or whatever the correct spelling is

I’d die for ^him^

It's the Season of Witchcraft so some things for baby witches ☆

• Witchcraft isn’t something you have to do all the time. Sure, magic is always with you if you allow it but you don’t constantly have to do spells or whatever because it’s your magic and your time.
• There’s no lifetime pact. If you want to give it up, it’s 100% okay, nobody should judge you over it.
• Not every book of shadows/grimoire/etc. looks fancy, so don’t feel intimidated
• Cultural appropriation my guys. It’s a thing.
• Anything can symbolize anything if that’s what you associate it with. Cultural differences in symbolism doesn’t mean one is more correct than the other. I mean like, I use super glue to “seal my intent”
• Not everything is an omen
• You don’t need to pray to a god you don’t believe in. You don’t have to be Wiccan or Pagan to be a witch. There are loving Christian/Jewish witches that exist if that’s what you are comfortable with.
• You don’t have to buy everything, especially not some expensive ass stones just to be seen as a real witch
• All you have to do in order to be a Real Witch is just to say that you’re a witch. That’s it. Bippidy boppidy boo ☆
• Some witches on Tumblr? Hella rad. Others? Can be a bit on the iffy side, so don’t feel compelled to follow every witch blog if you’re not comfortable with someone
• Read up on safety! What herbs are ingestible? What can I burn? What stones are safe to put in drinkable potions? Look it up before you hurt yourself, darlings.
• If you live with or around people who you think won’t tolerate magic and witchcraft, please be safe. Your safety is important above all else.
• Have fun with your magic and be comfortable with it, because at the end of the day that’s what it’s all about ♡

witches protecting non-binary people

Witches creating a sigil for their non-binary friends to use to bring about positive neutral pronouns

Witches taking non-binary people to the forest and splashing their faces with lake water and smudging dirt on their cheeks like war paint to charge them with all the femininity and masculinity of the elements

Witches charging non-binary friend’s clothes with all sorts of wonderful crystals to give confidence in wearing whatever they want

Witches turning non-binary people’s names into sigils to bring good vibes to everyone who uses their correct names

Witches joking around and asking their non-binary friends to help them out with spells to help channel masculine, feminine and nonbinary energy

Witches placing flowers in hair, beards, pockets, almost everywhere they can to enchant non-binary people as guardians of the forest

Witches cursing anyone who disrespects their non-binary siblings

Witches falling in love with non-binary people and knowing they are a Demi-Deity with a heart the size of Jupiter

Witches protecting non-binary people

Alcohol & Magic

We all enjoy our drinks from time to time but has anyone ever thought of the properties of each beverage? I haven’t until now and we’re gonna jump into it now. Also these are based off what I think they can be used for, feel free to correct me or put your input in or add any alcohol I missed!

  • 🍸 Vodka - A strong ass drink. Can be used for strong spells, curses, banishing, warding, and cleansing.
  • 🍷 Wine - Both red and white are made from fruit, more specifically berries. Use wine in offerings, love spells, and healing spells.
  • 🍺 Beer and Ale - Now, I find this boring because I like my drinks to have taste (and these drinks are usually brewed from wheat) but whatever. You can use beer and ale cleansing and grounding spells.
  • Tequila - Ah yes, the drink white girls get “lit” on. Tequila can be used in binding and grounding spells.
  • 🥃 Rum - A drink with spice and the drink of pirates. This drink can be used in summoning, binding, and love spells.
  • Whiskey - A cousin of rum, or that’s how I see them, only the classiest of people drink whiskey in their short glasses. Whiskey can be used in binding and self love spells.
  • 🥂 Mead - A wine usually made from honey. Mead can be used in offerings and love spells.
  • 🍶 Sake - This drink will ruin your night if you’re not careful because it is a strong ass drink. Use for curses, banishing, binding, and negative based spells.
  • Moonshine - Do. not. drink. too. much. of. this. Like vodka and Sake this drink is very strong so it is best used in spells that you want to be powerful. Basically you can use moonshine in any spell.
Spell to Make People Perceive You as the Correct Gender


You will need:
A locket
An index card
A writing utensil

Write all the qualities you want to be perceived as on an index card (ie: “masculine,” “androgynous,” “flat-chested,” etc). You can write your pronouns and name on the card as well. Fold the card up as tightly as possible and hold it up to your heart.
Visualize people talking to you and about you and using the correct pronouns, name, etc. As you visualize, chant:
“I am (your name).
"I am (your gender).
” I will be seen as (your gender).
“I am (qualities you wrote).
” I will be referred to as (your pronouns).
“My gender will be accepted, acknowledged, and respected.
"This is my will, so mote it be.” (Replace ending with whatever your tradition calls for.)
Put the folded up index card in the locket and wear it whenever you feel you need to.

