year boys were. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Frank. She then looked back to the girls, a questioning expression on her face. Marlene ran down quickly casing out the room before grinning.

“Sirius.” Marlene whispered, running back up to the other girls that were a few steps above Y/N.

Y/N looked up the stairs to the girls incredulously, Marlene making a shooing motion with her hands. Y/N turned back to see Sirius’ piercing grey eyes on her, him having been in the only chair facing the girls’ stairs.

Y/N felt the tips of her ears grow warm as she stepped out onto the floor of the common room. None of the other boys had noticed her, Sirius’ eyes not lifting despite him continuing conversation with the others like nothing was wrong.

“Sirius,” Y/N called softly over the boys’ conversation as she stopped by them, “Can I talk to you for a moment?” She asked feebly.

James turned with a large grin, “First Lily- now you, Y/N!” He exclaimed happily, hazel eyes glinting up at her behind his glasses, “This is the most I think I’ve seen of all of you girls!”

Y/N managed a meek smile, “Are you forgetting the four Quidditch practices a week, James?” She quipped wittily.

James laughed before turning to Sirius, “Get on with it, lad, we’ve serious business to discuss.” He insisted, turning to Y/N and winking.

Sirius grinned at James as he rose up from his seat, crossing to Y/N and nodding towards an alcove by the boys’ staircase that was out of sight. Neither the girls or the boys would be able to see them. Y/N led the way, Sirius on her heels.

With a pounding chest, Y/N leant her back against the stone wall as Sirius stopped in front of her, his features undeniably curious. Sirius crossed his arms loosely across his chest, his Quidditch jumper still on from the game earlier in the day.

Sirius searched Y/N’s face, offering her a warm smile, “What did you need to talk to me about?” He inquired softly, endeavouring to be quiet and not overheard.

The boy had always been very nice to Y/N ever since he found her crying in first year when she was homesick. She had come a long way since; topping the subjects in their grade and playing Chaser with he and James- all the while enjoying her time at Hogwarts and becoming homesick for the castle when she went home to her parents.

The two didn’t know each other well off of the Quidditch Pitch. But they were friendly. So Y/N was glad that Marlene picked him out and not Peter or James; her being strangers with Peter and James being off limits. Remus was possibly the only one of the boys that Y/N was on better terms with- they studied together with Lily.

Y/N blew out a breath, “Us girls were playing truth or dare and I took a dare,” She began, her seeing Sirius cotton on, "Lily dared me to kiss the first seventh year boy that I saw…but you were all together… so Marlene picked you.“ She explained.

Sirius’ lips pulled up into a grin, "That’s why Lily was down here before too?” He asked knowingly.

Y/N nodded, “But we all knew that she liked James,” She informed Sirius, not wanting him to crush James with the knowledge that it was just a dare, “She just needed a little shove.” She added with a small smile.

Sirius laughed lightly, his arms falling from across his chest, one lifting up to run through his hair.

“Listen, I don’t want to put you in this position- so I thought that I would tell you what was going on and we could pretend that I went along with it and both walk away.” Y/N suggested. 

“What position would you be putting me in?” Sirius asked, his eyebrows furrowed, smiling all the while.

Y/N fumbled slightly under his piercing gaze, “Well, I’ve never kissed anyone before so I would like to save you the trauma.” She attempted to joke.

Sirius’ lips quirked, his eyes laughing but it not coming out of his mouth, “What if I wanted to?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped closer.

Y/N blinked slowly, “Sorry?” She asked, thinking she had misheard.

Sirius smiled, not cockily or in an attempt to appear suave, but…boyishly. His icy eyes betrayed his heart of gold, Y/N feeling nothing but warmth and sincerity flooding from his pores.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” Sirius whispered solemnly, his eyes flickering between hers and her lips.

Y/N’s breathing quickened, “B-but you never…” She breathed out, confused.

Sirius laughed lightly, reaching up to plant one hand on the wall above Y/N’s head, him leaning his weight on one leg casually as he continued to smile gently down at Y/N.

“I never asked you to every Hogsmeade trip like James with Lily?” Sirius supplied easily, “Believe it or not…I was nervous- I didn’t want to mess it up.” He explained vulnerably.

Y/N looked up at the young man differently, “You never looked twice at me unless we were on the Quidditch Pitch.” She whispered, his confession stealing her breath.

Sirius’ lips tugged up bashfully, “Just because I wasn’t looking at you when you were looking at me, it doesn’t mean that I never looked twice… or a couple hundred times a day,” He replied, “Unlike James, I know discretion.” He added boastfully.

Y/N managed a laugh at that, Sirius’ own laughter harmonizing with hers.

Their laughter slowly wound down, the two looking at each other with painstaking apprehension.

“So,” Sirius began with twinkling grey eyes, “Do you want to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” He asked.

Y/N nodded with a shy smile, “I would love to.” She answered easily.

Sirius grinned, “Brilliant,” He commented, “It’s settled then.” He added, his hand falling from the wall and him stepping back slightly.

Y/N slid out from between him and the wall, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She farewelled as she began to step out from their alcove.

Sirius nodded with a charming grin, “I’ll be waiting for you- we’ll have breakfast together.” He replied like they didn’t have to eat breakfast together every other morning as well.

Y/N was halfway to the stairs where the girls were still waiting when she stopped at Sirius’ voice again.

“Y/N, wait, you forgot something.” Sirius said loud enough from his friends and Y/N’s friends to hear.

Y/N turned, everyone’s eyes on the two as Sirius closed in on her. He took her face into both of his large elegant hands, backing her against the wall beside the opening to the girls’ staircase. And then he swooped down, gently capturing her lips in a brief and tender kiss.

It was over before Y/N could even try to reciprocate, not that she knew how, Sirius moving some hair away from the side of her face as he smiled down at her. He looked down at her as if she were for his eyes only, it sparking a comforting feeling that moved from Y/N’s chest to overtake her entire body.

“Sleep tight, love.” Sirius farewelled her.

“Sweet dreams, Sirius.” Y/N whispered back, crossing to her friends that were scurrying up the stairs to pretend that they hadn’t been watching.

Just before she disappeared from the view of the common room, Y/N cast one last look over her shoulder. Sirius was watching her go fondly, him having taken up his old post in the chair facing the stairs amongst his friends.

Y/N raised her hand in a timid wave, her smiling sheepishly. Sirius mirrored her smile, lifting his hand in a slightly less timid wave.

Just before she got to the top of the stairs, well out of sight from anyone in the common room, James’ Potter’s voice carried up the stairs.

