or a storm in a teacup

Storms and Visitors {Sirius Black x Reader} *SMUT*

Blessing your feeds with some SMUT SMUT SMURT SMUT. This was so worth it to write. Next one will be Remus ;)

Regulus invites you at his house to stay for the night until the storm stops but Sirius has other plans.


Enjoy! @allertonn


When the hard rain and the thunder rumbled into a magnificent chaos in the night sky, Disappparating was simply not an option. It was a huge mistake to leave the house especially for (Y/n). She had not yet learned how to Disapparate properly and even worse, she was stuck in Diagon Alley. Everyone had ran for cover as soon as the rain poured heavily and (Y/n) quickly stayed at Madam Malkin’s when she heard someone call her name.

“(Y/n)?” Regulus said, walking towards her with a smile. “How nice to see you here.”

“Regulus!” She exclaimed, clearly surprised as well to find her housemate in the shop. She came up to him with a long embrace before pulling back. “The weather’s crazy, isn’t it? A storm right in the middle of summer.”

“Yeah, it’s quite strange,” he agreed. “How are you?”

“Fine as usual. What’re you buying, by the way?” (Y/n) asked, peeking curiously at the coat he carried in his arm.

“Oh, I didn’t buy anything. This is my brother’s,” he said, showing the black coat with several holes. “He came to visit today since our parents aren’t home. I’m just getting it fixed for him.”

“That’s so sweet of you!” (Y/n) smiled, making Regulus blush.

“I guess so. We may hate each other but we’re still brothers,” he chuckled, rubbing his neck, a habit both Black brothers had when they wanted to ask something nervously. “Hey, listen, do you know how to get back home by yourself?”

“I’m still figuring it out. The rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping,” (Y/n) replied, looking up at the ceiling where she can hear the hard pitter patters of the rain.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my house for the night. It’s quite late and I know you live very far but my house is near by. We can take some Floo powder instead so we won’t have to get wet.”

“Are you sure, Regulus? I-I don’t want to be a bother or anything…”

“It’s fine! I’m sure my brother won’t mind,” he reassured, “but if you don’t want, that’s fine too. I completely understand if you don’t want to come with me–”

“Regulus,” she comforted, “Thank you.”

She held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder as he lines up in front of the counter with a smile on his face.

Green flames erupted from the ashes of the fireplace in Grimmauld Place and out came (Y/n) first, shortly followed by Regulus. The dining room was dark and empty except their house elf who was carrying a silver tray.

“Welcome home, Master Regulus,” he greeted, “Kreacher sees his master brought company. How nice.”

“Oh, Kreacher, this is (Y/n). She’s staying her until the storm stops,” Regulus said, shaking off his coat and hanging it on the chair before taking a seat.

“Would the young miss like some tea?” Kreacher offered, showing her his silver tray full of teacups and teabags. “The bloodtraitor hates anything Kreacher gives. Kreacher thinks he should not eat anymore. Filthy bloodtraitor–”

“Just chamomile for me, thank you,” (Y/n) said, not wanting to hear what else he has to say about Sirius who just came down from the stairs.

“Regulus, is that you?” He called from behind the door before entering the dining room, his eyes immediately setting on (Y/n).

“Didn’t know your girlfriend will be here,” Sirius smirked as he leaned against the door frame. He was incoming his seventh year already and (Y/n) felt her heart race.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Sirius. She’s my…friend,” Regulus said the last part softly.

“I’m (Y/n). I’m just staying here for the night. I promise I won’t try to be a bother–”

“Hey, no worries. I don’t mind a little company,” Sirius said, “Regulus, why don’t you show her to our guest room? I’m sure she’s exhausted.”

(Y/n) have known about Sirius and the troubles he would cause back in Hogwarts but she had never expected him to be very welcoming especially to someone who was a Slytherin like his whole family. She imagined he would be more cold and maybe even worse but she was happy to know that he was polite and kind.

The two brothers led her to their guest room which had a large, four poster bed with a chandelier hanging on top. It was nice and clean and obviously, painted in gray and green. Regulus walked in to make sure it was comfortable enough for her when he heard the thunder rumble outside.

“The rain’s not stopping but I hope you’ll be able to get some rest. I’m assuming you’ve had dinner already?”

“Yeah,” (Y/n) answered before walking towards him. “Thank you for letting me stay. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be soaking wet in Diagon Alley.”

“You’re welcome,” he whispered shyly, feeling his cheeks redden once more. “If you need anything, I’ll be down the hall.”

“Thank you. Good night, Regulus.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

The door creaked softly as the brother entered the room. He kept his footsteps light while his eyes watched (Y/n)’s chest rise up and down, her hand holding tight onto the pillow as she dreamed. Her neck was completely exposed but as he approached her closer, he saw that she was only dressed in her lace underwear.

Sirius felt himself harden at the sight, not being able to contain the temptation any longer. He crawled slowly and gently on top of her. He trailed his lips from her collarbone up to her throat until he reached her chin. She really looked delectable.  She moaned at the feeling, the sound driving him insane as he kissed her neck.


He pulled away at the mention of his name, checking if she was awake. Her eyelids slowly opened as he watched her carefully but she did not seem surprised. She smiled and slipped her fingers through his thick, dark locks.

“Why’d you stop, darlin’?”

Sirius immediately dove in to taste her lips. He kissed her rapaciously, his tongue begging for entrance, needing to feel the sensation of her tongue playing with his. She allowed him to slip inside while grinding against the tent that had formed in his trousers. It made him moan and even want her more. Throwing his shirt aside, he licked his lip and stripped her off her undergarments before proceeding to remove his pants. His cock was already aching from the tight confines of his jeans and the dark spot on his boxers was enough evidence to show her how much he wanted her. He licked her neck up and down before he bit her earlobe softly, his hand trailing down to her breasts. He pinched her nipple between his fingers and as she let out a moan, he began to massage her.

“ ‘Been wanting this now, haven’t you?” He teased, sucking onto the spot right below her ear. He lowered his hand further, his palm feeling every inch of her skin as he guided his fingers to her entrance where he felt her already soaking wet.

He teased her lips by rubbing his finger up and down and barely slipping in the tip of his finger. The combination of his kisses on her neck and his teasing made her almost control. Her hips bucked at his hand, making him chuckle.