M’boy James Potter.

This precious child did not start off the sun-soaked, dandelion that we all have come to know and love. I mean, yes, he was always precious, but just precious in a different way. It wasn’t exactly his fault, though that’s not an excuse. His parents were older and he grew up completely spoiled, he got whatever he wanted when he wanted it. There wasn’t a lack of love either, so this boy wasn’t want for anything. His mum taught him kindness and his father taught him bravery, but he was a young kid and so he picked the points he liked, the points that he thought made him brave and kind and strong and likable to other kids, and since he was a spoiled, rich, boy, he wasn’t correct all the time. He could be a bit over the top when it came to performing spells in front of the class, thinking that if he showed everyone how much better he was than they were, he would earn their respect, and so humility was not something he learned until later.

Though he did know how to be truly kind when it mattered most. He was kind to Remus when he was ill every month, he was kind to Sirius when the boy would come out of the bathroom with crumpled up parchment in his hand and red eyes, he was kind to Peter when he fell behind in his studies and needed someone to help him out. But they were his dorm mates, they were his friends, and no one but them saw him in any state of vulnerability.

He was a jock, and too smart for his own good, and he let that go to his head. Remus ignored it hoping it would go away and Sirius encouraged it, finding it entertaining, but it wasn’t until Lily called him out in front of the entire school and he had to deal with the repercussions of that that he realized that maybe the image he’d so carefully crafted for himself wasn’t exactly who he wasn’t to be seen as.

And so he took a step back and he stopped goading people into dueling him, and he stopped looking for fights where there needn’t be one. He let more people see his kindness, and he learned that being truly brave meant doing the right thing even when it was hard, even when it meant that a friend might be lost and an enemy saved. He noticed that being helpful in class got more smiles that being a showboat. He grew up and he learned the long and hard way that being a man wasn’t anything like he’d thought it was when he was a kid. You didn’t have to prove that you could over power others, or be the loudest voice in the room, or shout your affections at a girl as though they meant nothing.

He started speaking only when he had something to say, not just when he wanted to be heard. He started putting more effort into his school work, not because he didn’t already have the grades but because he actually wanted to learn. He started treating Lily like she was a person, and not an object to win over. He became the man who would stand between Voldemort and his family, wandless and sacrifice himself. It was a process, and it wasn’t easy, and he had his shortcomings, but once he saw them, he never stopped trying to better himself, to be the man that his father had been, to be the man that he wanted to be.

GOT7 Reaction // When you struggle with pronouncing their names.

Thank you omg I love you! I hope you enjoy this!


He thought his name was pretty simple but obviously not. He would find it adorable when you said something completely different than “mark”

Originally posted by tuanmarkers


Everytime you say his name wrong, he doesn’t speak to you until you notice that you said it wrong.. again. He breaks it down every time so you can say it easier.

Originally posted by wellhell0therenicetomeetyou


Jackson always acts sassy towards you everytime you say his name wrong. He literally has to pause whatever you guys are doing and walk you through how to say his name.

Originally posted by kpoposaurus


Savage Jinyoung mode activated. When you mispronounced his name, he would mimic the way you said it and would not stop teasing you. He would literally write an essay, with correct spelling and no mistakes, teaching you how to pronounce his name.

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp


Congratulations, you somehow managed to get Youngjae to release the cute laugh that he makes. He went by every syllable until you were able to correctly pronounce it.

Originally posted by softseong


He would nOT let you breathe. He constantly teases you whenever you mispronounce his real name haha. He doesn’t even try to teach you cause it’s so difficult.

Originally posted by bamethyst


He would probably keep it real simple. Slight teasing, but not on JINYOUNG level. You would get a few giggles out of him and he didn’t know how to teach you his name properly.

Originally posted by jacksonwangblog

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 30


I could have magicked the bleach out of my hair that same morning.  I could have left the room looking like nothing had happened instead of enduring constant stares all day.  Now that it’s been twenty-four hours, it would be child’s play to spell the bleach away.

           Except I don’t.

           Because Snow can’t stop staring at it.

           And some things are worth the embarrassment.

           Besides, I’m about to pay him back in full.

           I strike early, immediately after breakfast. Snow and his ducklings stand in the hall outside our first class.  Bunce sees me first as I stalk towards them.  “Morning, Malfoy,” she calls to me, “isn’t the Slytherin common room the other way?”

           They’re all looking at me, Snow, Bunce and Wellbelove. Good.  Let them watch.

