otp: as long as i live i'm yours


“thank you for coming to this dorm, thank you for giving me a new reason to live, thank you for fighting with me, thank you for being my friend, thank you, for simply being born into this world.”

i’m sorry i’m a sucker for cheesy and gay headcanon. i think i’ve been posting art when no one else is awake lately…

In light of Carmilla Act III being released soon, I thought I’d make a Soulmate AU for Carmilla
  • Since Carmilla is basically immortal it’s only Laura who keeps reincarnating.
  • Whenever Carmilla sees her she gets all nostalgic
  • “I’ve been doing this for only you for centuries”
  • Carmilla never says “I love you” first
  • Laura is always trying to be pure and good
  • “Goddammit why do I keep having to save your dumb ass”
  • “I won’t lose you again!”
  • Laura always has to sacrifice something for Carmilla
  • Carmilla always remembers the lives where she couldn’t save Laura
  • Laura rarely remembers Carmilla but if she does, it takes a long time
  • Carmilla always panics when she doesn’t see Laura for more than 20 years
Turning Time

Harry hated time turners. Honestly, he hated them. And he hated the guy who ‘improved’ them so that your soul goes back and re-enters your body so you don’t have to worry about running into your past self…

Of course these ‘new and improved’ time turners were only recommended for short trips into the past to amend small mistakes, and there were only three of them in the world. The ministry had found out about them, deemed them unsafe, and ordered them to all be destroyed. So the three that remained were very rare, very expensive, and very very hard to come by.

Naturally, that meant his beloved husband, Draco Malfoy, had to have one.

And Harry, being the selfless idiot that he was, had ‘borrowed’ it to go back to his 14 year old body in his fourth year and stop the horrible deaths that had started in that year. To stop Voldemort from rising in the first place, and then go find and destroy the horcruxes with his friends and his husband before Voldemort ever had the chance to rise again.

“Move it scarhead!”

Speaking of his husband… 14 year old Draco Malfoy shoved past him and his goons shoved Harry into the wall as he was leaving the castle. Harry felt the broken pieces of his heart shatter, as they always did when he was forced to remember that he and Draco weren’t together in this time period. When he was forced to remember that all the happy memories they had shared together were all a thing of the future… and when he was forced to remember the series of happy accidents that had occurred to land then together in the first place during 8th year. Happy accidents that he couldn’t hope to recreate, not unless the events of his past were allowed to happen again.

Could he let all those people die just so he could have his happy ending with Draco?

The answer was no.

He couldn’t put himself or even Draco above the lives and happiness of all those people.

And everything he did to get close to Draco, to make him see… just push him farther away.

And that was tearing Harry up inside.

He couldn’t even take solace with Hermione or Ron, because they had no idea about his original future relationship with Draco either, and would only think he was crazy if he tried to explain. Not to mention he had found it very difficult to relate to them at this age, as he was spiritually in his 30s and in his future they were married with their own Weasley brood. So he had wound up pushing them away as he fought through the Triwizard Tournament on his own.

He had already dug up evidence against Crouch Jr. masquerading as Mad-Eye Moody, and just before the start of the final Task in the tournament, had exposed him. The paranoid Fudge had immediately had the man kissed without a trial, but that had worked out in Harry’s favor as that meant that Voldemort still expected the cup to be a portkey, and would be thrown off guard by no one ever arriving in the graveyard. Hopefully thrown off guard enough for Harry to get away from the school at the end of term and start hunting for the Horcrux’s.

Now he was on his way to the final task, and would make his way through the maze. He didn’t really care who won, but he did have an advantage of already knowing what awaited him, and he still had to act like he cared. If he won he would still donate his winnings to Fred and George, so that fueled a bit more desire for him to win.

“Good luck Harry!” Speak of the devil, as twin hands slapped him on the back, “We’ve got great odds on you winning this thing! You’re going to make us very rich men!”

The twin guffawed as they slapped Harry on the back one more time and walked past him. Harry forced a weak laugh that he hoped sounded like nerves rather than the depression he was actually feeling.

Then he walked into the area for Champions and prepared for the task to begin.


The maze was much easier than Harry remembered it, but he supposed that was because he was older now, mentally anyways, and knew much more advanced magic than he should at this age. It also probably helped that he had walked this maze for years in his nightmares after the war.

So here he stood, staring at the bright blue and silver trophy, with no one else even near his location. But… every time he reached out to touch it, he got horrible flashbacks of that graveyard, and he couldn’t make himself grab it…

“Harry!” Cedric’s voice rang out behind him and he whipped around to see Cedric racing toward him, hand outstretched.


Even if the cup would take him to the graveyard, Cedric would not die this time!

Harry whipped around and grabbed the cup, and felt the sickeningly familiar feeling of being transported by a portkey. It was too late though, and he couldn’t let go, his hand was glued to the cup.