“Please, Sirius. N-Need you…”

“Hm, maybe not yet, love.” He said, pulling back his fingers and putting them into his mouth while she watched him. As much as he wanted to tease her, he himself also wanted to taste her more and so he stretched her legs wide open. Seeing her dripping for him made him growl hungrily. He kissed her inner thighs softly before dragging his tongue on her clit and slowly slipping into two of his fingers inside.

“Oh God…” She let out, holding onto his hair as an effort to get him closer. Sirius immediately got her message, moving his fingers in and out rapidly, making her clench tight. He alternated between moving his fingers inside and sticking his tongue in, both giving her the pleasure she so desired. As her climax neared, Sirius pulled out his fingers and concentrated on giving her release with his tongue.

Her hands gripped onto his hair, allowing him to moan into her and sending vibrations. He removed his boxers while keeping his mouth on her entrance and with a buck of her hips and a loud moan, she came on his tongue.

He lapped onto her juices both inside and out. He wanted to make sure he tasted every drop of her essence before he pulled away. She was breathing heavily as she watched him smirk and hover above her.

“How was it?”

“Good…good…” She breathed but Sirius was not yet finish.

He teased the head of his cock up and down her entrance, slicking her with her own juices, his precum, and his saliva. (Y/n) instinctively rose her hips to let him slide in but he held her hips to prevent her from moving.

“Tell me, love. Is this what you want?”

“Sirius, please…I want you.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, her arms around his neck. “I’m ready for you.”

He stopped teasing her for a while, his lips coming down onto hers. He kissed her lightly, in contrast to how he started earlier. He moved his lips against her in a sweet and delicate way as though she was fragile. She kissed him back lovingly before she felt him slightly push in his cock to her wet entrance. He pulled back and pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, eyes on each other. She nodded at him before he slid all the way into her tight core where she welcomed him. He bottomed out and started to move, stretching her for his thick length.

Gentle and slow was his pace as he whispered praises to her ear, reminding her how good she made him feel and how tight she was becoming. She was like a euphoric pill and his own, personal nirvana. The sounds she made as he continued to push in and out of her were angelic and flawless, though every once in a while, he would kiss her to keep her voice down so as to prevent her from waking up his brother.

“We don’t want any one to interrupt us now, do we?” He whispered, kissing her cheek.

Her climax was beginning to start once more as Sirius decided to speed up his thrusts. From slow and gentle, his pace became hard and fast. He was becoming erratic and rough since he was also starting to feel himself close. He kept his thrusts powerful, the head of his cock hitting her spot repeatedly.

“(Y/n), gonna cum! Gonna cum inside!”

“Come on, Sirius. I’m close too.”

The two moaned in chorus and with one last push, Sirius felt himself spill inside her. She came as soon as she felt the warm sensation flood her core, her juices mixing in with his. He kept himself inside her for a few minutes even as he softened, his face buried in her neck. He trailed kisses on her skin once more before he pulled out and laid back down beside her, the two panting heavily. After a few minutes of rest, they both fell asleep through the stormy night.

60+ Hate to Love fics:

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Devin’s Drarry Fic List #1

Then Comes A Mist and A Weeping Rain by faithwood -  It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

Storm in a Teacup by faithwood -  For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.

An Issue of Consequence by faithwood -  Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend.

Dangerous by faithwood -  Being trapped in a dungeon with Malfoy — who’s a werewolf, a former Death Eater, and a giant git — is definitely dangerous. Harry has no reason to be excited. None at all.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop -  It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze - On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened. That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

Azoth by zeitgeistic -  Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Hello, Goodbye (‘twas nice to know you) by tamerofdarkstars -  Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that’s crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake.

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill - Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound -  Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Who Shagged Harry Potter? by faithwood -  One beautiful sunny Sunday the Slytherins wake up after a raunchy night only to discover a very naked Harry Potter sleeping in their dormitory. Naturally, they ask themselves a logical question: Who the hell shagged him?

All Life Is Yours To Miss by Saras_Girl -  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.

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout -  Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”

Little Talks by femmequixotic, noe -  Draco’s been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he’s sure it’s just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

At Your Service by faithwood -  Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Draco Malfoy, It’s Your Lucky Day by faithwood -  Even though he’s unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.

Hungry by birdsofshore -  The first thing Harry knew about it was when he woke up lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with his arm firmly stuck to the scrawny, milk-white arm of Draco bloody Malfoy.

House Proud by astolat -  His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

Chaos Theory by tessacrowley -  Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy’s life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn’t.

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster -  Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

AO3 Mature Drarry Fic List

here we go again ~ My Explicit List

(again excluding locked fics and series)

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Impossible by saraste (100)

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Height-Difference by saraste (100)

The Perfect Green by AddictedToRavens (656)

Emergency, Indeed by stargazerlilith (1k)

Something I Don’t Want to Stop by traintracks (16k)

Reigning Champ by LadySlytherin (14k) (100/10 would read again)

The Limits of Kindness by twistedmiracle (501)

Headlights in the Snow by Saras_Girl (72k)

A Fair Chance by moonshoespotterr (6k)

Payback by BlackandGrey (2k)

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Oookay that’s it for now sorry it took so long to actually finish this

Stay tuned for the next rating (Teen) which will probably be shorter ngl

✧・゚yoonkook fic recs・゚✧

Hello! This is part 1 of my yoonkook fic recs (cause trust me I have much much more) Anyway, just a heads up, you may see some of these *** things; those indicate my personal favorites. Also if you have any questions or just want to spazz about sugakookie my inbox is always open! I use twitter a LOT more than I do tumblr so here: ciara’s twitter So now that that’s taken care of let’s get started!

I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby***

The soulmate/soulbond au where Yoongi is part of a famous rap duo and Jungkook is his diligent fanboy, they meet at a fansign and things escalate from there

(alt. Yoongi didn’t sign up for this)


Fool me Once

Yoongi is thirty years old and alone. He’s got a watered-down version of his dream job (working for a small-town paper writing fluff pieces and ghostwriting the advice column), an older sister who won’t stop trying to set him up with every girl she knows, and today is his parents’ fortieth anniversary.

Maybe if he was happier he wouldn’t have pretended to be someone else’s blind date in the middle of the train station.

The Garden Of Eden***

the truth of it all is that yoongi is inexplicably lonely.