           I whip my wand from my pocket as I reach them and cast before anyone can react.

           “Not a word.”

           Snow opens his mouth to say something… and his voice freezes before it can get out.

           He clutches his throat and his eyes widen, and then the storm breaks.

           “WHAT THE HELL PITCH!”  Bunce actually manages to slam me against a wall with one mighty shove, and her wand is already at my neck.

           “Get off me, Bunce.”

           “Basilton Grimm-Pitch, you give him back his voice right now or I swear.”

           “Relax, Bunce,” I hiss down at her, barely able to see her when she’s this close.  “It’s only temporary.  He’ll be back to babbling by tomorrow morning.”  It’s an unfair thing to say, because Snow never babbles.  Sometimes he has difficulty even articulating his spells.

           “And what about in the meantime?” she snarls at me. “How’s he supposed to defend himself against whatever horrors you have in store for him if he can’t do magic?”

           “What if I told you I don’t have any horrors in store for him?”

           “Still,” Wellbelove pipes up, “stealing a mage’s voice? That’s cold, Basilton.”  She says it like she’s discussing the weather or the homework or what she’d like to eat tonight.

           “Not to mention totally illegal,” Bunce chimes in, and I don’t know if she’s correct on that or not, but I’m not about to fact-check her, especially not with her right in my face.

           “He’ll still be able to retaliate,” I say with a shrug.  “He certainly didn’t need magic to pour bleach in my shampoo.”

           “Why haven’t you fixed that yet, by the way?” Wellbelove asks.

           I look Snow directly in the eye.  “The perks,” I smirk, and to my delight his face goes red.  Merlin, this is fun.

“Your move,” I tell him before turning on my heel.


           I don’t know what kind of charm Bunce has placed on Snow, but through some miracle he manages to get through all of our classes without being called on.  It’s a little bit unfair that he has someone interfering, but I decide not to make a big deal of it. After all, Wellbelove was right. The voice is the most important weapon to a mage, and now that I’ve taken his, he’s no better than a Normal. At least for the day, anyway.  And though the added humiliation of not being able to speak when spoken to would have been amusing for me to watch, I figure I’ve ruined his day enough already.

           Besides, there’s a storm on its way.  If everything goes according to plan.

           Football practice goes longer than usual, until the sky is almost dark, and I can see Snow starting to flag by the time it’s over. It seems like he’s been trying to compensate for his lack of a voice by playing harder, and while he was admittedly almost unstoppable on the field, the extra work has clearly taken its toll. He’s still in the showers when I gather my things and head back to the room.

           It’s another fifteen minutes before he clomps to the top of the stairs.  He’s back in his regular clothes and his hair is extra curly from the shower, and before the door has fully fallen closed he flops onto his bed face-first and just lays there, breathing hard.  I shake my head at him from my bed before returning to my tablet.

           Eventually I see him kick off his shoes out of the corner of my eye.  He hauls himself up slowly like he’s carrying a sack of bricks on his back and throws the window open, leaning out of it and into the cold night air, sucking it in like he could get drunk on it.

           When he abandons the window to take his nightclothes into the bathroom, I decide I’ve gone long enough without being an arse.

           I get up and shut the window, then sit back down on my bed.

           Snow looks at it a long time when he comes back out, no doubt trying to remember whether he closed it or not.  He opens it.

           I wait until he’s sat on his bed again to walk over and shut it.  It hasn’t even been open a full ten seconds.

           Snow stares at me with a dismayed expression as I return to my bed.  He holds my gaze when he opens it again.  This time I spell it shut from my bed just to rub it in.

           He stands in exasperation and starts wildly gesturing from me to the window and back again, his mouth opening and closing silently like he’s forgotten there’s no voice coming out.

           “What is it, Snow?  Use your words.”

           I regret it the second it’s out.  His hands fall to his sides and his mouth closes slowly. He looks so heartbroken and I hate myself.  I hate myself.

           So much, in fact, that I get up and leave, making my way down to the catacombs to feed and yell at the walls.

           When I come back much later, Snow is sound asleep.

           I take a long look at him, how his eyelids settle into place and make him appear so real.  Like if I touched his skin right now it would feel different somehow, more physical.

           I open the window before climbing into bed.

More Like The Emperor

Summary: Based on the prompt: “you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino” but with Roman emperors because Bellamy is nerd. Obviously.

Word count: 4,022

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Clarke knew she would regret volunteering to work the early shifts when she started working at Starbucks, but it aligned with her class schedule and she was hoping at least the free coffee would do something to wake her up in the morning.

