Prompt: @effleurermonamourgravel : Just a really fluffy cute one about Graves x reader?? it’s up to you what it should be about <3
A/N: I linked a song for the romantic scene be sure to check it out.
You came home from work and crashed onto the mattress. Within in five minutes, you fell asleep. You woke up what felt like only twenty minutes later. The door opening woke you with a start. Percival stood in the doorway. He was slowly backing away and closing the door but you were already awake and sitting up.
“I’m so sorry..”
“No, it’s alright. I wasn’t getting much sleep anyway,” the exhaustion was apparent as you spoke. Percy walked over to the bed, kicked off his shoes, and shuffled under the blankets.
“What are you doing?” you mumbled. He didn’t answer, instead, he wrapped his arm around your waist.
“I know you had a rough day at work so you stay here, I’ll let you know when I’m done.” He got up and dashed out of the room leaving you laying in bed confused.
Have you ever gone back to revisit a childhood series you loved, and been kind of disappointed to realize there’s like one, maybe two (if you’re lucky 3) women who are at all developed characters? The Harry Potter adaptations are by no means flawless, but I love that JK Rowling’s given us a world filled with so many interesting and varied female characters. They are each distinctive and intriguing in their own ways.
We’ve known women like this - loved them, feared them, hated them, admired them. They are wise, cautious, brave, motherly, wicked, selfish, selfless, strong-willed, athletic, curious, lovesick, heartbroken, adventurous, funny, humorless and more.
This fandom also brought with it an early cautionary tale for me - anyone else notice how vilified Lavender Brown and Cho Chang were, compared to Snape and Malfoy? Of course you noticed, this is tumblr. Internalized sexism is an awful thing to have to deal with; we know girls or were the girls making these harsh statements. I always liked Cho but in revisiting the series recently I’ve really come to appreciate Lavender more. Damn you, David Yates, for making me see her dead body at the Battle of Hogwarts.
(My personal favorites are Harry’s mother and his mother figures, Molly and McGonagall, who treat him so differently but whose intent is the same. I love the diverse approaches. Add on or put your faves in the tags!)
request ; Can you do a credence imagine were him and reader get into a fight?
a/n ; this is so late we suck but kiera and i just watched beauty and the beast and the graphics killed me rip ,,,,, also should we just write our imagines in all lowercase ?? it’s totally not because i’m lazy for some reason lowercase looks q aesthetic to me wowow / also do yall like this new format i’m trying oooo
lowercase + capital format intended (this is just a trial to see if people like it !!)
YOUR WORDS HAD HURT MORE than the wounds left on his body by his dearest mother ever did. each syllable had felt like a dozen bullets embedding themselves into his body one after the other; the pain had seeped into every inch of his body agonisingly slowly - poison crawling through his veins like a plague.
wasn’t it funny how the one person who had brought him so much joy was also the one person who had caused him the most harm?
credence didn’t mean for this to happen.
he just wanted you to stop, stop doing that awful thing that you did with that wooden stick of yours because it frightened him; it was evil - pure work of the devil, his mother had told him - and he didn’t know what to do.
it was beautiful - it was, it truly was - but weren’t the most dangerous things supposed to be the most enticing?
but then it was you, and you were the best thing that had ever happened to credence, and he loved you so much and he just didn’t want you to get hurt.
he knew what it felt like to be hurt and you didn’t deserve to be hurt.
not with your kind eyes and soft words and golden heart; you were an ethereal tragedy, just like him, but you deserved so much better.
you didn’t understand.
why was credence trying to make you suppress who you were when you had been there for him when he was raw and broken and pulled him into your arms without a second’s hesitation?
you didn’t know what to think or what to do or what to say, and aren’t we the most aggressive when we are helpless?
your walls had came up, your eyes growing hard as your knuckles turned a ghostly white, fingers trembling, breaths shallow.
you weren’t sure when you had started shouting, or when you had started crying, or when the throbbing pain in your heart had began because all your mind had registered was CHAOSCHAOSCHAOS and only one word had echoed through your mind.
(a/n ; rlly killing the mood here but DASI RUNRUNRUN NAN MEOMCHUL SUGA EOBSEO)
you were a coward, and you ran.
the cold winter air stung and made you feel numb from the tips of your fingers to the curve of your cheeks but you continued running through the streets of new york, legs burning and heart racing as you felt the pain beginning to ebb away into hollow emptiness.
CHRISTMAS AT HOGWARTS
“Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver post had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again. No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the draughty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.