“you say that now,” namjoon, a son of athena, states. “but in the future, you never know what might change.”

“trust me, if i am felled, it won’t be because of love,” yoongi tells him stiffly.

first impressions***

“you’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you” AU

Those candles aren’t the only ones getting fired up

Written from these two prompts:

“i own a candle store and some cute weirdo comes in every day to smell the candles but they have never actually bought any and they literally run away when i ask if they need help” au

“i love smelling candles in this candle store but this cute employee keeps walking up to me and asking me if i need help and i always get super embarrassed and run away” au

soft melodies and even softer touches*


I see the way you look at me, hyung.

Yoongi’s world stands still, and in that moment, he wants nothing more than to wring Jimin’s neck. It’s Jeongguk, it has to be Jeongguk, who else would it be? Yoongi knows many dancers–unfortunately Jimin’s one of them–but there’s only one that he’s on close terms with, and whose number he doesn’t have.

Jeongguk. It’s Jeongguk. It’s fucking Jeongguk.

(OR: Jeongguk’s a contemporary dancer, and Yoongi is his academy’s pianist).

Beauty and The Beast ***

Jungkook didn’t completely understand what was going on, and he wasn’t sure if he believed in the whole true love thing, but he did know one thing. Yoongi was the single most lonely broken thing he had ever seen in his entire life and something deep inside of his bones screamed at him to fix it. So, He was going to fix it. Or perhaps die trying.

 (my notes: i’m gonna go die this is so magical)

trust yourself to me

jungkook isn’t one for clubs and yoongi hates his job.

Can we pretend a little longer?***

 Written from a request prompt:

“we’re only engaged to get our parents off our backs and you’re in love with somebody else so feel free to hook up with them idc i’m not jealous (yes i am)” x SugaKookie

baby (don’t be so elusive)***

 no one said finding yoongi was going to be easy. (soulmate au)


your love is such a sugar rush (and i can never get enough)

 A List of Things Jeon Jungkook Expects Min Yoongi to Do to Him After Jungkook Accidentally Calls Him Short:

1.) Take back the green apple sour tapes he gave to Jungkook.

2.) Punch him square in the jaw.

3.) Spit a diss rap he made on the spot at Jungkook’s face.

4.) Glare at him until he withers and dies, leaving his life horribly unaccomplished. (Out of the four options, this is the one Jungkook preferred the most.)

the feeling of you*

 within one moment and the next, jungkook takes his finger in his mouth, slowly, lips hollowed around yoongi’s thumb.


Loving You (It’s All I Know)***

 Jeongguk is a sunflower and Yoongi is his sun. It takes a long time for him to understand what that means.

Alternatively, Yoongi saves Jeongguk from a playground bully and the rest is history.

Color Swept me off my Feet *

In which Namjoon is an asshole friend who disses Yoongi’s style and Yoongi reluctantly drags himself to get a haircut. Also in which Jeongguk is the hairdresser on whom Yoongi develops a mortifying teenage crush and it all goes to hell from there, with a lot of help from well-meaning friends. (Or: Yoongi changes his hair color a gazillion times.)

Color Psychology

 Hoseok tries to improve Yoongi’s non-existent love life by setting him up on a blind date with his co-worker. Yoongi’s flashy dye-job wasn’t part of the equation, though.

One Song Glory**

 When Yoongi gets a drunken call from Jimin’s friend Jeongguk in the middle of the night, he’s ready to blow him off and go back to sleep. He never expected to end up doling out life advice and driving the kid home across half of Seoul.

the rest is fiction***

 his mom says that his partner may have the same dilemma as him, not knowing what to write in the notebook they share. yoongi wonders if his soulmate is even alive at this point.

Behind Every Corner Is A Stolen Kiss***

 Jeon Jungkook is a 5th year Gryffindor with a secret but secrets grow heavy on the heart and stolen kisses are, oh, so sweet and so is a certain Slytherin.


(my notes: I love harry potter aus omg)

donut know what I’d do without you**

When Jeongguk follows the familiar route to the shop, he realizes that, despite feeling absolutely mortified with every interaction, Jeongguk almost wants to see if Blondie is there. The coffee and donuts are good, sure, but a part of him wants to find out what Blondie plans on saying next despite Jeongguk always being the butt of the joke.

He starts to wonder if he has masochistic tendencies.

(or AU where Yoongi works at a Krispy Kreme and Jeongguk is a regular. Jeongguk may or may not be smitten).

Teacup Pup*

Yoongi didn’t expect to be starting a family with his boyfriend so soon.

ride out to the storm with you***

 babysitting a field operative who probably has the shittiest measure of danger is definitely not a part of yoongi’s job description. but that’s what he still ends up doing half the time, anyway.

baby, it’s cold outside***

 yoongi was pretty sure that this was the moment he knew he was in love. (part 1 of christmas special)

(my notes: XIAJIN I LOVE YOU)

your eyes are like starlight now*

 jungkook falls in love with baking after he falls in love with singing.

(part 2 of christmas special)

그 손을 내밀어줘, Save Me***

 That’s when Min Yoongi, self-declared ‘simple man’, turned the corner onto his street, mid-yawn, his breath escaping with a small squeak he’d never admit he made, when he collided into another body, and his ‘simple man’ life was thrown into chaos.

In which Jungkook is angry, nearly a high school drop out, and alone, and Yoongi is an adult who is struggling, and somehow, they find someone to save them in each other.

(part 1 of you shine so bright)

The Best of Me, 나 너밖에 없지***

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the performance, two weeks since he and Jungkook had that silly little Romeo and Juliet talk. Silly and dumb, maybe, but the thought still made Yoongi smile, even in his groggy, half-asleep state. Nothing had really changed, per say, nothing except for the kissing. God, the kissing… Jungkook kissed, for all his inexperience, like he was trying to make up for lost time.


Jungkook was still a little shit, Yoongi still indulged him. Days were long, nights were longer, and Yoongi loved Jungkook with more ardor than he’d ever thought possible. It was a pity he didn’t seem to be what Jungkook needed.

you’re under arrest (for stealing my heart)*

It should be illegal for Jungkook to be so good looking.

Stupid Cupid

Min Yoongi literally gets clotheslined by love and he is so, so pissed about it.

OR: That time Jeongguk made Yoongi cough up flowers.