She wasn’t five minutes into her first shift, barely past five-thirty am, so early even the sun couldn’t be bothered to show itself yet, before she knew for certain that her hopes were misplaced.

She did her best to tame the scowl on her face on the off chance they actually had customers before six. By seven, she could very nearly manage a smile when serving the pre-coffee grumps that dragged themselves through their doors. But before six, or really, if she was honest, six-thirty, people were lucky if she didn’t glare at them like she wanted to splash the hot coffee in their faces.

Her manager would probably be more bothered by this if most of the customers seemed to care much about the look on her face. She almost didn’t mind serving those people, the ones who were clearly just as amused at being up at such an absurd hour as she was and were just trying to get themselves a halfway decent cup of caffeine to get through their day.

That, she could handle.

What really, really made her want to poison someone’s cappuccino were morning people.

Part of her already hated him the moment he walks through the door; it was her third shift and she’d only seen two people that morning, verging on five-forty-five, the slight smirk seeming plastered on his face like he existed to charm every person on the planet.

He saunters up to the register and grins at her. She’s just awake enough to register the fact that his smile could literally end wars, (or start them, she thought, that would be more historically accurate) but it still did little to brighten her mood.

She takes his order and his voice in every way matches his overwhelmingly attractive exterior. He had it all, really; the dark, curly hair, the dark eyes, the endearingly freckled skin and muscles she was sure made other girls swoon.

Other girls, that is, who were not raging monsters before six am, face to face with a man who seemed determined to radiate sunshine. She finds herself just as annoyed by his good looks as she is by his good mood.

She manages to keep herself composed while taking his order, but catches herself only after making a snide comment about The Fault in Our Stars when he says his name is Augustus.

In her moment of horror that she’d just made fun of a customer’s name, sure he’s going to get upset and tell her manager and she’s going to lose her job before she’s even finished her third shift, he has the audacity to smirk.

“More like the emperor, Clarke,” he says with a pointed glance toward her name tag.

She almost would’ve preferred if he’d gotten her fired; that, at least, would’ve likely prevented her from seeing him again.

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Accustomed to her Face

Prompt: @cinema212 - Hey hey hey!!! So idk if you are accepting request right now but I just found out that Chris Pine sang with Barbra Streisand and it’s all I listen to anymore it’s amazing and wonderful and feed my soul. I was curious if maybe you were feeling up to it if you could possibly write something that included Jim kirk and the reader at a big fancy Starfleet event and he takes her on the dance floor and sings to her just quietly while they’re dancing and then that leads to fluffy fast forward to the next morning and she comes downstairs and he is cooking breakfast while humming a song from last night. Sorry this is super long I just love your writing and immediately thought of your blog with this request.
Word Count: 2535
Tags: (strikethroughs mean I couldn’t tag you) @dolamrothianlady, @supermoonpanda, @kirkaholic123, @shewhorunswithfandoms, @starmission @emmkolenn @sugarshai @outside-the-government @yourtropegirl @pinkamour1588 @aamaxraph99, @anyakinamidala @dirajunara @anotherotter @little-study-bug @rampant-salamander @goodnightwife @flirtswithdanger
Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, @cinema212! I hope it’s what you were hoping for! (this is the song referenced in the prompt, by the way)

You smoothed down the front of the stiff taffeta, fingers itchy with anxiety. You’d never worn anything so formal. The dress was gorgeous, an almost midnight blue, crisp with just a little shine, so that the light reflected off the subtle details - a gather at the waist, embroidery across the bust, tiny sequined stones throughout the skirt. It felt almost too much, but Uhura had insisted that she’d felt underdressed when she’d attended the ball last year. Your hair was piled in a strategically understated jumble of carefully pinned curls, a few loose tendrils sweeping your cheeks. And despite the fact that you worried your face might crack from the weight of the make-up on it, you glowed with a natural radiance that showed off the heightened pink in your cheeks from the nervousness you were feeling. You looked, by your estimation, like a better, more beautiful version of yourself. Like how you would imagine you looked if you were a storybook princess, free of blemishes.

There was a knock at your hotel door, startling you out of the trance you’d fallen into, staring at yourself. You flushed with embarrassment to be caught admiring your reflection, and then realized no one had really seen you doing it. You opened the door to see Jim standing there, looking more handsome than you’d ever seen him. Handsome enough that you felt just a little pinch of wistful desire for the man you considered one of your closest friends. What if? It was almost as though your heart was asking it with every accelerated beat. You took in the crisp pressed seams of his dress uniform, the shiny brass of his rank insignia on his chest. You hadn’t seen his hair so neat since he’d been awarded his captaincy so long ago.

