omg where is the fic

a thing i’m thinking about today:

harry potter, aged 23, visiting teddy and andromeda for his normal weekly cup of tea and w/e, and andromeda is in the kitchen and teddy’s run upstairs to fetch harry the latest game he’s obsessed with, and harry notices a leatherbound photo album half-sticking out of the bookshelf in the living room that he’s never seen before, and sort of idly takes it down, and it’s full of photos of the malfoys

photos of narcissa: standing stiffly next to andromeda, the two of them not touching, looking very dubious, and teddy’s ruffled head in the bottom left corner of the picture as he tries uselessly to leap up and wave; sitting very still in a high-backed armchair looking quietly pleased and possessive with teddy six months old and asleep in the crook of her arm; frowning intensely as she pushes rune cards towards a blithely chattering 3 year old teddy.

but most of the photos are of draco. draco asleep on the sofa with teddy curled up and asleep on his chest – there are deep grey circles under draco’s eyes and he’s waxy pale with exhaustion even in sleep, and teddy can’t be more than a couple of months old. draco looking horrified and holding a squirming pudgy teddy at arms length as teddy gleefully spits up what looks like some of his first solids on draco’s crisp white shirt. draco reading a copy of the daily prophet with a 2001 date while teddy crawls up over his back and hangs off around draco’s neck and blows spitballs in his ear. draco and teddy posed solemnly in andromeda’s back garden, draco straddling a broom, teddy next to him and almost beside himself with excitement on the toy broom harry got him for his fourth birthday. draco and teddy playing exploding snap. draco walking in a park next to andromeda with a fast asleep four year old teddy scooped up easily in his arms, snoring on his shoulder. draco in dark jeans and a soft, worn thin looking t-shirt laughing up at the camera while teddy advances on him with hands covered in brightly coloured paint.

harry had no idea narcissa and andromeda were in touch, let alone draco. when he hears teddy thundering back downstairs, he quietly closes the book and replaces it in the cupboard. it doesn’t have to mean anything. he testified at both of the malfoys’ trials. he doesn’t care about them anymore. he’s not even angry.

only that monday at the ministry, when he’s heading for auror hq, draco malfoy wanders past in his buttoned up formal robes clasped tight around his neck, frowning and haughty as ever over a file, shooting harry a swift venomous look as is his habit, and harry’s heart suddenly kicks into high gear.

STRAP IN, YOU GUYS, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FOR SOME POST-THOR: RAGNAROK FIC AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE I’M GONNA SCREAM SOME MORE WHEN I FIND IT, BECAUSE THERE’S SOME AMAZING STUFF HERE ALREADY.

THOR: RAGNAROK FIC RECS:
home through shadows journeying by Etharei, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 3.5k
   Life on the ship is a lot like being in limbo.
I Want To Be More by ValkyrieShepard, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 4.4k
   When Loki comes to visit Thor after everything’s been done, a hug leads to something more intimate.
From The Ashes by IAmJustAlways (ThirtySeven), thor/loki & valkyrie & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 4.9k wip
   His people could now fit into a single hall in a space ship, and so many of them were children. Too many young faces would grow up without Asgard even as a memory. Of Asgard’s great, famed warriors there was only he and the Valkyrie left. How many healers with Asgard’s secrets resided in this hall, broken? How many of the mighty sorcerers? He had never cared much for books and things metaphorical, but in that moment Thor was ready to weep for all the knowledge lost in Asgard’s great Library.
gage by spookykingdomstarlight, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.8k
   “I don’t recognize the stars here,” Thor said after a pause so long Loki had thought he wouldn’t answer, would ignore him entirely. His voice seemed caught between rocks, spit out through sharp-edged pebbles that could only do what their nature told them to do.
followed you down by homovikings, thor/loki & asgardians, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k
   It’s Asgard but it isn’t.
Keep hoping, Keep fighting by will_thewisp, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.7k
   Because that’s what heroes do. Thor gives Loki that hug. Post-Ragnarok (so, SPOILERS).
put out the flames by finalizer, thor/loki & avengers, ragnarok spoilers, 7.2k
   Thor has his doubts, but he takes Loki back to Earth. Somehow, it gets easier from there.
Here and now by Chelidona (Hobbity), NSFW, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.9k
   Thor: Ragnarok spoilers! A missing scene for which I am sure there are already 100 fanfictions I will soon look for at the end of the movie, a scene that just begged to be expanded.
two by homovikings, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k
   They move as one.
better stop and rebuild all your ruins by ohliamylia, thor & loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k
   Thor and Loki regroup. Immediate post-movie tag.
might as well be strangers (but oh, i don’t want to) by EllaYuki, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k
   as they make their way to commandeer a ship out of sakaar, loki and thor have a conversation in an elevator. (loki’s point of view during the elevator scene.)
Bookie’s post-hug fic by thebookhunter, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 2.9k
   Thor has no intention to stop hugging. Fine by Loki. Like, really, *really* fine.