“You turn into a right ponce when she’s around, I love it.”

“What Prongs means to say is that we're glad to know that you do have a soft side, Padfoot.” Remus’ voice accompanied James.

Y/N smiled to herself, the boys’ gossip being harmless. And then she opened the door to the dormitory she shared with the others, all of them smiling at her expectantly.  

{Requests are back open! This blog is no longer abandoned}

zombee  asked:

for prompts: how about an "inside the resistance" fic. we've gotten glimpses of dean and lee and some others in your other fics, but i'd love to see your take on what was happening during deathly hallows that we really only heard about through harry's pov.

Astoria Greengrass, Slytherin, perfected her ability to crumple up her face, cry quietly, and make even Death Eaters uncomfortable. She was a person, after all, in the way so many children weren’t to them– she was small and pureblooded and lovely. Astoria was safe in the halls until the very end, and she passed on information, supplies, warnings, children, and plans to the DA through every day of the occupation.

Cho Chang, Ravenclaw, manned the front desk at Flourish and Blotts. She kept the Anti-Muggleborn pamphlets out beside the register and hid the Squibs and Muggleborns she was smuggling to safety behind the false wall in the store room. She had excelled at Charms in school. She had excelled at most things.

Lee Jordan, Gryffindor– his radio station was mobile. They broadcasted from the Three Broomsticks’ supply room, his aunt’s dusty summer home out in the country, an Illusioned corner of a Muggle coffee shop (they just saw some kids playing D&D– a Muggleborn informant of Lee’s had designed the spell), a once-inhabited cave outside Hogsmeade, and one memorable public men’s washroom only three blocks from the Ministry headquarters itself. They had a lot of fun contributing to the stall graffiti in that one.

Professor McGonagall listened to Lee’s radio show in her faculty quarters, heavy under dampening wards. The first night she flicked on the show, she clutched her cooling teacup for the entirety of it, feeling older than even herself.

Lee spat out rapid fire news with a cool drawl, asking questions and bringing on informants. She didn’t once feel the driving urge to scold him across the Quidditch announcer’s booth for commenting on players’ dating statuses or cursing out the opposing team.

Lee’s voice over the crackling radio was bright and clever, focused and on point, needed. Minerva clutched at her tea cup and tried to feel proud instead of heartbroken.

Ernie Macmillian, Hufflepuff, had looked up to Cedric Diggory since the prefect had said hello to a small first-year. When Ernie boarded the train back to Hogwarts, for that terrible seventh year, his hands were shaking under the weight of his bags. “Remember,” he whispered. “When there is a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember…”

Neville Longbottom, Gryffindor, grew two inches that year and no one noticed. They all just thought he was standing straighter.

There was a small collection of first years for whom this was their first year at Hogwarts: There was Felice White, Ravenclaw, who had come for the library and spent most of her time there. Madame Pince turned a blind eye and made sure she ate regularly. There was Gregory Tong, Hufflepuff, who was the youngest of four and had been dreaming of Hogwarts for years.

The older students told stories about Harry Potter, about Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Gryffindor, who were out there winning the war.

They told stories– how the trio had saved the Philosopher’s Stone at age eleven. Potter had killed a basilisk, and a hundred dementors, and won the Triwizard Cup. They told stories in the dark, these kids who had sat behind Harry in the Great Hall and thought his hair a mess, who had booed him in Quidditch games and snickered to see him dance awkwardly at the Yule Ball.

“He’ll save us,” they said.

Granger had brewed up Polyjuice Potion in a girls’ bathroom. Potter could cast a corporeal Patronus. Weasley had beaten McGonagall at chess– McGonagall at chess. And they had faced down a murderer, or something, hadn’t they, in their third year? And the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself in fifth– and whatever had happened to Umbridge?

Granger had brewed a Polyjuice Potion in a girls’ bathroom– so Sue Li, Ravenclaw, took her spare cauldron to the stall past Moaning Myrtle’s and got to work. Astoria Greengrass got Sue bits of hair from Death Eaters and favored Slytherins and Sue tiptoed carefully in their various visages for months. She sent Hogwarts news down to the generals–Luna, Neville, Ginny–and the rest out the passages to Lee’s radio and the resistance.

Potter could cast a Patronus, and he had taught as many as had been willing to learn under Umbridge’s shadow. More were willing now–more wanted to make hope tangible, something bright to be used to protect, to defend, to send careful news long distances to friends.

Seamas Finnegan, who had played chess with Ron, poured over the changing maps that the Room provided. Hannah Abbott snuck out to the greenhouses on dark nights to gather what she needed to brew things to confuddle, to injure, to protect. The Room of Requirement provided food and water, but all the same every month or so the kids pulled a raid on the kitchens just to prove that they could.

Colin Creevey found a Slytherin first-year, crying, and gave him a chocolate bar and held his hand until he was done. Anthony Goldstein spent days hiding out in the Restricted section of the library, finding things to make them stronger, safer, wiser.

In those halls, they faced down Death Eaters under the guise of teaching robes. They faced them with raised wands, raised fists, or just raised chins, these children who kept telling stories in the dark about Harry Potter, who was going to save them.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione came back to Hogwarts, Dumbledore’s Army was waiting. Seamas had his maps. Neville had grown two inches and no one had noticed. Hannah offered up potions, and Sue secrets, and Anthony had been teaching the rest of them powerful old spells for weeks.

But Astoria Greengrass sat out the final battle in the Hogwarts dungeons, with the rest of House Slytherin.

Pansy Parkinson sulked and shivered. Blaise Zabini managed to look like he was lounging, even within these ominous walls. Astoria pressed herself up against the door and watched the light of curses flung far above. She listened. She waited. She tried Alohomora on the lock fifteen times, and then swapped to destructive spells that only singed it.

Astoria Greengrass sat out the final battle, listening to her friends fight for their lives far above her head, waiting for bad news. She listened to her big sister Daphne gently tease Pansy into a more cheerful state of mind, and Astoria tried to decide who she would hate most if the people she had been fighting for all year died up there, without her.

Years later, after victory, after rebuilding, after petitions from her peers, the Ministry gave Astoria an honorary medal for the brave acts of a civilian in wartime.