“You look exquisite.” “You’ve never been handsomer.” You spoke at the same time and both cut short your compliments with a short laugh. Had he called you exquisite? The word brought a flush to your cheeks. You glanced up through your eyelashes at him and saw that the tips of his ears had pinkened from your compliment.

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Primer for beginner witches.

Spells are very much like recipes, you can try to follow it step by step, but since you aren’t familiar with the steps or ingredients it could leave a bad taste in your mouth. At this stage you know nothing/not enough about cooking to know if the recipe is in fact any good and you won’t be able to see the flaws. You don’t know how certain ingredients affect the outcome of whatever it is you’re trying to make and if by some miracle it comes out correct, the chances of you being able to repeat it are slim since you won’t know how you made it work.

In order to get past using other people’s recipes and really knowing how to “cook” you need to fully understand the function and correspondences of all the ingredients and tools in the craft. Understanding what you’re doing gives a better success rate, so studying and learning in-depth explanations might suck but it will pay out in the end. Just read loads of books. Learn as much as you can and take what you can from it.

The most important tool in Witchcraft is the mind. The stronger your mind is the more powerful your magic will be. You need to learn how to :

  • Stay focused for long periods of time.
  • Move from one state of consciousness to another.
  • Access parts of the subconscious and conscious that you would normally not be able to tap into.
  • Use your senses to their full capacity.
  • Manipulate energy.

In order to strengthen your mind you need to exercise it. There are tons of psychic exercises that you could practice daily to help with this, they teach you to use all your senses and even gain control over energy. The best way to strengthen the mind would still be proper meditation. Meditation is not just about clearing the mind it’s basically gym for the mind and is very difficult at first, but with anything the more you practice the better you’ll get.

There’s a big hype around the traditional tools used in witchcraft. Don’t get me wrong the tools are great but they are not absolutely necessary. Don’t go out and splurge on expensive tools, some of them might not even work for you and just gather dust in the back of your cupboard. Use what you have and if you like working with that tool then feel free to invest in a nicer, pricier version of that tool. But then again, if you put lots of time and effort into training the mind, you won’t even need tools.

What is important though are the key components to any spell; the herbs, stones, feathers, etc; needed for your spellwork. It all comes down to preference but since you’re a beginner I would recommend just experimenting with all of it (research it first!) until you find your favourites to work with.

Learn your correspondences, it makes it easier for you to start writing your own spells. For beginner studying I would recommend reading up on the following :

  • Astrological correspondences: moon phases, planetary hours, etc.
  • Elemental correspondences.
  • Herbal correspondences.
  • Animal correspondences.
  • Correspondences of the cardinal directions.
  • Correspondences of symbols.
  • Masculine and feminine correspondences.
  • Correspondences of your tools.

Keep charts of these handy when you start doing the practical side of magic. It makes spell planning a lot easier. After you have become familiar with all of most of these then it’s safe to wing it, but until then make these charts your best friend as they are the foundation of spellwork.

You might have a few slip ups to start off with, but don’t let that discourage you. There is a lot to learn and gaining the knowledge is part of the journey.

Any questions?

Originally posted by millenialwitch

Your One & Only

Request: “could you write something where reader has a crush on draco (and vice versa without her knowing) but they don’t really talk and they’re both in lupin’s class and it’s her turn with the boggart and it turns into draco like smiling at her and she gets super embarrassed/blushing like crazy? thanks!!”

Summary: Lupin’s class was a joke to most of the students, but you thought it was something else entirely. You thought it was interesting. So when it was finally your turn with the boggart, you were excited to see what would show up. Oh… you didn’t know it just yet, but it was definitely something interesting indeed…

Pairing: Draco x reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 2,578

Warnings: None 

A/N: Here we go again!!! (Btw, I thank you so much anon for allowing me to FINALLY use this gif, because I’ve been dying to use it for so long!!!)

Rays of red and orange sunlight beamed down on your skin, radiating heat throughout your entire body. You skipped your way down the steps to Hagrid’s cottage, a large clutter of students busying past on the way down. 

A thick book was held tightly in your arms, your head looking down at the ground as you tried to keep to yourself. Your efforts were to no avail as you felt someone bump your shoulder harshly, and groan emitting from your mouth. You looked up to see an almost apologetic look plastered onto the Slytherin Prince’s face, Draco Malfoy. You gulped, unsure of what to say, keeping eye contact with him as he stood frozen beneath your gaze. 

“Watch where you’re going, little girl!” He suddenly spat, the two boys beside him who were known as Crabbe and Goyle chuckling aimlessly. Draco’s voice had a bitterness to them, but his eyes held a sense of apology. 