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The Bin, the creep, and the dryer

A/N: 3.1K of Sin Bin logistics, guys being dudes, and dudes being gross. I couldn’t stop laughing writing parts of this. It’s ridiculous. I’m sorry.


“Dex. Dex.”

Dex cracked an eye open. He’d been asleep on the green monstrosity, post-kegster. The light coming through the window was thin and gray, and he could hear Bitty in the kitchen, humming softly as he washed dishes. Ransom and Holster were not yet acting as cleanup crew, so they were presumably still asleep. Nursey was across the room, curled in an armchair. They’d rock-paper-scissored for the couch. The victor had surprised no one.

Standing over Dex was Chowder, his brows pinched and his hands fidgeting at his sides. “Dex,” he whispered fiercely.

“Huh?” Dex asked, tucking a yawn into his elbow.

“Dex, the dryer’s broken again.”

Dex sighed and sat up. He ran a hand over his face, wiping sleep away. “Sorry, Chow. It’s the best I can do.”

“It’s making… noises.”

“Yeah. It’ll work as long as you don’t put too much in it.”

“Dex, it sounds like it’s going to catch fire.”

“I know. We’re only $700 away from a new one. $400, probably, after last night.” After much debate, it had been the first kegster where they’d charged an entrance fee.

“This is the third day I’ve worn this pair of boxers.”

Yeah, they really needed that cash.

Dex blinked slowly, shook his head, breathed through his nose. “Ok. First, gross. Second, I – gross. Third, the washer still works. Hang up your laundry. I have a drying rack in my dorm. I don’t really need it, so I’ll bring it over.”

Chowder looked about to cry. “Thank you, Dex.” He grabbed the back of Dex’s head and rushed forward to kiss both his cheeks. By the time Dex could protest, he was already bounding up the stairs, hopefully to get his dirty laundry and fucking wash it. Dex personally hoped the others followed his example. There’d been a certain ambiance around the haus the past week.

Dex would bring over the drying rack, but a single drying rack could not handle the laundry of a haus full of hockey players. It would be a temporary solution, a bandaid over a bullet wound. He’d have to find a way to get the money soon.

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king-of-the-gay  asked:

I saw you do a fic rec and I wanted to know if you know of any good 8th year drarry fics or any drarry fics where Harry and Draco come back to hogwarts as professors

Anonymous said: Hiya! Do you know of any fics with Drarry teaching at hogwarts? Thank you!!

Anonymous said: So first of all, your recs are amazing and perfect omg 😍 and secondly, can you rec me your favorite fics where Harry is a DADA teacher (either with or without Draco being a potions professor).

HELLO, YES!!! Professor!Drarry is one of my favorite things ever!!! This list will cover all types of professing—all classes and some in which only one of them is a Professor :)

(Also for @king-of-the-gay, here are my 8th year drarry recs! I hope you enjoy both lists!)