Sneeze once; I hate you. Sneeze twice; We’re Doomed.*

Jeon Jeongguk used to imagine himself being brave and confident in front of his soulmate. It wasn’t until he realised that his soulmate is a gorgeous (and serious-looking) man dressed in all-black that he started to doubt the whole soulmate thing altogether.


Soulmate AU in which you sneeze at the same time as your soulmate. No exceptions. You have a flu? Your soulmate sneezes it all out with you. Your nose itches? Your soulmate finds out through experience.

do it like me***

min yoongi the cop… gets feelings for local housekeeper aka neighbor who’s cute af

(or: a darker heart to heart au/spin off.)

(not finished but oohhhhh my god xiajin kill me)

coffee and a date **

when jungkook hears his boss, seokjin, say: “we’re going to have a new promotion!” his body locks the fuck up. like, legitimately - he stiffens, eyes widening in horror.

sun child***

so jungkook lives like this. curiosity may take him from time to time, but it always disappears with something new to do. he doesn’t mind his existence in the tower, nor does he question why he’s always left inside there, nor does he wish to leave.

there’s maybe, only like, one time he wants to leave. jungkook never asks, because he knows his mother will say no; yet still he keeps it in mind, records the dates for that day to come, and paints where his mother won’t see.

other than that, jungkook is fine. he is.

(tangled au i’m literally dying i love tangled so much and this is beautiful i’ve reread it like 5 times thank you so much xiajin (as you can tell xiajin’s writing is amazing read all of her fics you won’t regret it))

siren song***

the thing about jungkook is that he’s a bit of a spacey witch.

forget yesterday***

there is a scar on his cheek. he covers it up with makeup. one day he’ll be able to look at himself without wanting to erase himself completely.

(my notes: I love this one a lot pls read it)

twenty first century boy*

he thinks it’s a problem. it should be a problem. yoongi wonders what he’s doing and - and he doesn’t know how to make himself stop. doesn’t know if he even wants to.

How to Omega

“Can’t we just change it?” Jimin asked. They were huddled around their manager’s laptop looking at Jungkook’s public profile. Underneath his birth date was his wolf status, Alpha, in glowing red.

“Then the company will end up looking like a liar,” their manager moaned piteously.

(Or, the one where Jungkook wasn’t as alpha as everyone expected him to be.)

color in your cheeks (the feeling flows both ways)**

yoongi and jungkook get put together in a hotel room for the next tour.

just the two of them

find some new friends

“kid, you threw up on my shoes. i think we’re past the formalities. you can just call me hyung.”

“…i’m pretty sure i’m older.”

“…your armband is for teens under eighteen. i’m over eighteen. i’m the hyung.”

“…you’re really over eighteen?”

“born in ninety-three, punk. let me guess. ninety-nine?”


All My Loving

The said customer practically stomps his way to them and slams 23,000 won on the counter. He huffs and rips his mask off his face and says in the lowest and most serious voice Jungkook had ever heard in his life;

“I’m looking for a flower that passive-aggressively says ‘shut the fuck up’.”


Min Yoongi just really hates the color red.

Doing Justly

Edmund x Servant!reader

I recently re watched Merlin and completely fell into the hole that is merthur, that’s not really relevant but i just wanted you guys to know. Anyway while watching I originally had this idea for gwaine but I could also really see Edmund pulling this off, so i decided to write it obviously. Enjoy.

Its kind of more king arthur and guinevere now because he’s a king and all that but oh well


The first time it happened, well the first time Peter witnessed it was after an emergency council meeting. Calormen had declared war after the fiasco that was what had come to be called the susan incident. Peter still questioned why he thought it was a good idea to send Susan and Edmund together.

He had been walking with Edmund to the great hall discussing war plans, he was so caught up in his thoughts and plans that it took him a minute to realise Edmund wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. His younger brother was watching a maid no older than he. She was carrying a basket of laundry. As she neared the two locked eyes and Peter felt that he was imposing on something.

As the girl got closer Edmund reached out and placed a hand on the side of her waist, silently waiting for permission. The girl stepped closer to him and Edmund slipped his hand around her waist. He spun her around.

“(Y/N)” He said looking into her eyes.

“Sire” (Y/N) curtsied before stepping out of the kings hold, turning around and continuing on her path.  And just like that the moment was over.

By this point both kings had grown into strong young men in their early twenties. England was the last thing in theirs minds. Occasionally the rulers of narnia would remember a carriage that moved without horses or a lantern on a stick not unlike the on at laterns waste. But they had all forgotten the land where they had been born and so had completely succumbed to the way of narnia and royalty. Which is why neither even considered the fact that Edmund might be able to have a serious relationship with the girl. Peter caught Edmunds eye and smirked at his younger brother.

“What?” Edmund grumbled “It’s nothing. She’s just a servant girl” and with that he turned and and continued in his way to the dining hall.

Over the months this occurrence happened more and more. Sometimes people were around to see, other times they were not. But everyone knew about the flirtationship between the just king and the servant girl. What no one knew was how far it was going for you both. You hadn’t moved beyond what Peter had witnessed in the hallway but feelings for the other were growing for both of you.

Your skin would tingle when Edmund slipped his arm around your waist. Edmund would hold on just a little bit longer and you would both stare at the other for just a little bit more. Neither of you said anything about these feelings to the other.

“I can’t” you often told the other servants “he’s the king”

But this harmony that you had both come to love was soon over with the arrival of Lady Danielle. A noble woman from the western isles. She wore trendy dresses, sparkly jewellery, and her hair was always immaculately done. Officially she had come to make a peace treaty between her kingdom and Narnia, unofficially she was here to raise her status and marry the just king.

Though it wasn’t official, you didn’t miss how Edmund began to pass you by in the hallways. How his eyes would slide right over you as if you’re just a servant not someone he had been flirting with for months now. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that Lady Danielle and King Edmund were spending an awful lot of time together. Going on rides down to the river to have a picnic, walks in the garden, even just sitting down in one of the bay windows the castle had to talk for what seemed like hours. Doing everything that you and he could never do.