You nodded wordlessly, turning to face where Hagrid was standing before all of the students in your Care of Magical Creatures class. Hagrid had begun to introduce himself, but you didn’t listen to a word he was saying, focusing on calming your nerves. 

Draco Malfoy was Lucius Malfoy’s son, the Slytherin Prince. He couldn’t possibly ever find an interest in you. You were a Ravenclaw after all, and Draco hated anyone who wasn’t apart of the Slytherin house. You two hardly talked, and yet, you still managed to harbor a crush on the platinum blonde. 

He didn’t know you liked him, and you hoped he would never find out, for that would be a huge, entire mess of embarrassment. 

Hagrid drew your attention back to the class when he began to lead you all through the woods, Draco and his little possy trailing not far up ahead of you. You kept your eyes away from him, looking around you and admiring the way the trees swayed with the small amount of wind that was applied to them. 

Your feet stomped against the ground, and you looked up to see Draco looking at you from out of the corner of his eye. He whispered something to Crabbe and Goyle that made them laugh loudly, but your eyes were brought somewhere else when you heard a sudden scream up ahead. 

Neville Longbottom flailed on the ground ahead of you all, the book in his hands practically begging to bite his face off. You widened your eyes and ran over to the poor boy, aiding him in rising from the ground. The crowd of students laughed at the boy, and you heard Draco send Longbottom a snarky remark. 

“Don’t be such a wimp, Longbottom!” He bit, walking past you two and sending you a glare in the process. 

You rolled your eyes, watching as everyone began to stroke the spines of their books in order to open them, you following suite with the action. 

Everyone began to gather before Hagrid, and you listened as Hermoine added her input over the books you all were supplied with.

“I think they’re funny.” She said before Draco decided to open his mouth again. 

“Oh yeah! Really funny! Pffts! This place has gone to the dogs! Wait until my father hears that Dumbledoor’s got this oath teaching classes!” He spat, unwelcoming laughter coming from the two boys beside him, which you could clearly tell gave Draco a sense of superiority as a smirk laced his lips. 

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry suddenly spat, slowly walking towards him. 

The three boys before him all ‘oohhed’ and Draco slowly made his way up to Harry, suddenly looking behind him with mimicked fear in his expression. He pointed up to the sky and began to stutter jokingly. 

“D-D-Dementor! Dementor!” He screamed, shocking everyone in the crowd as they looked back towards the sky. 

However, you kept your eyes trained on Draco, able to see right through him. He looked over at you for a split moment before turning back to his two friends and laughing at his immature nature. 

The three boys ahead of you brought the hoodies of their robes over their heads, pretending to be a Dementor and you groaned in disgust, Draco’s immaturity being highly unattractive. You turned away from them and towards Hagrid, who began to introduce Buckbeak, his graceful Hippogriff. 

He went on to explain how you should never insult a Hippogriff in any way, and that it could very well be the last time you do such a thing. The rest of the lesson included Harry unwillingly volunteering to feed and interact with the Hippogriff, and Hagrid forced him to catch a ride on the magical creature. When he finally arrived back, the cluster of students began to clap. 

In the corner of your ear, you could hear Malfoy groan. “Oh, give me a break!” He abruptly sat up from his seat, glaring at Harry. 

Before you could stop yourself, your mouth had opened and you spoke how you felt. “Oh, shut it, Malfoy! I think everyone’s had enough of your mouth for one day!” 

A few gasps were heard around you, and you looked over to Draco to see him glaring down at you. Icy chills ran down your back at the gaze. 

“Oh yeah? Is that right, Y/N?” He spat, walking over to you and shoving his nose in your face. 

Your cheeks began to heat up as you realized how close you were to him, his icy blue eyes glaring into yours. 

“Or do you secretly want more of it?” Draco whispered, making sure you were the only one who heard what he had said. 

Your mouth parted in shock, and you looked up at him with wide eyes, frozen in your spot. You didn’t know what to say, so you kept your mouth shut, taking a step back from him so that there was a bit of space between the two of you. 

“That’s what I thought.” Draco bit, turning towards were Buckbeak stood and suddenly storming towards the creature. 

“Yeah, you’re not dangerous at all, are you?” Draco bit, stopping completely in front of the Hippogriff. 

“Oh god, what a bloody idjit!” You whispered to yourself when you heard him break the only rule he needed to follow in order to care for the Hippogriff.

“You ugly brute!” He insulted Buckbeak, immediately causing the creature to react in a way you expected long ago, 

One minute Draco was standing in front of the Hippogriff, trying to block the hit it was about to send him, and the next, he was on the ground, moaning in pain. 