Professor Drarry Recs

Professor Potter and his Magical Menagerie by dracogotgame (7.5K)- Harry Potter descends on Hogwarts with a horde of magical beasts. Professor Malfoy is not amused.
THIS FIC IS A HILARIOUS ADORABLE MASTERPIECE. It’s one of my favorites and Draco is so oblivious and he thinks he’s feared and hated but really he and Harry are the students’ favorite Professors and it’s just SO CUTE. (Potions Prof. Draco and Care of Magical Creatures Prof. Harry!)

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (115K)- Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.
I will never stop loving this fic. Contains petty pranks, one of those pranks going horribly wrong, Draco feeling guilty, a giant beetle named Stanley who is my favorite OC ever, Draco learning to be a fucking amazing Professor who cares, and hours of (Transfiguration) Professor Malfoy sitting by Flying Instructor Potter’s bedside. UTTERLY LOVELY.

The Re-education of Draco Malfoy by Veritas03 (31K)- In the aftermath of the war, it has been noted that many of the young witches and wizards who attended school during the second rise of Voldemort have received sub-standard educations. As a result, Hogwarts opens an adult education program in the summer to bring these students up to par in the workforce. Draco Malfoy, desperate to pass the NEWT for DADA, is among them. But his hopes are dashed when, on the first day of class, Draco discovers – to his horror – the new DADA professor has never even taught before – and is a student himself, still trying to pass Potions. And anyway – just how is Draco supposed to stay focused in class when Professor Potter is so totally hot?
I feel like the summary says it all for this fic. Being forced to go back to Hogwarts and Harry is Draco’s DADA Professor?! YES 100000000 TIMES

Newts by Astolat (14K)- “I’m twenty-eight!” Harry said. “I’ve been an Auror for ten years! You want me to go back to Hogwarts now?“
Pretty much the reverse of the above fic! Harry, on the cusp of becoming Head Auror, is forced to go back and get his NEWTS because of some ancient law. Potions Professor Draco does not make it easy for him ;). TRULY AMAZING!!

Homecoming by November Snowflake (27K)- Harry thinks spending two weeks as a guest lecturer at Hogwarts will offer the perfect chance to get away from his troubles. Then he meets his assigned faculty guide: Potions Master Draco Malfoy.
The kids are great in this fic and the development of Harry and Draco’s relationship is (of course!!) fabulous as well. I especially love it because both of them interact a lot with each other’s children AS THEIR PROFESSORS <333

Healing Touch by Digitallance & Arineat (19.5K)- After an accident forces Harry away from professional Quidditch and back to Hogwarts, he discovers the healing abilities of a certain former Slytherin.
Found this fic while searching for massage!drarry (hehehe) and was NOT DISAPPOINTED. Harry is the new flying instructor and Draco is the potions professor who is quite willing to help Professor Potter with his injury ;)

In Pieces by dysonrules (85K)- Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost.
THIS FIC THO! It is amazing and touching and it just took me apart and then put me back together again. It has all the angst you would expect to find considering Draco is a ghost but also I SWEAR THERE IS A HAPPY ENDING AND IT MAKES SENSE AND IS NOT PREDICTABLE OR CLICHE AND IDK HOW SHE EVER THOUGHT OF IT <3

More Than That by joosetta (11K)- This is a story about two 52 year old men who refuse to age gracefully.
Okay I love reading about middle-aged drarry, and they are at their best here. Harry is the new DADA Professor, Draco is horrified, and then their relationship develops slowly and it’s sweet and funny and everything heartwarming <3

Boom Clap (The Sound of my Heart) by @femmequixoticand @noeeon (39.5K)- Post-war Hogwarts has been energized by its new teaching fellows program. Where once bitter enmity divided the wizarding community, Malfoy and Potter chummily patrol hallways together whilst Granger and Zabini seek lost parts of the castle at McGonagall’s behest and Chang supervises Quidditch when not lecturing in Charms. It’s a veritable wizarding utopia and life is predictable for the first time in years. Which is, of course, when everything blows apart as the result of a drunken dare and Malfoy’s life is ruined beyond his capacity to repair it. Ever. In a million years.
Teaching fellows counts as professors, right? Right??? WELL I DON’T CARE because I love this fic and there is hallway patrol and EXPLOSIONS and pining!draco and I WANT YOU TO READ IT.