He was deathly white when he landed and looked around, but instead of a graveyard, he was back in front of the maze, and instead of deathly silence he could only hear the roaring of the crowd cheering his name. It took a moment before his mind recognized that everything was okay before he was able to drop the cup and breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone came down to crowd around him, slap him on the back, and congratulate him on his victory.

For a moment, Harry was allowed to feel like a normal 14 year old boy that had just done something amazing. He smiled at the crowd around him.

And then all hell broke loose.

Word had gotten to Voldemort about Crouch Jr’s execution, and in retaliation he had sent death eaters or people under the imperious curse in with the crowd. Harry didn’t know which, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the curses flying around everywhere. Both from Voldemort’s people and from the members of the Order of the Pheonix that were in attendance.

People were falling all around him and it was clear that the Death Eaters were trying to get to him as panicked students and other onlookers tried to escape from the attack.

The world went into slow motion as Harry saw a flash of white blonde hair running through the mayhem, and he saw the bright green spell heading straight for Draco Malfoy’s back.

“Draco!!” Harry’s scream was inhuman as he dove in front of the spell, taking it right in the chest and falling to the ground at Draco’s feet.

“Wh-why…” Draco fell to his knees next to Harry, looking terrified, “Why would you do that you great bloody prat!?” Draco demanded, shaking the dying Harry.

Harry knew it was the killing curse that had hit him, but it was flowing through the scars in his magic from of the first time he had been hit with it, killing him slowly, one piece at a time.

All Harry could do was dissolve into hysterical laughter. Of course, how could he have been so stupid? He knew how to make Draco see. To show him why he died for him, and hopefully to show him how to complete Harry’s mission.

He pulled out his wand with the arm that hadn’t already died and pressed it to his temple, Draco’s worried face shifting to confusion as Harry drew a silvery white strand of his memories from his mind. It was long, and held every memory starting with fourth year in his original life and ending at this point. He held the wand out to Draco, “Take it. Please Draco.” He croaked out.

Shaking, Draco pulled out a potion’s flask from his satchel and let the strand of memory fall into it.

I love you Draco, Harry thought to himself…

I only hope you can discover that…

And then he died.


18 year old Draco flew out of the pensive, panting, his face white and his expression that of agony.

It had taken him four years.

Four years of proving himself to Harry’s friends and then the Order of the Pheonix so he could help destroy Voldemort for that stupid prat.

Four years to find and destroy all the horcruxes.

And four years and a bottle of Firewhiskey for him to finally work up the courage to watch Potter… no, Harry’s memories.

They broke him in two.

And now he vowed to watch and wait. Wait for the time turner that had caused all this to happen in the first place. The time turner that his… other self… had bought.

He would wait to he could go back to that fateful 4th year and stop Harry from getting himself killed.

And to slap him across the face for making him experience these memories.

But most importantly, to live that life with Harry he had seen in the pensive, the life he had taken away from him by some stupid bloody Gryffindor.

He would wait as long as it took.


Your OTP being lovers in the past life. Unfortunately, only Person A remembers everything and still loves B deeply. One day, Person B is attacked, but saved by Person A, who sacrifices themselves in the process, much to the confusion of Person B.

original prompt by @otpdisaster


Period Drama Meme{1/7} Scenes - Ankhesenamun’s Pregnancy Announcement

Glorious goddess, love this embodiment of you.

We open our hearts to your mysteries.

Choose her. Bless her as mother.

May your son live for 1,000 years.

shy-reader  asked:

Sooooooo, I know you just did a finnpoe one, but I'm in love with the two right now. So if you don't mind could you please do #12 for finnpoe? Pub-leassseeeeeee???

Obligatory “Sorry this took me so long” comment goes here. (For anyone who is wondering, this is from this prompt list, not the one I just reblogged (I did get a prompt from that and will fill it as soon as I clear out my inbox, oops).)

12. Imagine your OTP getting in a fight and one of them yelling that they love the other one and then it gets really quiet.

Everyone who lived at the Resistance base was well used to the sounds of shouting going on, and most of them had learned to avoid it. Leia Organa, however, was intrigued the raised voices echoing down the hallway, largely because, for once, hers wasn’t one of them.

Quelling the pang she felt at the thought of all the years she’d argued with Han at the top of her not-inconsiderable lungs, she headed down the hallway towards the source. She rounded a bend and stopped. Standing on either side of one of the supporting archways were the best damn pilot the Resistance had ever seen–and she was including both her husband and brother in that–and the former stormtrooper who had proved as much a reluctant hero as Han ever had, both scowling at each other. A young mechanic ducked slightly, getting out of the line of fire as he passed between them, but otherwise never broke stride. Neither combatant seemed to notice.