You slowly shook your head at the dense boy. 

This was going to be a very long day, wasn’t it. 

It was your last class of the day, and luckily you managed to have it with one of your favorite professor’s at Hogwart’s. His name was Lupin. His classes were generally extremely interesting, and it seemed that today would be no different as you and your classmates stood before a closet that continued to shake violently. 

Before the class had started, you had been standing in the corner, keeping to yourself very well. Or so you had thought. Your mind was no longer at ease when you saw Draco walk in with Crabbe and Goyle, Draco’s icy blue eyes sending a glare your way. Your heart skipped a beat, your mouth becoming dry at the bitter expression. 

He was now walking around with just one functioning arm, the arm Buckbeak had hit him with earlier today now broken. You had to admit, he looked quite adorable with the sling over his arm. 

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Lupin’s voice echoed from the corner of the room as everyone kept their eyes on the quivering closet before them. “Now, who would like to venture a guess as to what is in there?” 

“It’s a boggart.” One student answered. 

“Very correct. And what might a boggart look like?” 

Hermoine’s voice suddenly ripped through the crowd. “No one knows. Boggart’s are shapeshifter’s. They take the shape of whatever the particular person fears the most. That’s what makes them so-”

“So terrifying. Luckily, a very simple charm spell exists to repell a boggart. Let’s practice it now.” Lupin cut her off, walking to stand beside the closet. “After me… Ridikulus!” 

The class repeated after Lupin, and after the second repetition, you Draco open his mouth. 

“This class is ridiculous.” 

A sudden small cackle escaped your mouth, and Draco looked over to you in shock. He watched as you suddenly smiled at him, and he froze. You have never smiled at him before, and seeing it just now brought a foreign feeling to the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he looked back toward your professor, trying to get your gorgeous grin out of his head. 

“Now, the incantation is not what does the job the most. What really matters with a boggart is laughter. You need to force it to a shape you find truly amusing. Or rather comforting. Either one will do, just make sure to not mispronounce the spell.” 

It was a load of boggart’s and laughs later when it was finally your turn, and you slowly walked forward and readied your wand. 

“Alright, Y/N. Think of something you fear, and be ready to turn it into something more.” Lupin instructed you before you looked forward to see the previous boggart morph into something you did not expect. 

It was your mother, in the home you had lived in when you were a child. She was smiling at you with tears in her eyes, her hand on the doorknob, ready to abandon you for the millionth time in your life. Your eyes began to water, and you heard Lupin repeat his previous words to you. 

You nodded and swallowed the lump in your thoat, lifting your wand in the air and yelling out the spell you were assigned. 


You gasped at what now stood in front you. 

It was Draco. 

He had the kind of grin on his face that went from one end to his face to the other, and he looked genuinely happy. He was standing there, a certain twinkle in his eyes as he spoke something that made your cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

“I would never abandon you, love. You mean too much to me.”  

Your chest began to swell, your breathing becoming ragged. You heard the mocking laughs and gasps around you, but you couldn’t bare to listen to them, a few tears trickling from your eyes. 

Draco watched with wide eyes, taking step back in shock. He saw you look back at him, your tear stained cheeks flushed with embarrassment and you hands beginnign to shake. He frowned, feeling bad as he watched you run past him and out of the classroom, your lips quivering and a sob raking through your chest. 

You couldn’t believe this. You couldn’t believe that just happened. 

It was so humiliating. And now he knows. Now he knows what he means to you, what he always meant to you. And he found out in the worst way possible. 

It was almost as if your feet could fly as you zipped out of the classroom and out into the cold air of Hogwarts. You stopped before the courtyard, catching your breath and taking in what has just happened, a violent sob raking through your chest. 

You hadn’t know Draco had went after you as you dropped to the floor in a heap of tears, your soft cries breaking his heart and cracking it in two. What you didn’t know at the moment was that Draco felt something for you. He really did. He knew what it was, it was love, but that wasn’t the point. He just didn’t know how to express it. So everytime he saw you, he put his guard up - he shoved those feelings into the back of his mind. But seeing you now, so hurt and fragile, he knew he couldn’t just let you go like it you were nothing. He realized just how much he actually cared about you, and he realized just how much you cared for him

And that thought alone gave him the courage to walk out of the shadows, revealing himself to you. 

“Oh god.” You groaned when you spotted him through your blurry vision, jumping up from the ground and turning away from him to wipe the wetness from your eyes. 

You could still feel the sobs that were trapped in your chest, but you held them in as best you could. However, when you heard Draco’s soft voice speak to you, you broke down on the spot. 