Transfigurations by Resonant (71K)- Five years after Voldemort’s defeat, Harry returns to England to help re-open Hogwarts.
First of all, Draco is the Muggle Studies Professor and BFFs with Hermione, and if that isn’t enough to draw you in (who are you?!), Hogwarts is newly reopening and there’s all kinds of daring, suspenseful adventure AND everything is exploding AND Harry is a pro at American magic, and you should really read it!!!!!

The Man in the Scarlet Cloak by @bixgirl1 (16.5K)- There’s usually a better time and place to participate in seduction than the Forbidden Forest. Unless, of course, it’s Mating Season. In which Draco is sneaky but not sneaky enough, Harry is confident but goes a bit mad, and the Trees are either incredibly romantic or just sort of perverts.
This fic has very little to do with actual teaching but DRACO IS A POTIONS FELLOW COLLECTING INGREDIENTS AND TALKING TO TREES AND HARRY IS AN AUROR COLLECTING FLOWERS AND WANKING IN THE FOREST IT’S NOT AS WEIRD AS IT SOUNDS (ONLY MAYBE IT IS) AND YOU MUST GO READ IT THIS MOMENT <3

‘Twixt the Sun and Sward by November Snowflake (30.5K)- A potions mishap has Harry and Draco meeting on entirely new—or is it old?—ground.
This is not your typical Professor fic, because it has de-aged!Harry living with Potions Professor Malfoy, who is forced to take care of him and who slowly realizes that Harry’s childhood was not quite how he had always imagined. VERY CUTE. Also note that it’s marked as an unfinished series, but when I read it, it felt very complete! :)

Love Actually by DracoWillHearAboutThis (17.5K)- “Harry,” she said quietly. “How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts now?”
Harry frowned, caught off-guard by the question.
“Six years, three months, and I guess about two weeks?,” he answered hesitantly.
“And how much of this time have you spent pining over our Charms professor?,” she continued, eyes flashing dangerously.
When even Minerva McGonagall wants to have a conversation about Harry’s love life, Harry realizes that it might be time to actually do something about this little crush of his. Since apparently, everyone knows, anyways.
“Everyone?!,” Harry repeated, his voice uncomfortably high-pitched in his panic.
“Everyone!”

Drarry / Love Actually crossover in which they are both Professors and yes you DID need this in your life.

Lessons in Humility by playout (86K)- After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (Spoiler Alert: Yes. Very much so.)
This fic is EIGHTY SIX THOUSAND WORDS OF FLUFF AND I LOVED EVERY SECOND (Potions Prof. Draco & DADA Prof. Harry)

anonymous asked:

tucker finding old photos of wash absolutely covered in flour and powdered sugar and such and he slams the album on the table questioning it and wash casually takes a sip of his coffee, while reading the newspaper, "my mom liked to bake with me" and nothing else. tucker then proceeds to ask tons of questions until "if i make you a pie will you STOP?" (its the best god dang pie tucker has ever had)

Agent ‘giveaway  just enough of my past to make people curious but nothing more’ Washington

Lavernius ‘fed up with your mysterious bullshit’ Tucker

P E R C I V A L  G R A V E S in GUILTY 

“I was getting fucking better!” Graves wipes his eye with the back of his hand furiously, refusing to let the tears fall. “I was never going to be fine, not after what happened, but I was getting closer to it and I hoped - I hoped that you’d see it too and that - a-after today - “ The tears roll down his cheeks without his permission and Graves draws in a few ragged breaths, trying to calm himself. “I was ready,” Graves says, voice breaking. “Ready to - to mend this. I don’t want to lose you, Newt.”

anonymous asked:

Omg, please do a fic where Harry's drunk and accidentally confesses to Draco while arguing. Love your writing❤❤😘

((omg you do?! thank you so much!!  And in honor of the topic of the prompt, alcohol was involved in my creative process :D))

“What do you mean Muggle alcohol is garbage?! We have so many options, you’ve got like 5. Total!” Seamus screamed with a bottle of Irish whiskey in his hands.