Nana, the head chef, seemed to find great joy in your sorrow or so you had decided. She would always ask you to take the King and Lady Danielle their lunch, claiming that the rest of the kitchen staff were busy though you were sure you could see at least three that seemed to be counting vegetables. You had learnt better than to question Nana, you had learnt the hard way years ago that behind her wrinkly eyes and kind smile lay a stone heart. Nana didn’t might giving you a few whacks on your behind to show you just how hard her wooden spoon really is.

So every day you would head down to the kitchens when she called and pick up the picnic basket of whatever food they were getting and make the long walk to wherever they were. Today they had taken residency in the library. The hallways of the castle went all to quickly and then the aisles of shelves seemed to take far too long. But all too soon you were standing in front of the, and dropping into a quick curtsy. Edmund motioned for you to set the food out without even glancing in your direction.

Sighing, you set about to doing what was told of you. The two continued to talk as if you weren’t there, flirting, laughing. You didn’t notice how hard you were squeezing the tea-cup until it shattered in your hand. The shards of china sliced open you hand as they fell to the floor.

“Ah” Lady Danielle squealed standing up from her chair “you got blood on my dress”

You checked and sure enough a single drop of blood had landed on the hem of her dress. Pressing the palm of your opposite hand against the cut, you curtsied and kneeled down to pick up the pieces.

“No stop that” Edmund ordered. You froze where your were before looking up at him through your eyelashes.


Edmund grabbed your arm roughly and began dragging you out of the library.

“You’re going to get blood on the floor”

You had never seen Edmund so angry, His was contort to show a fury that you had only seen on the high king once before. But his grip on your wrist was light, barely there at all. You couldn’t stop the tingles going up your spine. This was the first contact you’d had with Edmund in weeks and while its wasn’t the usual hand sliding around your waist you would take it because this might be the last time it ever happened.

Edmund stormed out of the library and you expected him to drop your arm and head back to his beloved Lady Danielle. Instead the king keep marching you through the corridors of Cair Paravel. People stopped to stare, the two of you hadn’t been seen together in a while and the new nobles were scandalized that a king would even noticed a serving girl. Of course there was also the drops of blood that you were leaving in your wake, that might have had something to do with it.

Edmund pulled you inside the castle sick ward.

“She cut her hand on a teacup when she was serving me lunch” he told the on duty nurse. His voice was softer than expected. Almost worried.

The whole time you were getting your hand treated, he was sitting in the corner. Never once taking his eyes off of you.

“Thank you for bringing me sire”  you muttered before turning to leave the room.

“I was so worried” You heard him say “this whole month, I was worried you didn’t feel the same way I felt for you. I was worried you were going to meet a handsome stable boy. But today when I saw all the blood on your hands I couldn’t breathe”

Slowly you turned around.

“I started flirting with Lady Danielle to get a reaction out of you. I wanted to be sure but you were so calm that I thought that you didn’t feel the same. So I tried to move on but you were still there. Delivering my lunch, in my dreams”

You hadn’t noticed that he had been stepping closer to you (and maybe you to him) until your toes were touching.

“I love you (Y/N) and I hope you love me too”

Years later the just king would say that that moment, the one where you were silent and he was sure you were going to reject him, as the worst moment in his life.

But you didn’t reject him, instead you reached up wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed him square on the mouth. Edmund hands slid around your waist just as he used to do in the hallway. Neither of you were thinking about the consequences of this, both to caught in the this to actually care.

Many years after the disappearance of the 4 Pevensie siblings and after you had been left to rule Narnia on your own, the nurse would still tell the tale of the just king and how she witnessed the beginning of the greatest love in history.

(Some would argue that the people who had witnessed what had come to be known as doing justly were the first but the nurse always said that didn’t count)

Jealousy - Tommy Shelby

- Hey would you write something in the lines of you being close friends with John but dating Tommy and Tom being jealous cause he thinks his brother never got over a silly crush he had over you? Maybe some fight that ends up in make up sex?

- You’re back! I would love to read about Tommy trying to win his lady back after spending the day being ignored by her after a fight (and just being sweet cause he can’t handle her being distant) lots of fluff!!!!

For the sake of their argument making sense, assume they got married pre-1922 ;)

“And then, and then he just goes down like a sack of spuds! Off his fucking face he was!”

John and I dissolve into a fit of laughter, John grasping at my arm as he takes a sip of his drink and proceeds to snort it out his nose. It’s the kind of laughter that snowballs, gets out of control until your stomach aches and you have to calm down just so you can take a breath. And it’s the kind of laughter that happens a lot when John and I are together. It’s also the kind of laughter that Tommy always feels the need to put a stop to.

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meesaboo  asked:

hey can you recommend some good bottom Draco/top Harry fics pls. also any other really good fics for drarry. I've turned into a monster 😁

welcome to the drarry monster gang!!!!! HAHAHAHA let’s see. there’s a lot of good bottom!draco fics so no worries about that! i’ll give a best few from the different genres i read and hopefully it’ll be enough for you to enjoy!! i’ve recently rec some smut/fluff so i’ll not repeat that! 


Dear Father Christmas, The Boy Done Wrong Again - !!!

Worth It (Non Magical AU)

A Week Worth Of Forever - FAVS FAVS FAVS!!

You Were A Miracle, I Was Just Holding Your Space - it’s so precious, beyond words

Desperation - urgh feels

Between Dreams & Miracles

Don’t Stop Before It Begins

The Sum Of Your Scars - this is very beautifully written with a sad ending

And I Know The Spark - quite a dark fic but love it so much


The Silent Word Within You - gosh i loved it!! so much feels!!


A Certain Kind Of Memory - very extremely have feels, kinda a sad ending

(The Piece) I Was Missing All Along

Paint Me Better Off - loved it


Packing The Flat - so much feels

Potential Gravity - hot!!

My Own Worst Enemy - died & cried so bad reading


Synthetic Bonds (Non Magical AU) - 101% MY FAVOURITE FIC OF ALL TIMES

That Missing Something - absolutely love it

Three Boxes And A Scrapbook - love it so much too

The Ties That Bind Us - hot

Mental - one of my many favs

It’s Not A Love Potion (oot explicit bonding) - super worth a read

Two Heads Are Better Than One - !!!


Of Apathetic Twinges - love this so much

Made With Our Love (Implied) - MUST READ

The Silent Word Within You - gosh i loved it!! so much feels!!

My End And My Beginning


8th Year/Hogwarts Era

Magical Love - i absolutely adore this

Draco Malfoy It’s Your Lucky Day

Obsession - kinky af

Dormiscere - so much feels!!!