It was part thank you, and part apology. It did not make up in the slightest for Astoria having to stand at Colin’s funeral, at Lavender’s, at Fred’s, and to know that they had died while she was pacing in the dark, flinging useless curses at a locked door.

luna/ginny post-war headcanon
  • luna and ginny start dating a few years after the battle of hogwarts
  • the sparkle happens in angelina’s and george’s wedding, where ginny has to blink a few times because luna looks absolutely stunning, in a shiny, see-through silver dress with her hair tied up in two braids
  • they talk about luna’s magical creatures studies and the months she spent in south america, and ginny tells her all about her quidditch ambitions (and her amicable break up with harry)
  • they kiss at the end of the night, with luna’s cheeks warm with firewhiskey and ginny completely drunk on her beauty
  • they go on a few dates after that, until it’s luna the one who asks “but we’re girlfriends, right?”
  • ginny becomes chaser of the holyhead harpies shortly after, and luna automatically becomes their number one fan
  • she never misses a match, and always runs to hug and kiss ginny right after it, even if she protects because she looks disgusting and sweaty, pretty much to the grins of all of ginny’s teammates
  • “love, you know i can’t wear the necklace during a match”
    “but it’s not a necklace it’s a charm for keeping away the nargles”
  • (luna ends up wearing two of them just in case, because there’s not such thing as too much protection from the nargles)
  • luna sometimes travels a lot, to america, sweden or even bulgaria to work with charlie and his dragons, but always comes back with kisses and stories and souvenirs (and only like a scratched knee or two, or a nasty scar under an eye)
  • their third anniversary is spent at the quidditch’s world cup, where ginny is playing the final along the england national team
  • (they win, of course, but the celebration ends up to be a private one as they sneak away while snogging)
  • they move in together to a little cottage in the south-east of england they have both fell in love with, it has enough space for ginny to fly and practice, and it reminds luna of home
  • luna paints the entire house in light blue and yellow, casts spells of protection and hangs flowers off the ceiling; and ginny just let’s her do whatever she wants because there’s nothing more beautiful to her than luna doing something she loves and enjoys (even with smears of paint all over her nose)
  • the weasleys love luna to pieces, and there is always a sweater with an ‘L’ on it for her every single christmas at the burrow
  • and luna’s father absolutely adores ginny and their conversations about how maybe this is year when the chudley cannons win something
  • they get married in ireland, the day of their seventh anniversary, in a very private and small ceremony near a lake, surrounded by nature
  • xenophilius lovegood spends the entire wedding sobbing, but not as loudly as seamus finnigan does
  • they plan their honeymoon in japan, where luna falls in love with a shiba inu puppy
  • they take her home, calling her nargle

for @thunderbjrd who won personal favourite at faye and i tumblr’s awards


or “the college au where lily is a single mom struggling with finishing school and raising a child, and james discovers he quite likes babysitting” (AO3)

(p.s.: thank you to @gxldentrio for being a lovely beta reader!)

Chapter: ½

She’s just another face in the crowd.

But she stands out.

She’s battling her way through the waves of I’m late-s, I should have gone to bed earlier-s and Why haven’t I started that bloody paper yet-s entangling themselves in people’s legs. They trip, but she bears on.

Her hair is made of flames; they lick their way through the sea of people, turning them to ashes, burning a path for her - James is entranced. Her brow is furrowed with decision, and she doesn’t hesitate to nudge someone out of her way with her shoulder, or to make herself bigger with the size of her backpack which looks like it could make her topple over. She parts the flood with sheer determination in her eyes.

She’s unstoppable.


He goes unnoticed.

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“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it : 

Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that. 

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-I just don’t understand sir. 

Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father. 

-Uh ? 

-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes. 

-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?

-Miss (Y/N). 

-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!

The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.

-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ? 

Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice. 

He was the Batman. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.

It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything.  And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before. 

Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was. 

With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :

-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ? 

-Well, I have just one question sir. 

-Go ahead Al’. 

-Do you love her ? 

-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that. 

-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two. 

Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you. 

-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away. 

The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says : 

-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ? 

-Uh ? 

-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ? 

Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers : 

-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact. 

Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ? 

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I Hate That I Love You

Kang Daniel is your all-time enemy, your #1 rival. It’s not uncommon for the two of you to start dueling during class, but when Slughorn assigns the two of you to make Amortentia during detention, some interesting things develop.
-harry potter au
-enemies to lovers
-gryffindor daniel and slytherin reader
-for anon who requested enemies to lovers gryf!daniel and slytherin!reader


“Does anyone know the key characteristic of the Snuffling Potion?” Professor Slughorn asked the class. You traded glances with your best friend, smirking from your seat at the back of the class. All the Gryffindors were sitting at the front, their hands shooting up, while the Slytherins occupied the back seats. “Yes, Kang Daniel?”

“The Snuffling Potion is known for its peppery scent,” Daniel replied confidently. You shot your best friend a smug look.

“Not quite, Daniel,” Slughorn looked at the class, “anyone else?”

“Clear smoke, professor,” you drawled from the back of the classroom. In his seat, Daniel twisted to send you a glare. You just winked back at him, and his cheeks turned bright red, Daniel spinning back to face the professor.

“Very good, (y/n), though I’d like it if you raised your hand next time,” Professor Slughorn beamed, turning to the chalkboard behind him as he flicked his wand. A piece of chalk lifted, lazily scrawling the instructions for the Snuffling Potion on the board. “We’ll begin brewing this today, it’s due on Friday. I expect one clean vial from each group, and please don’t turn it in late.”

“I can go get the ingredients,” you told your best friend, who nodded, pulling her own textbook out onto the desk and flipping to the correct page.

“First we need cayenne pepper, distilled water, lacewing flies and baneberry,” your friend informed you, and you nodded, heading back to the storage room where all the ingredients were.

As you reached for the baneberry, you heard someone else enter the room.

“Where do you get off on being such a know-it-all?” Kang Daniel asked, sneering at you. You rolled your eyes.

“At least I know something,” you retorted, “you’re shit in potions. It’s kind of funny, actually. Mr. Golden Boy, the pride of the Gryffindor House, can’t even make a basic Pepper-Up Potion.”

Daniel bristled at that, “I can too make a Pepper-Up Potion. Besides, at least I don’t flop in Transfiguration.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed, “I do fine in Transfiguration. It’s your Potions that needs work. Didn’t you set fire to your cauldron just last week?”

“As if,” Daniel rolled his eyes, “You’re so childish, I swear.”

“Did I ask you for your input?” you snapped back, pulling out your wand, “I swear, just seeing your ugly face makes me want to hex you.”

Daniel smirked, “that’s not what Jennie was saying last night, though.” Jennie was one of your dorm mates, and extremely sweet.