“What do you mean we have options?  You’re a wizard, too.  And if you do it right you don’t need that many options,” Theodore argued.

“You expect me to think Giggle Water is better than tequila?  No, I mean, it’s just noisy champagne?” Hermione said.

“Where did you get good limes this time of year?” Neville asked.

The noise and arguments over booze were overtaking the party.  The Eighth Year parties were the worst kept secret at Hogwarts, but since they technically were adults, most of the professors turned a blind eye as long as it stayed among the eighth-years.  

Ron’s voice grabbed Harry’s attention, “Blaise is about to do a Jägerbomb.”

“No, Seamus! Not that kind of bomb!” Dean shouted.

Harry shambled over to the crowd forming around Blaise, “Never thought I’d see one of them do something as Muggle as chugging a Jägerbomb.”

“One of them?” a voice drawled behind him.  

Harry realized he had spoken aloud.  Turning to see Draco standing behind him he tried his best not to eat his words, “Well, yeah.  You all look so, er, I don’t know.  Professional?  That isn’t the word I’m looking for.”

“You mean they always look like they have a stick up their arse,” Seamus slurred.

Draco glared daggers at Seamus.  As he opened his mouth to undoubtedly say something equally cutting to Harry, he was interrupted.

“One pass,” Harry said, raising an empty shot glass to Draco’s line of sight. “I’m in no state to be speaking.  I’m just asking for one pass.”  Without waiting for a response, Harry stumbled away.  

Harry made his way to Hermione and her bottle of tequila.  

“Not enough liquid courage to talk to him yet?” Hermione asked.  Thankfully, Blaise was still the center of attention because she’d lost her ability to keep her voice down.

“Fat lot of good it would do me.  I’m not trying to get hexed in the face,” Harry said.

“He’s been flirting with you all week,” Hermione pointed out.

“Telling me I’m not the flier I was two years ago, that my hair would look better if I’d let Hagrid brush it, and bloody weird questions like ‘why do you smell like trees?’ isn’t flirting,” Harry said, taking another shot.

“You’d think you never met him before.  Of course he’s flirting with you.  And may I point out, he’s been on your arse all night,” Hermione said.

“But not in the way you want, hey Harry?” Seamus shouted, already laughing at his own joke.

“WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU KEEP COMING FROM?” Harry asked.

“From behind usually,” Seamus said.  He was now howling with laughter.

Harry’s already drink-blushed face reddened, “What th- fuck. Nope.” He turned to escape the conversation but stepped right into Draco, sloshing tequila on the both of them.

Draco shoved Harry. “Is talking to me such a horrible concept that you’d rather spend the evening trying to insult, trample, and drown me?  Too drunk to fake being nice to me?  I don’t understand-”

Draco kept talking but Harry couldn’t focus on his words.  He was too busy staring at Draco’s lips.  Harry always thought they were thin, but when Draco didn’t have his signature sneer in place, his lips actually looked full and soft. They were a bit more pink than usual and he smelled of cinnamon.  Harry laughed.

“What the hell is so funny?” Draco demanded.

“Of course you found the Goldschläger,” Harry said.

Whatever Draco was read to say was lost when Seamus ran past Harry singing “Gold up in my teeth-” and bumped hard into him shoving Harry into Draco.

Draco was livid. “Are you kidding me?  I just wanted to have a good time, but I’m feeling so attacked-”

Harry raised his hand to Draco’s mouth.  He felt Draco gasp sharply as his fingers pressed against his lips, “Shh. Can you just stop?  You’re fucking gorgeous but you can’t stop being a poncy git.” Harry stepped closer and dropped his gaze to his fingers on Draco’s mouth. “Now I’m going to move my hand, but I don’t want to hear a thing from you.  Nod for me.”

Draco stood frozen, eyes wide and blushing thoroughly but after a tense second nodded.

“Fuck, mate, if Dean talked to me like that I’d already be on my knees,” Seamus said.  