The Haunting

Sealed With A Kiss

At Your Service - very amusing

Matinee - !!!

Why Insulting The Boyfriend Is A Bad Idea

Starts With A Spin - !!!!!!!

Something I Don’t Want To Stop


I’ll Show You More - epic, must read!!

How Potter Turned Malfoy Gay - THIS IS SOOOO GOOD

The LipLock Jinx

Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Water From A Stone - worth the read !!!

How To Fall Out Of Love

Talk To Me - sweeeeet

The Charm Conundrum - unique plot

Who Shagged Harry Potter

The Potter-Malfoy Problem - you’re missing out big time if you don’t read this fic

Corruptela Vox - this is so hot you don’t read you’ll die with regrets

Storm In A Teacup

Harry’s POV

Appallingly Wrong & Irreparably Broken - bloody fantastic fic!!!


A Choice Of Wings

The Price Of Freedom


You Look So Fine - absolutely in love with it

You And I, Nothing Can Come Between

My End And My Beginning - superb read

To Expect The Unexpected

Once A Fool

The Weight Of Eternity


I, Ferret


Annotations - Harry/Draco or Both being jealous

Gryffindor Seduction 101 (Draco)

Flirt Free Zone (Harry)

Malfoys Don’t Get Jealous (Draco)

Jealous Git (Harry) - !!!

One Harry Potter Please (Draco)

Why Nott (Harry) - funny

Green Eyes (Harry) - !!

Envy (Harry) - this is literally a hot mess

To Expect The Unexpected (Harry)


Freaky Lynx - !!

The Kneazle Who Came For Christmas

The Wolf Pack - super cuteeee

Kitty Kitty

Draco The Wonder Ferret

As The CatBoy Purrs

The Frog Prince - hilarious


Annotations - Harry/Draco or Both being virgins

A Week Worth Of Forever - FAVS FAVS FAVS!!

Freaky Lynx (Draco) - !!

You Were A Miracle, I Was Just Holding Your Space (Both) - it’s so precious, beyond words

To Touch A Unicorn (Draco)

Starts With A Spin (Both) - !!!!!!!

Merlin Save You (Draco)


disneykidtommo1  asked:

um i love your blog but i was wondering if you had any good fanfic suggestions that possibly took place during 8th year and might have some fluff in it. thank youuuu !??

heyyy sorry for late reply; for eighth year fics check out my rec list here

But I’ve made a rec specifically for 8th year fluff, hope it help!!

  • Feelings  Upon returning for their ‘eighth’ year, Draco notices Harry doesn’t look well. He also notices that Harry’s best friends are too busy exploring their new relationship to see something is wrong, so he decides to take it upon himself to fix things.
  • Love is a many Tentacled Beast  Draco has a stalker, or is it a secret admirer? What does Potter have to do with it?
  • Two wands make a Right   Harry’s wand is playing up and Hermione thinks she knows the answer, but why does she have to be right all the time, why does Draco Malfoy have to be so god damn difficult and why is he wearing his tie backwards?
  • The Deal  Harry doesn’t want to end up with Ginny, she knows that and understands but no one else knows that Harry’s little secret is that he’s gay and completely besotted with Draco Malfoy. Harry knows it’s unlikely but thats where the deal comes in.
  • Amelioration   Harry’s return to school after Voldemort’s demise was pleasantly peaceful, until the holiday decorating contest.
  • This is a Test  Draco can be anxious and prattish, while Harry finds it hard to give up saving the world. It might involve stupidly creative use of a time-turner on Harry’s part that could threaten to overturn recent history and put even the defeat of Voldemort in jeopardy 
  • Incurably In Denial Heroes Affliction  Harry had been under the insane illusion that once he’d defeated Voldemort all would be well. It was, at least, until Hermione and Ginny got it in their heads that Harry was suffering from W.A.T.E. Wizarding Affects of Traumatic Experiences Syndrome.
  • The Potter Malfoy Problem  The room of requirement’s gone mad — at least, that’s what Harry thinks. There’s no way that Draco Malfoy ‘requires’ him, of all people, but why does it keep dragging Harry there like he’s some kind of furniture, every time Malfoy enters it? Throw in Pansy the pervert and a clipboard-wielding Hermione, and things can only go from bad to worse. And that’s not even mentioning the pirates …
  • Storm in a Teacup   For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.
Peterick Theory #7: Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet

As I’ve said before, this is going to be less of a theory and more of an explanation, as a lot of people seemed to be confused as to what this song’s definition is, and it isn’t really based upon Peterick.
Most areas of confusion are based upon the first and second verse, so I’ll give out my own interpretation of it the best I can. This one will be a little longer, so brace yourself.

“Mr. Sandman’s showing his beam,
When he walks into the room the walls lean into listen.”

Now as we all know, in the entirety of Folie à Deux (especially as mentioned in the music video for America’s Suitehearts, and song 20 Dollar Nosebleed) Pete is known as Mr. Sandman whereas Patrick is known as Mr. Benzedrine. (for an explanation as to what Patrick’s identification as Mr. Benzedrine means, I suggest you refer back to our theory for 20 Dollar Nose Bleed)

It is believed Pete’s role as “Mr. Sandman” is a reference to the very widely known song Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes.

“Mr. Sandman,
give me a dream,
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen”,

And referencing back toward old Fall Out Boy lyrics, this seems to fall into place, such as the line “If you are the dreamer, and we are the dream”, from Hum Hallelujah.

As to what “showing his beam” means, the likely assumption is that this line is referring to Pete’s (let’s call them what they are) dick pics.
In the time that photos of Pete’s dick were publicized for all eyeliner emos to see, Patrick talked about how it annoyed him how interviewers were discussing the photos rather than asking them about what mattered- the music. Pete possibly causing all this to resort to the line-

“Mr. Sandman’s showing his beam, when he walks into the room the walls lean into listen”.

And then,
“Surfed out brain waves flick back and forth,
Like old headlights sniffing model glue again”

Now what I take this as is, much like old headlights that flicker, he can’t keep his attention or creativity grounded onto one thing, and as a resort come this realization, he is “sniffing glue”. And for those who don’t know, is a way to get high.
Like he was trying to revive such creativity that was “flicking back and forth”.