“Oh, shut the hell up,” you snapped, flicking your wand at him, “anteoculatia!” You snorted as antlers began growing out of Daniel’s head, only to jump as he blasted water at you from his wand, knocking over the jars of ingredients behind you.

“Avis Oppugno!” You waved your wand again, sending a flock of birds after Daniel, who shooed them away. The two of you began full-on dueling, shooting jinxes and hexes at each other as quickly as you could.

“Students!” Slughorn shouted over the ruckus of glass falling, Daniel in the middle of casting a particularly nasty Bat-Boogey Hex. “STUDENTS!”

You stopped casting, wand still raised at Daniel, him the same. You may have hated the guy, but he was quick with his wand, meeting you spell-for-spell.

“Students, Gryffindors and Slytherins are supposed to be getting along, not dueling in supply closets,” Slughorn said, voice condescending as he tsk’ed at the two of you. You rolled your eyes at your head-of-house.

“Prof, this has nothing to do with him being a Gryffindor,” you replied, crossing your arms after tucking your wand away, “Gryffindors are fine, but Daniel’s irritating, annoying, ugly, rude and disgusting.”

“Yeah?” Daniel snapped, “well, no one likes you.”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure your best friend Seongwoo asked me on a date last weekend,” you retorted, drawing your wand out again.

“Okay, okay, kids,” Slughorn said, raising his arms in an attempt to diffuse the situation, “let’s get back to your seats. You two will report for detention with me tonight, and ten points from Gryffindor and Slytherin each for causing a disturtabnce in class. Let’s go, get back to work.”

The other students meandered back to their seats, and the spectacle of (y/n) and Daniel, famed rivals, fighting was over.

“This was your fault,” you muttered to Daniel, collecting your lacewing flies quickly.

“Maybe if you weren’t so irritable, this wouldn’t have started,” Daniel hissed back. You just glared at him, taking your seat next to your best friend with a huff.

“So, dentention with Kang Daniel, huh?” Your best friend asked as she began boiling the water, wiggling her eyebrows at you, “I would kill for time alone with him, to be honest.”

“That’s disgusting,” you retorted, carefully chopping up the cayenne pepper, “he’s so irritating, I swear.”

“You know, he’s actually really cute,” she mused, leaning over to stare at the broad-shouldered Gryffindor, “his hair is so soft, and those muscles… what a dream.”

You wrinkled your nose at her, “he’s obnoxious and rude.” You huffed, “that’s not cute.”

“I mean, objectively speaking,” she protested, “like, the dude’s hot, you can’t deny that.”

You shrugged, “I guess objectively speaking yeah, but he’s still an asshole—all the good looks in the world wouldn’t negate that.”

“Well, try not to kill each other during detention,” she joked, stirring the cauldron a bit. You just hummed in response, not wanting to think about that night.
“You two will be testing out a new Potion that I’m planning on teaching the seventh-years,” Slughorn announced once the two of you were sitting in his classroom, Daniel at one desk and you far behind him.

“Professor, are you sure we should be doing seventh-year potions work?” Daniel asked in concern, “don’t you think that’s a little advanced.”

“Yeah, professor,” you began, “I mean, I know I’m gonna be fine, but you know,” your voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, “Daniel’s a bit challenged in the Potions department, I’m not sure he’s up for the challenge.”

“Shut up,” Daniel snapped, rolling his eyes, “I’m just saying, we’re not seventh-years. I’ll be fine.”

“Very well,” Slughorn beamed, “here’s the instructions. You’ll be brewing a modified Amortentia; they say it provides the scent of your one true love, but some people are skeptical about the brewing method. You’ll be testing it.”

“Right,” you wrinkled your nose, scanning the blackboard. When you’d made Amortentia before for Potions, you’d smelled warm pumpkin, salty ocean mist, fragrant lavender and sweet vanilla.

“I can collect the ingredients, you can prepare the cauldron,” Daniel muttered, heading to the storage room. Slughorn had left the two of you, and you were slightly questioning his teaching abilities in that moment, but decided to overlook it in favor of selecting a caldron and filling it with water.

The two of you worked silently, coming to a mutual, unspoken agreement to just brew the potion and get done with it. The agreement worked fairly well, save for a couple of times when you bumped into each other.

“Okay, after giving it three counterclockwise stirs, it should be done,” Daniel said, reading from the blackboard, “and it’ll release puffs of steam that give off its signature aroma.”

“Thanks, Einstein, but I can read,” you drawled, still doing as you were told. A glistening, almost holographic steam rose from the surface of the pale pink potion, wafting over your senses. Sure enough, there was the scent—pumpkin, the ocean, lavender, and vanilla. It was an interesting combination of scents, but not one that you hated.

“So, you gonna tell me?” Daniel asked with a cocky grin.

“Tell you what,” you asked with a frown, waving your wand to siphon the successful potion into a vial.

“What you smell, of course,” he replied, crossing his arms over his bright maroon Gryffindor sweatshirt.

“Like hell I will,” you retorted with a snort, carefully corking the bottle. “In your dreams, asshole.”

“Sorry, I don’t dream about snakes,” Daniel replied smoothly, making you glance over at him sharply.

“I’m not going to hex you for that comment solely because I don’t want another detention with you,” you snapped, stalking out of the classroom.

“Oh please, you wouldn’t be able to hex me, short stuff” Daniel shot back smugly, looking down at you.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” you hissed, yanking your wand out.

And that’s how Slughorn returned to a ruined classroom, desks overturned and glass broken. Your potion had been caught in the action, completely ruined.

“Another detention tomorrow night,” Slughorn said firmly, “I have no way of knowing if it actually worked, since you turkeys have gone and ruined this lot.”

“This was your fault,” you grumbled to Daniel as the two of you left the classroom.

“I’m not playing this game, (y/n),” Daniel sing-songed, heading up the stairs towards the Gryffindor Tower, “but you totally started it.”

“Yah—“ You began, pulling out your wand, only for Daniel to snicker, hurrying up the stairs. “Ah, what an idiot.” You grumbled after him, frowning before heading to the Slytherin dungeons.

“You brew the potion this time,” you informed Daniel as you settled into the Potions classroom, the cauldron waiting in front of the two of you. Slughorn had left as soon as you’d gotten there, leaving the two of you to recreate the potion.

“What? Why?” Daniel whined, pouting at you. You just rolled your eyes in response.

“Look buddy, I brewed it last night,” you replied, patting the side of the cauldron, “it’s your turn to stir clockwise twenty times. I’ll go grab the ingredients.”