Harry and Draco both looked over to him in shock. 

“Didn’t you just leave?” Harry asked.

“Can’t be wing man if I can’t show up when you need me,” Seamus raised the bottle to them before walking away.

“Don’t play with me like that.  If you lot must have a laugh at my expense,  I would appreciate it if you could limit it to times when I’m not around,” Draco said.  His words holding more venom than Harry expected.

“No one is laughing at you.  They’re laughing at me,” Harry said.

“And why would they be laughing at their precious Golden Boy?  Don’t lie to me, you’re not up to the challenge.“ 

“Well, I guess they think it’s funny that I fancy you even though I can’t talk to you,” Harry said.

From somewhere across the room, Seamus yelled, “You’re talking now, yeah.”

“See, not everything is about yo–oh Merlin, what the fuck.” Harry stopped talking, struck by his own words and Draco’s smile.

“Words getting ahead of your brain?” Draco asked.

Harry turned to leave, “I need another shot.”

I Know You’re So Pretty

Summary: Blind!Dan and Phil go out to a bar and Dan gets horny when he’s drunk.

TW: alchohol, violence (a girl slaps dan), food mention

Word Count: 3k

Genre: fluff and smut

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To Read List Updated

Life has kept me away from reading any fic over the last month-ish, and there have been SO many exciting fics published. I just did a massive update to my to read page, and I can’t wait to DIVE IN!!!

These are all the fics I added:

anonymous asked:

if you're looking for stuff to write, how about fluffy gramander? i need fluff in my life i've had a stressful day

The first time they kissed, the setting was the opposite of romantic.

It happens at MACUSA, one evening after hours. Percival wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, not as much as he ought to, considering he was walking and not sitting at his desk. But the files he were examining were important, and as he made his way to his meeting with the President he peered over them, squinting at the tiny scrawls over paper before he gave in and withdrew his reading glasses from his vest pocket.

So what if it made him look old? It’s not like he was trying to seduce anyone. Particularly not a certain magizoologist who had a tendency to run into trouble and double the amount of paperwork Graves already had to deal with.

These were the thoughts running through his mind when someone crashed into him. Graves barely had a second to make a sound of surprise before he went down, folders flying from his hands while whoever it was  tackled him to the ground before straddling his hips, effectively pinning Graves down. Graves growled, magic gathering at the tip of his fingers before a familiar voice murmured in his ear, “Don’t move. It’s on your back.”

He froze, staying still as Scamander raised up the hem of his vest before patting his back. Percival swallowed, acutely aware of each movement Newt made, of each place his warm hands were feeling him through the layers of his clothes. He had no idea what Scamander was searching for, and he truly hoped no one would find them like this - on top of each other, in the middle of a corridor at night.

“I can’t find it,” Newt said, frustrated. “Maybe it’s on your front - can you feel anything, Mr. Graves?”

And now that Newt asked, Graves indeed could feel something moving down his chest, small and cold like a snake, slithering towards the waistband of his pants. He squirmed, glared at Scamander who made no move to get up.

“Get off me,” he ordered. “I can feel it. What is it?”

“Nothing to worry about,” Newt said hastily, which only made Graves roll his eyes. When Newt said that, it was never good news.

The young man finally got off his back, allowing Graves to get up. He cleared his throat. The snake-like being, whatever it was, seemed to have stilled his course somewhere in the vicinity of his left hip.

“Would you care to take back whatever creature mistook me for its home?”

“Right,” Newt said, embarrassed. “Can you still feel it moving?”

“No,” Percival replied honestly. Scamander’s eyes widened, and then he was backing Graves up until he was pressed against the wall of the corridor, utterly confused.

“Scamander, what is the meaning of –”

“If you can’t feel it it means it’s starting to make itself a home in you,” Scamander said urgently. “Get rid of your clothes, quickly! I can catch it as long as it’s still visible!”

Percival complied, really, truly hoping now that someone wouldn’t walk in on them when Scamander was so close to him, and he was halfway down unbuttoning his own shirt. As soon as it was open Scamander’s hands were on his chest, and Graves jumped at how cold they felt against his skin.