“You don’t have to hide from me, Y/N. Please don’t be ashamed of what just happened. Personally, I’m quite flattered. I didn’t think a girl like you would ever find an interest in me, of all people.”

You scoffed through your tears, trying to wipe them away as best you could. “A girl like me?” 

You felt a cold hand squeeze your shoulder, and you turned around to be met with the soft blue eyes of Draco. He smiled gently at you, lifting his hand up to wipe away the tears that were still falling. You froze against his hand, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. However, Draco’s voice brought you back to him. 

“A girl with a future of her own. A girl who has immense talents and can accomplish anything she wishes. An intelligent mind with a beautiful smile and a voice that can entrance any person into her spell.” 

You stared up at Draco in utter awe, your mouth slightly agape. When he saw the color return to your cheeks in a flood of rosy red blush, his smile widened into the same one your boggart had showed you and your entire class. 

You couldn’t help but smile also, his grin becoming immensely contagious as he cupped your cheek and slowly began to bring your face closer to his. A choking gasp escaped your mouth when Draco finally connected his lips with yours, his thumb brushing lightly against the damp skin. 

The kiss was so soft, so gentle that you almost felt like he hadn’t kissed you. But he did, and when you kissed him back, he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss only slightly. His hand slowly made its way around your waist, and he caressed the exposed skin on your hip so softly. 

He held you as if you were broken glass, so close to breaking that he feared to let go. The feeling made your knees go weak, and you leaned into Draco in order to catch yourself before something embarrassing happened again.

You took a deep breath of fresh air as soon as Draco had pulled apart from you, placing his forehead against your and slowly letting you go, almost as if he didn’t want to. 

And he didn’t. He didn’t want to let you go, he didn’t want you to run away from him. He wanted to stay here with you, cradle you to his chest and reassure you of what you feared the most. He wanted to be your safe place, the one person you can go to whenever you were angry, sad, or even just utterly happy. 

He wanted to be your one and only. 

Fortunately for him, you wanted the same thing. 

Smoker - Request

Requested by @hannah-aureum: i just found the greatest picture of Tom felton (Draco) if you would ever write about hermione or the reader showing him muggle things to calm him down after the war 💞 (like cigarettes because he’s smoking in it lmao).

Hidden word courtesy of @lame-lozer: Fillet - A fleshy boneless piece of meat from near the loins or the ribs of an animal.

Pairing: Draco x reader/Hermione (I never mention her name so it can be both)

Word count: 1.814

Also, smoking!Draco and a very very very very discreet sexual innuendo.

A/N: I’m not sure I like this one, I feel like it’s too off character but you’ll be the judges. Also, I’m not good at being romantic.
Also, also, this was due for yesterday but I had trouble and it didn’t upload.


Originally posted by dramione-feltson-forever

The street was loud and crowded. The air smelled of fried food, dirt and smog, and the sky looked grey and the ambience was humid. The cars honked loudly, the traffic was chaotic and the few people on foot couldn’t help but to complain just as much.

“London could use a new government, look at this street! I’ve never seen anything dirtier!”

“I hate this weather! It isn’t raining, but it isn’t sunny either!”

“Don’t you hate cars? They are loud and look at how polluted everything is because of them!”

They would complain day and night, craving for a magical solution to their problems but refusing to believe in magic at all.

There was a blond man leaning against the wall of a coffee shop, chuckling at every word he heard. It was all a joke to him; those people had no idea what it was really like, and it seemed like they would never know it at all.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your blog and I'm really very new to the YOI fandom. I've only just finished watching it like two days ago and I've now thrown myself into the fandom. Goodbye friends, goodbye world, goodbye life. I have a new love in my life now! Ha. I just wanted to ask, so I don't make a fool of myself, why Yuuri is spelt with two u's. Is this to separate the two Yuri's or is this actually how it's spelt? I only had English dubs on the versions I watched so I may have missed something. Thanks!

Yuuri’s name in Japanese is 勇利.

勇利 → ゆうり
ゆ → Yu
う → u
り → ri

Same for the title of the show:
ユーリ!!! on ICE
ユ → Yu
ー → u (ー is the symbol for a double vowel)
リ → ri

So, romanized in English it would become Yuuri.

Some people use “Yuri” with the single u, because that’s how it is spelled in the promotional goods, and then instead use “Yurio” for Yuri Plisetsky.

Both are correct, it’s just your personal reference. Like Victor/Viktor. The former is the official spelling, while the latter is used by people who prefer his name being closer to the Russian spelling.

I use the Yuuri/Victor combo, but go with whatever you like best.

And welcome to the fandom! It’s quite nice here.