The two of you got to work in silence, you handing Daniel the ingredients when he needed them. You were in the back room rummaging around for the ashwinder eggs when you heard a loud boom, followed by the sound of metal clattering.

Hurrying out to the main classroom, you found Daniel looking back at you with wide eyes, the cauldron in front of him billowing smoke at an alarming rate.

“Aguamenti!” you waved your hand at the cauldron, extinguishing the flames that had been licking at the metal before hurrying over. “God, what happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I stirred too many times,” Daniel replied sheepishly. You inspected the cauldron, only to begin coughing at the heavy smoke still coming from it.

“We still have time to remake it,” you said with a resigned voice, not looking forward to spending the whole night remaking a potion for detention. “I don’t want to have another night of detention, I have an essay for History of Magic Due.”

“Sorry,” Daniel said sheepishly, cheeks a bit pink as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I can—“

“No,” you cut him off, “I’m brewing this time. Just get me all the ingredients, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Daniel nodded, hurrying to the back storage room. He deposited the initial ingredients on the desk next to you, frowning at his mistake still. “Hey, if you’re okay with it, I’m gonna head to my dorm and bring some of these candles that I have?”

You turned to Daniel, “candles?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, clearly embarrassed, “Park Woojin has this habit of setting his bed curtains on fire while he’s sleeping, so I keep these scented candles around to make the smell go away.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you waved him off, not really wanting Daniel around anyways in case he fucked up the Potion—again. “Just don’t let Slughorn see that you’re not there.”

Daniel nodded before disappearing, and you turned your focus back to the potion, carefully following the directions like you had the night before. You carefully stirred the liquid, peering inside the cauldron before adding the rose thorns and powdered moondust.

“I got them,” Daniel burst into the classroom again, setting the candles down and flicking his wand to light them. You nodded, not really paying attention to him. You began absentmindedly playing with your robe, picking at a loose thread. The potion was almost complete—it just needed to finish brewing, and then after the final three stirs, it would be done.

As you tried tugging on the thread from your robe, your nose twitched, the scents of pumpkin, ocean, lavender and vanilla washing over you.

“Oh? You stirred it?” You asked, a bit peeved that Daniel had stirred the potion, but mostly glad that it was finally done.

“Hm?” Daniel asked, glancing up from the candles that he’d been looking at. You froze, the situation adding up. Four candles sat in front of Daniel—one orange one, one blue one, one purple one, and one white one. Pumpkin, ocean, lavender and vanilla. Daniel’s candles.

“N-nothing!” You exclaimed, cheeks heating up as you hurried to give the potion the final three stirs.

“Wait, (y/n), are you okay?” Daniel asked, getting up as you rushed to take the cauldron off the fire, using your wand to get the potion into a clean vial.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you replied hurriedly, just wanting to get away from the whole situation. No way was Kang Daniel your soulmate.

“(y/n), really,” Daniel replied, “if you’re mad that I messed the potion up earlier, I really am sorry, I can help you with that essay if you—“

“No, it’s good,” you rushed, shoving your things into your bookbag. “I’ll see you.” With that, you raced out of the classroom, clutching your heart as you hurried to the Slytherin dorms.

“(y/n), what’s going on?” Your best friend eyed you suspiciously.

“Nothing, I swear,” you whispered back, trying to copy the notes from the board. Professor McGonagall focused her intense glare at the two of you, turning away when she was satisfied that you weren’t talking.

“You’ve been acting weird for a week now,” she hissed back, “ever since your detention with Daniel. Something happened, and you’re not telling me.”

“No, I swear,” you shook your head, “nothing happened. I’d tell you if something did.” You were good at lying—after all, you weren’t in Slytherin for nothing—but she saw right through it.

“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, I’ll respect that,” she shrugged, “but I know something happened.”

“Nothing happened,” you groaned.

“Ladies!” McGonagall snapped, glaring at the two of you, “when I am teaching, you are taking notes, not whispering.”

“Yes, Professor,” the two of you chorused. As you turned back to your parchment, you noticed Daniel peering at your curiously from the corner of your eye.

After class, you shoved your things into your backpack, eager to get to the Great Hall for lunch.

“Hey, (y/n),” Daniel called as you exited the classroom, your best friend giving you A Look. “Can I talk with you real quick?”

You sighed, spinning to face him. The corridor was soon clear, all the students rushing to get lunch.

“What, Daniel?” you asked with a frown, crossing your arms.

“I was just wondering…” he began, cheeks a bit pink, “I was wondering if everything is okay? You’ve been acting really weird ever since detention, and I wasn’t sure if I did something to make you upset or angry.”

You huffed, “no, Daniel, for once, it wasn’t you that made my life miserable.”

Daniel frowned at that, “so something is up? Are you okay?”

You groaned internally, “it’s fine, Daniel, just leave it.”

“No, seriously,” Daniel pressed, “if you need help with something, I can help you. Was it the History of Magic paper? I’m pretty good at History of Magic, and I know Pro—“

“You’re my fucking soulmate, Daniel,” you snapped, unable to keep listening to him babble on and on, “you’re my fucking soulmate and I had to discover this in fucking detention because you don’t understand the basic concept of stirring a fucking cauldron. So no, you can’t help me.”

You stormed off, ignoring Daniel’s calls after you. All you wanted was to sit and eat lunch with your friends, not deal with all this romance stuff. It was stupid and a waste of your time.

The next couple of days were chaotic for you. As much as you wanted to ignore the fact that you were meant to spend the rest of your life with Daniel, you couldn’t help but think—what if? Suddenly, all the classes you had with him were a chance for your heart to speed up instead of your temper to explode. The quips you traded with him turned into averted gazes and pink cheeks, and even your classmates started to notice the awkward atmosphere around the two of you.

Soon, two weeks had passed since your outburst with Daniel. Your friends had picked up on the obvious tension between the two of you, but opted not to say anything.

“Hey, (y/n)?” Lee Woojin, a small Hufflepuff, approached where you and your friends were sitting in the library, studying for a test coming up.

“Yeah?” You asked, smiling at the adorable Hufflepuff.

“Professor Slughorn wanted to see you,” Woojin relayed nervously, playing with his fingers.

“Thanks for letting me know,” you replied, smiling at him, “I’ll be back soon.”

“See you!” Your friends responded as you left the table, hurrying in the direction of the Potions classroom.

When you entered, you frowned at the empty room, poking your head into the supply closet and then Slughorn’s office.

“(y/n),” you heard someone say, and your blood ran cold.

“No, no, no, I’m not doing this,” you chanted, hurrying towards the door.