Now, the second verse.

“Tempest in a teacup,
Get unique,
Peroxide princess, shine like shark teeth.”

Now, peroxide is used to whiten teeth, and teacups are known to be feminine and delicate, whereas storms (or tempests) and shark teeth and are known to be vicious… Dangerous.
It is easy to perceive him describing a two-faced person, one that acts innocent and is likely beautiful, and judging off the chorus describing adultery, this even furthers that.

The chorus is evidently describing the way he is cheating with a woman, referring back to her husband, and her wedding ring (or the absence of it), as if he were claiming to know more about her and her ideas toward her husband more than her husband himself.

Then, the bridge,

“But I will never end up like him, behind my back, I already am, keep a calendar this way you will always know”,

Now this line is also in the song What a Catch, Donnie (to hear about the significance of this line in What a Catch, I recommend you refer to theory #1, because it has a completely different definition there), but in the song Headfirst Slide it is one of the most depressing, and prideful, well thought out lines of all.

It is saying he’ll never end up like his mistress’s husband, cheated on… Lied to. But behind his back, he is already cheated on… Lied to, just like the husband mentioned.

Anyway, I hope this let people have a better idea of this song, because it is undoubtedly one of my favorite on the album Folie à Deux, and when interpreted is deeper than one might’ve thought.

I’ll be back with more theories soon.


Even the Gods Feared Her: Part one?

Inspired by the beautiful @illustraice and her Sun/Moon Spirit Au! I loved it so much that I had to write about it!! Now keep in mind that things will be different from her au sooo… don’t hate me.

They were old. Older than the gods that the humans had known… older than the earth itself. They had watched as the world was created and they watched as every single human soul was born and died. They loved humans, they truly did… Loved them enough to give them the bright sun during the day and the cool moon in the night, enough to protect them from the dangers of wondering spirits and monsters.

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Seven storms

1. A perfect storm in a teacup, rotating counterclockwise and making a faint howling noise. These storms are served up at polite gatherings of small gods. They are not actually palatable to consume, but the tradition is to drink it down without grimacing, little finger extended, and to gently blot the flotsam from your lip with a cloak of absolute power.
2. A storm passing through a library in the night, silently, leaving all the words piled up in great drifts in the corner books. The words creep back like caterpillars in the early hours, the final few making the dash just before opening time; there being only faint ink-scuffs on the upper shelves to show for all the kerfuffle.
3. Then there are storms that are riots in the land of the dead, with scores of ghosts running amok, manic, overlapping, full of fury at their constraints. There is little to show for these storms in the world of the living apart from a circulating shiver, a shudder out of stringed instruments and a sudden creaking of signposts. Soon enough they run out of anger and subside.
4. Those storms that are marked by the madness of cats. Sometimes these storms are perceptible to other species, and sometimes they are not. And sometimes their impact can be alleviated by running half-way up the curtains with claws out, and sometimes not. Cats, ever experimentalists, test each instance individually. I hear that they will publish their findings soon.
5. A perpetual storm, hemmed in in a valley in the mountains above a small cottage. The owners of the storm like to think of it as a pet. It is fed via the advertising of the cottage as a pleasant weekend retreat for the extremely grumpy. Needless to say, the taps are the wrong way round, the toilet door does not lock properly, and there is an unexplainable buzz which makes it hard to get to sleep. On days when meteorological conditions are unfavourable for storm maintenance, the owners also hire local students to hold a small but noisy party in tents on the hillside.
6. The slow circulation of traffic on ring roads; this having been studied for some time by things that live under the ground as a kind of weather phenomenon. The current leading theory is that it is caused by the heat generated by large agglomerations of mammals, and thus tends to subside in the cooler conditions of nighttime.
7. Those storms that are caused by the riding-past of certain dignitaries of faerie, and leave in their wake unseasonal rose petals and gold dust and tiny frogs. It is considered good etiquette to travel with a memory fixer to implant a passing wedding or suchlike in the minds of accidental observers. This is how it has entered the popular culture that a rain of frogs is an auspicious sign for a marriage.

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend any happy/amusing Drarry fics? I am soooo sick at reading angst and i really just want to be happy

oh no :( everyone deserves to be happy!!! 

read these fics!! they’re happy, cute, smut and kinky and hopefully will put a smile to your face!!! (some might have some slight angst in between but overall i classify them as making me smile)

Obsession - kinky af

Texting With Draco

The Kneazle Who Came For Christmas

A Priceless Gift - freaking epic plot twist

Letter To Santa

Slightly Wrong Destination

Harry Potter And The Strange Case Of The Snuggling

A Friend In Need - cuteeeee

Stuck In The Middle (With You)

Like A Muggle Needs Electricity

The LipLock Jinx - classic

Malfoy & Santa Clause Don’t Mix Well

Someone Just Like You - not exactly fluff but very unique

Hold Me Tight And Don’t Let Me Go


Mr. Oblivious

Ringing The Changes (Snape’s POV) - very uniquely & beautifully written

Winners Never Quit

Wedding Bells And Innuendo

The Wolf Pack - super cuteeee

What’s This Fanfiction, Draco?

Kitty Kitty

Made With Our Love - MUST READ

Draco The Wonder Ferret

As The CatBoy Purrs

Ten Things Harry Potter Noticed In The Morning

How To Fall Out Of Love - very cute

Confection (A Little BDSM)

A Late Night

The Courting Of Draco Malfoy

In The Company Of A Rubber Duck - freaking hilarious


What I Thought

Thank You, Draco - freaking cute

Sealed With A Kiss

Starts With A Spin - !!!!!!!

Duel & Duality

It’s Not A Love Potion - super worth a read

At Your Service - very amusing

Why Insulting The Boyfriend Is A Bad Idea

Freaky Lynx - !!

Harry Potter’s Kissing Booth



I’ll Show You More - very kinky

Storm In A Teacup - couldn’t stop giggling

How Potter Turned Malfoy Gay - it’s perfect

The Ties That Bind Us - hot

Envy - passionate hate sex

Compliments To The Chef - different but super enjoyable read


99 Problems But A Snitch Ain’t One - hate sex

A Spoonful Of Sugar

Sex On Fire

enjoy & cheer up xx

Will placed the teacup on the shelf with all the others. The collection they had silently started between market places and curio shops. 
He knew Hannibal would be on the balcony, maybe reading, maybe just watching life go by. He had never known the man so serene. Like the calm before the storm. They wouldn’t be here forever, just long enough to heal. 
Then perhaps they would find more dragons to slay.