Scamander turned him around and Graves let himself be manhandled, closing his eyes in mortification, hoping Newt wouldn’t notice how a blush was spreading all over the bridge of his nose and down his neck. It had been a long time since he’d felt someone’s else’s hands on him.

“Got it,” Scamander mumbled finally, and Graves felt him pull - he hissed, looking down as whatever creature was removed from his body. It looked like a writhing, sickeningly white worm, longer than what Graves had felt, and half of it was inside him. Graves didn’t comprehend how he could feel no pain, how he couldn’t have felt the worm enter his body.  Scamander was slowly twirling its tail around his finger before pulling. With each tug a little bit more of the creature left Graves’ body, until it was completely wrapped around Newt’s finger, its small, snake-like mouth opening and closing without a sound.

“That’s disgusting,” he pointed out while Newt quickly closed the little wound left by the creature before Graves had a chance to see the damage. He then took out a glass vial from his pants pocket, enlarged it, and dropped the worm in it before putting the lid back on.

“Yes,” Newt agreed. “Nasty little creatures, these ones.”

“Where do they come from?” Graves asked as he started getting dressed again.

“A little corner of Africa,” Newt said distractedly, eyes lingering on Graves’ chest. “I was experimenting on it in my office, but I forgot these little beasts could apparate if left unsupervised. Good thing I cast a tracking charm on it.”

“Indeed, Mr. Scamander.”

Scamander opened his mouth, then closed it, as if he’d decided to say something but refrained at the last minute. Graves gave him an interrogating look, and Scamander took a deep breath before saying, “I’ve just had my hands all over you, Mr. Graves. I think you can call me Newt.”

His cheeks were dusted with pink, and Graves blinked owlishly, watching as Scamander looked away, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “Are you hitting on me?”

Scamander blushed even harder, but he drew himself up - voice confident and strong as he replied, “Is it working?”

Graves knew he must look the picture of shock and disbelief right now, but he couldn’t comprehend what Newt just said. “I’m your superior, older than you, and smaller.”

“Technically, I’m also the Director of a department,” Newt retorted, shaking his head. “We’re on equal grounds. And I like the fact that you’re smaller.”

Newt took a step forward. Percival didn’t move, caught like a deer in the headlights, feeling his face heat up once more.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Percival,” Newt said quietly, soothingly. “It’s okay - I assure you, the feeling is quite reciprocated.”

“I thought you were with Miss Goldstein,” Percival said, mouth dry as Newt took another step forward, and another, until Graves was against the wall again, looking up at Newt and licking his lips. “Have I really been that unsubtle?”

“She’s my friend,” Newt replied, eyes twinkling, “And you did try, but I’m very good at reading body language, Mr. Graves. May I call you Percival?”

“Yes,” Percival said. His legs were threatening to give out, and Newt hadn’t done anything yet - but when you had your crush smooth talking to you after weeks of pining after them, well. Graves was only human. He’d just thought that it was hopeless with Newt.

“What was that …” His voice died down as Newt gently took his face between his hands, his breath hitching to a halt. He felt bewitched. Staring into Scamander’s eyes, he was quite ready to be kissed into insanity - appropriate conduct be damned. Newt only had to ask. Percival suddenly craved his mouth, his touch, his love, now that it seemed possible to have them.

“May I kiss you, Percival?” Newt asked, almost shy.

“Fuck yes,” Percival said, and then he grabbed Newt by his tie, and finally kissed him.


anonymous asked:

omg a bellarke fic where they take a 'business shower' (urban dictionary it; it's platonic af) and they think it's normal but everyone else is like wtf this isn't normal

business shower: an intimate shower taken between 2 persons solely for the purpose of saving time aka truly the most blarke like thing to exist

wc: 3.8k | rated m

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Despite everyone saying otherwise, Bellamy is actually a pretty good roommate.

Clarke moved in with him a few months ago and, according to all of their friends, it was going to end in disaster. She’s pretty sure Jasper even went as far as to say that they might kill each other which was a little insulting.