“(y/n), please,” Daniel said quietly, reaching out to grab your wrist. “Please, can we just talk?”

You turned slowly to face him, heart speeding up a bit. “Fine. Talk,” you waved your hand, motioning for him to begin, “I’ll give you a minute.”

Daniel ran a hand through his messy hair, and you noticed how tired and ragged he looked, “(y/n), look, I’ve been thinking a lot about this. A lot about what happened, a lot about, you know, us.”

“Get to your point, Daniel,” you snapped, “you’ve got 45 seconds.”

“Give us a shot,” he said, getting right to the point, “if the universe thinks that we belong together, don’t we owe it to the fates to at least try?”

“Daniel, why the hell would I try and date someone who’s been teasing me for years?” You snapped, glaring up at him.

“Because I know there’s something there,” he said, getting closer to you. You stepped back, and your back hit the stone wall of the dungeon. “I know that you’ve noticed it, and you know what they say—love and hate are only a step away.”

“And who’s saying I’m willing to take that step?” You challenged, looking up at him defiantly.

“Just do this one thing for me, and if you’re still not willing, I’ll stop,” Daniel said, dangerously quiet. You then noticed how close he was to you, breath fanning over your face. Then suddenly, Daniel’s lips were on yours.

You responded, tilting your head as you reached up, tangling your hand in the small hairs at the nape of his neck. The kiss deepened, and you felt butterflies in your stomach as he pulled away breathlessly, pushing the hair away from your face.

“Willing to take the step now?” He asked with a smirk, and you just sighed, trying to catch your breath.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Kang Daniel,” you replied, before pulling his tie down to kiss him again.

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17. Clexa

This was a bad idea. One hell of a bad idea. The woefully unfit mother of all bad ideas. How Lexa ever thought this could work in her favor was now entirely beyond her. She winced as she stood, partially hidden, at the end of the hall and watched the now painfully familiar scene play out.

Clarke only briefly glanced down at the small white envelope tucked into the door of her locker. She didn’t bother to open the thing, just a quick look at her own name scrawled across the top, and then she rolled her eyes hard enough to send them rocketing into the back of her skull. For the fifth time in a row, she wadded up the unopened envelope, tucked her English book under her arm, and then shut her locker and headed to class. The crumpled unread note landed on top of a heap of trash in a hallway bin, and Lexa wanted to crawl in with it. She may as well stink as bad as this utterly idiotic idea and it’s completely hopeless execution. Just another high-school trash pile.

“Give it a try,” Mr. Jaha had said. “You might be surprised by the results.”

Yeah, Lexa was surprised all right. She knew Clarke had been anti-relationship since Finn Collins cheated on her sophomore year with a girl from another school and gave her Chlamydia. But she hadn’t expected her to be so completely jaded that she would take one look at a nice, nerdy note from a nice, anonymous nerd and act as if someone had sent her an eviction notice despite her having no intention of ever paying the back-rent.

It had been two years, but at the mere mention of ‘love’, Clarke acted like she was still waiting for a pharmacist to fill her Azithromycin prescription and cure her of every last Finn-Collins-related symptom. That was unfortunate for Lexa considering she had been in love with Clarke Griffin since the sixth-grade Honor Roll trip when Jasper Jordan stuck gum in Octavia Blake’s hair, and Clarke diligently ate the chocolate off six Reese’s cups so she could use the peanut butter to slide the gum out. A sacrifice of peanut-butter cups to save your best friend the horrors of a bowl cut. Talk about heroic. Lexa had pushed her glasses up on her nose and swooned from the back of the bus at the sheer cleverness of the girl.

And thus began her quiet pining for Clarke Griffin.

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Hello! I know you’re probably confused as to why an Evak fics recs blog is posting a Yousana masterpost right now… At first I only meant to reply to an anon’s request for a few fics, but then it kinda turned into this, so I hope y’all don’t mind. I think we all are in the need for some kind of glimmer of hope and light in the form of fluffy fics right now anyway. 

The list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics and will be updated over time, so make sure to like/bookmark it.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ” 

All the fics can be found under the cut. Have fun.

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The one where it was time to move on.

The second addition to the Divorce Series AU. Let me know if you guys are enjoying it, if I should continue writing it. ENJOY! :)

When the divorce was finalized, it was everywhere. It was the cover story on every newspaper and magazine. Questions were thrown left and right, but the two of you made sure that the kids were kept out of this. You had majority custody of you’re the kids, not because Harry was a bad father, but since he was the busy one out of the two of you, the kids were at a tender age, and they needed to be taken care of. You were the right choice for now.

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Professionalism- A Cedric Diggory Imagine

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up after part two of Alone Together! I think I’m slowly running out of the beginner-blog motivation I had. Hopefully I can get at least another two imagines up by the end of this week though! Enjoy, my loves.

Request from Anon: Cedric x reader. Cedric is watching his girlfriend play quidditch. Some of the guys from the other team talk about what they’d like to do to her sexually. Cedric shows them who you belong to when she returns to the ground.

Originally posted by infinitepossibilitiesofficial

Cedric stared up into the sky, watching blurred colors of yellow and black zoom back and forth across the pitch. He squinted slightly, as the sunshine was beginning to make it difficult to see. Although, that wouldn’t break his concentration for a moment. He was invested in this scrimmage match, knowing that it would determine the rest of the season’s chances of winning the cup. Nothing could break him of the trance he was in, watching the different techniques of the prospective players.

Well, nothing except your name, of course.

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That Damn Paul McCartney

This is for @colinoslayme who requested “we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realize i’m wearing your shirt ” This got way more emo than I intended but here it is. :)

Rated T. 3k words.

Atrocious, blasphemous, contemptible, disgraceful, erroneous. She could hit every letter of the alphabet with words that have been used to describe her. Not for the aspects of her life that usually riled a person’s feathers: having a child at the age of 17, keeping that child, going to prison, swearing off any serious form of relationship. No, the thing people find most unbelievable about her is her dislike of The Beatles.

She doesn’t hate The Beatles. If Mary Margaret were to play a song in the car, she wouldn’t throw a fit… but she would politely ask her to play something different. If a song were to come on the radio in her own car though, she wouldn’t hesitate to smash the tuner to a different station. And it’s possible that she may have once called into a radio station to complain about the abysmal taste of whoever requested that damn yellow submarine song.

“You drive a yellow bug. You lived in it for a while, didn’t you? How do you not like Yellow Submarine?” What a good question, Shelly in the prison cafeteria. Why wouldn’t she like a song that reminds her of the time she spent homeless, living in a tiny, cramped car that lacked viable air conditioning, with her deadbeat boyfriend?