Thievery II Rumbelle Oneshot

(( No, I have no idea where this idea came from. I had a weird dream and here it is. But hey it’s Dark Castle fluff so enjoy~! ))


“You make quite the little thief, dearie.”

Belle frowned, running her palm over the leather-bound tome as they arrived back in the great hall. She wondered if the golden cover was the doing of Midas or Rumpelstiltskin.

“I still don’t condone stealing.” Belle said. “I don’t understand why you couldn’t just deal for it.”

“Well I’m not going to very well deal for something that’s already mine.” Rumpelstiltskin said with one of his manic giggles.

“How do you mean it’s already yours?”

“Simple, dearie. It’s about The Dark Curse. Therefore…” He stepped forward, plucking it from her hands. “It’s mine.”

Belle rolled her eyes. Part of her wondered if it had been a test. Some sort of way for her to prove to him that she was loyal. Not that she would ever cross her master. She’d been the maid of The Dark One for months now. She knew better. Still, Rumpelstiltskin was odd about things having to do with The Dark Curse. His curse. And she supposed it wasn’t thievery so much as it was a trade. He’d given her a book to put in its place. Midas’s library was just as vast as theirs. She doubted anyone would know the book had been switched. Especially with all the gold covers. Honestly, how did anyone find anything in there?

Another part of her wondered if he saw how stir-crazy she was becoming in The Dark Castle and this was all a ploy to give her some relief. After all, the deal with Midas’s daughter couldn’t have been for much. He was already in possession of more gold than he could ever spend. She hadn’t even seen what he’d gotten in exchange for whatever deal they’d made.

“Well I hope you’re not making it a habit to bring me along with you to deals only to make me steal for you.” Belle said, moving to sit by the fire.

Rumpelstiltskin followed. “And what if I do, dearie?” He gave her a grin. “I could stop making deals altogether. Simply bring you along and we’ll rob the place blind!”

“Really? Robbing the place blind is your style?”

“I’m The Dark One! I’ll have any style I like. Besides, no one would suspect you. A poor, beautiful damsel in the company of the monster. Why they’d probably drop things at your feet out of pity.”

Belle giggled as he sat beside her on the settee. A book and tea tray had appeared on the table at their side, and she took the hint. He’d never admit that he enjoyed her reading to him, but then again she supposed he’d never admit to a great many things. He’d grumble when she came in to dust his tower workroom, or complain she was being too nosy on the days she asked him about his collection while he spun, but he was lonely. He needed someone. And she quite liked his company. He was layered, and she found peeling his layers back fascinating. She turned to pour them each a cup of tea, using the chipped cup he favored.

“You’re not a monster.” Belle chided gently, and she didn’t miss the way he swallowed or how her heart stuttered in her chest. He was so close that their thighs were touching, and she loved how comfortable he’d gotten around her. When she gave him his cup their fingers brushed, lingering for perhaps too long. “Besides, what else could you need, Rumple?”

Rumpelstiltskin cleared his throat, “Oh I don’t know. You never know what people could have squirreled away. Sometimes they might not even know. Besides, it would all depend on how good we make you. Perhaps we’ll get you so skilled you could steal first borns out of cribs.”

She gasped in faux excitement. “Perhaps I’ll become so skilled I could steal from The Dark One himself!”

He only gave her a glare before she laughed, almost burning her tongue on her tea. He gave her a snort, leaning over her. It was a move of intimidation, she knew, but their noses were almost touching as he glared down at her. Her cheeks flared at the close proximity. Did he not realize what he was doing to her?

“And what, pray tell, would you want from The Dark One, dearie?”

The chipped cup once again tumbled to the floor. Belle wasn’t sure what had come over her. She was only thinking of how close he was and how his eyes were a storm of emotion. She’d been wondering for weeks how it’d feel to kiss him. And he was so close! She’d only needed to lean forward so slightly before their lips were brushing in a chaste kiss.

Rumpelstiltskin had gone still. Inhumanly still. Dread coiled in Belle’s gut, and she suddenly got the feeling that whatever fragile thing had been strung between them had snapped. Slowly, she willed her body to relax before beginning to pull away. Suddenly, his hands were on her arms, her own teacup dropping to the floor as he pulled her closer, his lips becoming bold. Knowing. Demanding. Belle melted into him. He tasted of tea and spice and he was so warm and rich. She felt a tingle in her belly as his lips moved against hers, showing her how to kiss properly. Just as suddenly as he’d pulled her to him, however, he was pulling away from her.

Belle blinked, her mind reeling from the quickness of it all. Her gaze fell to Rumpelstiltskin, who was looking at her as if she didn’t exist.

“What is it, dearie?” He asked, his voice low and accent thick. “What is it you want from The Dark One?”

Belle’s lips quirked in a smile. At that moment, she was fairly certain she could ask for anything. He’d give it to her. All his boasting and here The Dark One, Rumpelstiltskin himself, undone by a simple kiss. Part of her found the power intoxicating. But the part of her that wanted to feel his lips against hers again won out, and she pulled him to her in another kiss.

“His heart.”


“Keep that caffeinated nonsense away from me, vhenan.”

Solas is sick and Ellana nurses him back to health. Or attempts to.


AN: Honest to God, me and @the-queen-of-thedas were talking about Solas over this one post where he can’t control his magic that well/weak magic and then it escalated to magic spoofing around a dramatic ass Solas as he caught cold and him drinking magic tea. This is the result. Don’t take this too seriously. Just laugh at how foolish it is. :)

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Storm in a Teacup - Faith Wood (faithwood) - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Words: 7,954

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Humor, Romance, Fluff

For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.

Vivien Leigh filmography


The Village Squire

Gentlemen’s Agreement

Look Up and Laugh

Things Are Looking Up



Storm in a Teacup

Dark Journey

Fire Over England


Sidewalks of London

A Yank at Oxford


Gone with the Wind


Waterloo Bridge

21 Days


That Hamilton Woman


Caesar and Cleopatra


Anna Karenina


A Streetcar Named Desire


The Deep Blue Sea


The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone


Ship of Fools