The thing is, she knows how her relationship with Bellamy looks to the average outsider. They fight and bicker and argue about everything. There’s nothing she can say or do without him getting on her case, and she knows that it’s probably the same for her too. They like arguing with each other. That’s just their thing. She doesn’t know why it’s so hard for their friends to understand that.

But fights aside, Bellamy is a good roommate.

He always takes out the trash on time and is considerate enough to pick up a carton of her soy milk whenever he realises she’s running low and he actually likes doing the dishes which almost made Clarke weep with joy when she first found out. Sure, they’re not perfect by any means- he has a bad habit of leaving the toilet seat up and she never remembers to clear her hair out of the shower drain- but he’s still one of the best people she’s ever lived with.

And then school starts back in the fall.

She knows that Bellamy is a high school history teacher, but it was never really one of those things that ever came up between them. When she moved in, it was July, meaning school was out and he was on break. Clarke keeps an eight to four job at the free clinic in the city so she got used to not seeing him in the morning. She would leave coffee in the pot for whenever he finally rolled out of bed, and he would already start prepping for dinner by the time she stumbled back in and collapsed on the couch.

They have a system. She’s gotten used to their pattern.

So when she wakes up on Monday, she stops dead at the sight of him puttering around the kitchen, still soft and sleep hazey in his pyjamas, his glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose.

“Morning,” he says when he finally notices her standing in the doorway.

It jerks her out of her stupor and she grunts in return. He already has the Keurig up and running so she settles on grabbing a few snacks for work. She chucks a granola bar and an apple in the oversized tote she loves so much for breakfast and she’s deciding whether she’ll head to the cafe down the street for lunch or drag herself down to the cafeteria for shitty hospital food when Bellamy throws one of the sandwiches he made at her.

It almost hits her square in the face and she fumbles to catch it.

“That’s lunch,” he says, ignoring her huff. He finally glances up at her. “You’re welcome, princess.”

Clarke pulls a wry face and shoves it in her bag too, feeling a bit warm inside. “Thanks.”

He just winks at her and rests his own foil wrapped sandwich next to his messenger bag. The warm feeling quickly dissipates when she sees him heading to the bathroom and she glances at the clock.

“Hey!” she calls out, scrambling after him. She manages to wedge her knee between the doorway before he could lock it shut and Bellamy lifts an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I need to shower,” she says, shouldering past him and slipping inside.

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Neverland (8/?)

Summary: The Fakes hate Gemini. They’re a vicious, cut-throat crew who go against everything the FAHC stand for. But when a bigger, badder threat comes along, Michael and Ryan are forced to team up with Gavin - Gemini’s mastermind thief - to take down a common enemy.

The two of them are determined not to get too close - but living together in a small safe house, it’s hard to hide all the ways that you’re broken.

all major content warnings at the start of part 1

c/w for this chapter: Gore/graphic violence (not inflicted on a main character), descriptions of abuse.

Part 1  Part 7  AO3

xiii. guilty conscience

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anonymous asked:

Richie always talking big game about his dick and one day Eddie gets fed up and is like okay asshole let's see how great it is and before Richie knows what's happening he's got a lapful of Eddie just fucking himself on Richie's cock and Richie is just so turned on by his surprisingly aggressive little spaghetti and can barely handle it all he can do is lie back and moan helplessly while Eddie gleefully rides that Richie dick like a champ

OMG YASSSSSS HOLY SHIT. BUT FOR REAL THOUGH WHERE’S YOUR FIC?? I NEED IT. 

chasing clouds

pairing: jimin x jungkook | drabble | words: 1.7 k

The serene waves of the lake rippled under the breeze of the wind. It was enough that the trees remained leafless and bare, but not quite enough to make him shiver. The scent of imminent downpour lingered in the air, as the world seemed draped in a gray filter, the thick clouds casting their shadow over the barren scenery.

It was a landscape that evoked emptiness and loneliness.

However, he was anything but. 

“Jungkook, follow me.” 

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