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Nyx-Chapter 12

Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.

Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut

Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader

A/N: Enjoy A Bucky POV

Bucky’s POV

He watches as a thoroughly drunk Thor spins you around the dance floor, the Asgardian’s hands wandering ever lower He can only imagine the dirty things Thor is whispering in your ear. The way Thor’s hands roam your body so possessively makes him nearly nauseas.

It should be him, could have been him, but he wasn’t worth it. Worth you. He had come to that stunning realization when you had screamed you were nothing but his whore. And it was the truth. He had treated you no better than he had during the Hydra days, seeking comfort in your body after a hard mission. His handlers would lock Winter in your cell, expecting he would beat you, force what he needed from you.

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The Skaters Silly (not-so) Secrets

For the second part of @atelerixe requests for headcanons, I have decided to make a list of “little known” secrets about our favorite skaters. (Some of these could easily turn into drabbles or ficlets if anyone wants to see them!)

Leo – can line dance and taught Guang Hong how to do so as well. Sometimes when they are at the same competition, they have line dancing dance parties in one of their hotel rooms

JJ – has a series of really innocent things he does with Isabella. They read series of books together, taking turns reading chapters out loud (including all of Harry Potter and the Wrinkle in Time series). They have a long time running score for Rummy 500 and a travel set for checkers.

Emil – can play the guitar and sing. He mostly sings love songs and has a YouTube channel. Everyone wants to know who he is singing to and why there is always a Mickey Mouse plushie sitting on the top of this guitar.

Mickey – secretly loves Emil (oh look here, it is another ship!) But he doesn’t even realize that it is love. It starts out trying to shove Emil away, but slowly, he starts watching every one of Emil’s YouTube videos and leaving comments (great range, man!). Sometimes, he will text Emil with song suggestions that fit with the love theme (he is also slowly killing Emil and does not realize this either)

Mila – sometimes shaves shapes into her undercut. After she starts dating Sara (yes I ship them) she has her hair dresser shave Sara surrounded by a heart into her undercut. She purposely wears her hair up around Mickey

Sara – can break dance. If it hadn’t been for the dress she was wearing at the Sochi banquet, she would have challenged Yuuri then and there. She also took a pole dancing class and was part of an online group who posted their pole dancing performances on YouTube while wearing masks (Mila was personally responsible for the videos going viral)

Seung-gil –obsessively follows dog blogs and donates to animal rescue efforts in multiple countries (his dog is a rescue animal). He has a t-shirt that says “I rescue animals, what’s your super power?” and a water bottle that says “my child as four paws”

Phichit – has practiced his ice show with his actual hamster. He even made them a stage. It is the single cutest thing that has ever happened

Chris – has days of the week underwear with sexual innuendos on them. (HUMP Day Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday, Scream My Name Saturday)

Georgi – has a collection of first addition story books. When he is feeling happy, he will go to the stories with happily ever afters. When he is upset he reads nothing by The Brothers Grim

Minami – has a Disney obsession. He knows every movie, every D-Com, and can sign every song. He has a bed full of plushies, and collects Disney snowglobes. His dream is to be a part of Disney on Ice one day

Yuri – watches YouTube videos to learn how to do his hair. He also owns so many hair products that Yakov mutters about Yuri’s responsibility for the hole in the ozone layer. Sometimes when he is messing with his hair, he will angrily whisper about how it must be better than Victor’s

Otabek – is a huge nerd (again… I don’t want to spoil my plot for my catfishprompt fic… but trust me HUGE NERD)

Victor – collects anything poodle related. The bathroom hand towels are covered in poodles, and they have them in seven different colors. The waffle maker makes poodle shaped waffles. There is a pancake mold and high thread count pillow cases with pillows on them (when Yuuri moves in, Victor has a pillow case printed of Yuuri and Vicchan – there are some very sweet, appreciative tears). As Yuuri starts to run out of poodle themed ideas (the poodle shaped clock now hanging in their kitchen was a last stroke of luck), the gifts start becoming even more random. Poodle salt and pepper shakers, poodle underwear, poodle pajama pants… Victor has it all.

Yuuri – cheats at Just Dance. The dance calls for a hip twirl? Yuuri is grinding, “accidentally” brushing against Victor’s hip as he does it. Every move is deliberate and if Victor somehow manages to cling to his self-control, Yuuri steps slightly forward making sure that he is in Victor’s line of vision while dancing. One night, when Victor was really on his game, Yuuri stripped while playing, without missing a beat. The game was abandoned

Yakov – has broken stress dolls by throwing them. Mila gave him one that was supposed to be indestructible but after Georgi’s third meltdown of the day, Victor and Yuuri’s seventh attempt to sneak off the ice to make out, and Yuri and Mila’s ninth wrestling match, he throws it against the wall so hard it explodes. All the skaters run.

The Bastard of Winterfell

Jon Snow x Reader (second person)

1586 words

Jon Snow is nervous to meet his future wife- and even more nervous to prove himself in front of her.

A/N: My first fanfic in a while! I just watched Game of Thrones and LOVED it, so expect some GoT soon, especially Robb and Jon, my babies.

F/N= first name, L/N= last name

You shifted in your seat, pretending to be asleep as you listened to your parents whisper back and forth.

“A bastard,” you mother muttered, the word like venom on her lips.

“Ned Stark’s bastard,” your father reminded her gently. In your mind’s eye you could see the desperation in his eyes.

“She is a lady!”

Your father sighed. “She is the youngest of nine daughters in a small house. She has limited options. It’s either marry her off to some old lord who is on his seventh wife who will use her for her body, or the son of a good man who will, Gods willing, treat her with compassion.”

Your mother hummed, her arms probably crossed across her chest. “He’s still a bastard.”

You knew your father was right. It was good of Ned Stark to arrange your marriage. When he heard your father was desperately trying to find a match for his youngest, favorite daughter, Lord Stark had an unusual proposal. One your father simply couldn’t refuse.

It was even Lord Stark’s idea to have you stay at Winterfell for a few months so you could get to know your future husband; you’d only met once or twice as children when you visited Winterfell. You remembered Jon Snow being quiet and brooding; you wondered what kind of man he’d grown into.

Your eyes opened as Winterfell came into sight. At least you could find comfort in the fact that the beautiful Stark castle would be your home.

Ned Stark stood at the gate, a friendly smile on his face. He embraced you and your parents, offering you a small wink. Your stomach was in absolute knots.

He led you through the gate, where his family lined up to greet you.

Robb Stark, the most charming young man in the North, kissed your hand. He often accompanied his father to visit your home and was always kind to you. At least you would have an ally in your brother by law.

“Lady F/N,” he said with that dashing smile. “Your beauty has grown since we last met. I had assured my brother that his bride-to-be was lovely, but I must admit, my words did you no justice.”

You blushed. “Thank you, Lord Robb.” You continued down the line to the very end where-

“L-Lady F/N.” A pair of nervous brown eyes searched yours. “A pleasure to see you again.” Jon Snow glanced towards his brother, who gave him an encouraging nod. Jon kissed your hand gently. “I, er, look forward to getting better acquainted.” A pause. “With you.” Another pause. “My lady,” he added quietly.

A small smile escaped your lips. Jon Snow had grown to be a handsome young man, with curly black hair you wanted to reach out and touch. Though Robb’s confidence was definitely attractive, there was something sweet to Jon’s nervousness. You liked it.

“I seem to recall a young dark-haired boy who was never without his sword,” you said, noting that he still held your hand. “Do you still practice the whole day long?”

Now Jon smiled, a small, shy grin. “Indeed, I do.”

Down the line, Robb piped up. “Perhaps after lunch you would like to watch us practice, my lady?”

You nodded. “I would like that very much,” you called back. You turned back to Jon. “If that’s fine with you, that is.”

Jon nodded. “Very fine, my lady.”

“Good.” You gave his hand a small squeeze and released it before following Lady Stark to your room.

As you entered the castle, you glanced back. Jon was standing in the same spot, staring after you, as Robb chattered excitedly in his ear.

You sat beside Jon at lunch, noticing that he barely looked at you. Your stomach sank. Across from you, Robb cleared his throat.

“So, my lady, what do you do with your free time?

You looked up at Robb, who stared at Jon pointedly.

“Oh. I read. I ride. Some needlework.” You looked down the table at the eldest Stark sister. “Though I have heard Lady Sansa’s needlework is true art. Perhaps she could help me improve my own?”

Lady Sansa smiled graciously. “I would love to.”

You turned your gaze to the younger sister. “And Lady Arya, I would love to learn to shoot properly, if you have the time. I have been told your skill surpasses that of any of your brothers.”

The girl’s face lit up. “I would love to!”

Good. More allies in your new home.

After lunch, Jon excused himself to grab something from his room, promising to meet you and Robb in the yard.

Robb offered you his arm as you headed out. “I apologize for my brother, Lady F/N. He… well honestly he is a little scared of you.” A small smile played on his lips. “Not that I can blame him. You are, after all, his future wife.”

You nodded. “I must admit, I’m nervous as well. I barely know him.” You smiled at Robb. “But if he’s anywhere near as kind as you and your sisters, I know I will be very happy here.”

Robb nodded. “Aye, he is. A bit… glum, at times. But very kind,” he assured you. “And before lunch he admitted to me that you are the loveliest creature he ever laid eyes on.”

You felt yourself blush. You opened your mouth to reply-

“What’s this I hear the bastard is marrying himself a lady?” a voice called out.

You and Robb turned as a lanky young man approached you. His eyes traveled up and down your body.

Robb sighed. “This is Theon Greyjoy, our ward. Theon, this is Lady F/N L/N. Jon’s intended.”

Theon’s eyes had yet to find your face. “Hello my lady,” he finally said, the kiss he planted on your hand lingering far too long. “I am looking forward to getting to know you.”

You took a step back. “Thank you.” A mop of curly black hair caught your eye. “But if you will excuse me, I believe I see my future husband.” You broke away from Theon and took Jon’s arm. “Jon, I am very excited to see how well you wield a sword.” You smiled sweetly at him.

He looked a bit taken aback. “Really?”
You nodded. “Really.” You gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

Theon spoke up. “I’ve an idea.” You and the brothers turned to look at him. “A duel. You and me, Snow. Winner gets a kiss from your little lady here.”

The color rose in Jon’s cheeks. “I-”

“What the matter?” Theon challenged. “Scared I’ll kiss your bride before you do?”

Jon glanced at you. You could tell he did not want to back down in front of you. “Fine. Grab your sword.”

Robb led you out to the yard, helping you perch yourself on a fence. “Not to worry, my lady. Jon is a fantastic swordsman. Your lips are in safe hands.” He smiled at you and lowered his voice. “And make sure to cheer him on. He’s always wanted a pretty girl cheering him on in a duel.”

You laughed. “I’ll be sure to cheer him on to victory.”

The two young men came out, ready for combat. Jon glanced your way. You smiled and gave a small wave.

“Good luck Jon!” you called out. A smile tugged on your future husband’s lips.

“Nicely done,” Robb murmured beside you. “I do believe my brother is blushing.”

You giggled in response. You could definitely feel yourself falling for the bastard of Winterfell as you watched him wield his sword. He looked confident and strong as he swung his weapon this way and that.

“Go Jon!” you called out, clapping.

He turned his head to look at you, a proud smirk on his handsome face. Theon took the opportunity to take a cheap hit, knocking Jon to the ground. He held his sword to Jon’s throat.

“I do believe I win, Snow,” he claimed smugly. He sauntered over to you. “And now for my prize.”

You grimaced and looked to Robb, who looked at shocked as you felt.

“That was a cheap shot,” Robb finally choked out. “You know in a fair fight Jon would have slaughtered you. He was nervous in front of F/N!”

Theon shrugged. “That’s life, m'lord.” He turned to you. “My prize.”

You looked at Jon, who still lay on the ground, looking utterly defeated. You could feel the embarrassment radiating from him.

“Here’s your damned prize,” you muttered. You barely brushed your lips against Theon’s cheek, then jumped down from your post. You walked over to Jon, who slowly sat up as you approached.

“I-I’m sorry, my lady,” he muttered. “If I hadn’t gotten distracted-”

You smiled as you knelt beside him. “I’m glad you got distracted.” You took his hand in yours as he looked at you, puzzled. “You getting distracted by me was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A small smile appeared on his lips. “Really?”

You nodded. “You know, I think second place deserves a prize too.”

Jon’s eyebrows rose. “Oh you do?” He glanced behind you at the other boys, who looked just as surprised.

“I do.”

You leaned down and pressed your lips gently against his. You could feel his smile pressing against yours as his hand rose to pull you closer. He finally let you go and pulled back. A large smile spread across his face.

“I think I’m gonna like being married,” he murmured before leaning in for another kiss.

Part 2