“I grew up with the First Order, Poe, I know what I’m talking about!”

“And I grew up with the Resistance!” Poe shouted back, flapping his hand to one side. “Damn it, Finn, I’m a pilot, I know what I’m getting into, but you–”

Ah. It was this argument again. Leia had heard it more than once–had participated in it more than once, if she was honest with herself–and she was also pretty sure she knew how it would end. Hiding a smirk, she folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the wall to watch the show.

“I’m here now,” Finn pointed out. “I’ve changed, okay? I’m not running anymore. I want to help. I want to fight. And the fact is I know how the First Order fights, so I can help.”

“We know how the First Order fights, too,” Poe argued. “We’ve only been fighting them for years now.”

Finn gestured helplessly. “Yeah, but you only know how they appear to fight. I know how they’re taught to fight, what they’re thinking. I know how to avoid it and–”

“Good, so teach people here.”

“I am! But I need to–”

“You need to stay here!”

Why? Why are you so adamant that I not go into an actual battle? Give me one good reason why you should care so much!”

“Because I love you!” Poe shouted, looking like he was about to grab the front of Finn’s shirt but stopping himself just in time.

Finn’s brown eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. Poe, too, seemed a little stunned, like he couldn’t believe he had actually said the words out loud. There was a full minute of complete silence.

Leia couldn’t help herself. “He knows.”

Finn and Poe both started and looked up at her in stunned bewilderment. Even though Leia was pretty sure Finn hadn’t known how Poe felt, she still remembered the first moment she’d desperately said those three little words to Han, and the way he’d responded, reassuring her that it was all right, that he’d known without her having to tell him, that it wasn’t something he’d gone his whole life fearing would never happen. She hadn’t been able to resist the urge to give Finn those words, too.

Giving full reign to her smirk, she headed down the corridor, twisting her shoulders to sleep between the two men. A few steps beyond them, she paused, half-turned her head to glance over her shoulder, and added, “By the way, Captain Dameron…if you’re looking for the opportune moment to kiss him, this would be it.”

She didn’t say anything further, merely kept going. But at the next bend in the hall, she stopped again and turned around. Poe had Finn pressed up against the wall of the hallway, his lips over the younger man’s. Finn was clutching Poe’s face desperately, one hand tangled in his curly dark hair, as he returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Oh, Han, she thought wistfully with a sad smile as she turned away. You’d be so proud of these boys. At least it didn’t take them four years to get to this point.

Imagine that person A of your OTP doesn’t really show emotion and remains expressionless most of the time. Person B doesn’t minds this and lives with it. But, when Person A does show emotion and smile, well, it’s one of the most beautiful things one can see. Now imagine your OTP getting married, and right before Person A says “I do.” they give the most beautiful smile. This lights up Person B’s face, but not for very long as Person A swoops in for the kiss.

“In one timeline we kiss but the stars don’t come down…”

“In another you set a world on fire for me but i parish in the flames…”

“Another and we’re strangers on a busy street. Brushing by close enough to send each other reeling off balance but not stopping…”

“ Somewhere there’s a final space where your hand on my face is the punchy climax to an epic saga…”

“Where the way our mouths meet takes the breath right out of people’s throats…”

“One universe has us right. Of all the millions stacked on millions. So it’s not this one. I can live with that…”

“The world is full of wonders and a hundred years ago the moon was too much to dream of touching. Look how far we’ve come…”

“Turn over your shoulder and just look. Maybe we’ll come across each other at the turning of the century. Racing across breaches between worlds. ..”

“I’ll build my life on that maybe…”

elisabeth hewer

i’m already so in love with these puppies, so i decided to make a fic rec! 

  • we…a. are something. b. will be something. c. won’t get the chance to find out. by allisonmccalling - the plan was supposed to be full-proof. or at least, that’s what everyone had reassured liam after last night’s pack meeting. 
  • five times kissed by vengefulpoise - the first time is sixth grade, before the fights and misunderstandings and lest of all, the broken noses. 
  • been holding on too tight by haydenrdunbar - part of her is still stuck on the fact that werewolves even exist. 
  • hayden and liam prompt #2 by gabyintheskywithdiamondss - liam introducing hayden to the pack. 
  • howl when we’re apart by haydenrdunbar - oh, god, liam! she lets out a breath and feels a tear roll down her cheek. she doesn’t think she’s ever been so relieved to see him. 
  • death of me by maliasliams - liam realizes he likes hayden. 
  • hayden/liam prompt 1 by gabyintheskywithdiamondss - at sinema, liam and hayden end up locked in one of the stock rooms. 
  • oh, i should have by haydenrdunbar - “my sister got shot,” she says, and then meets his eyes again, eyebrows narrowing as if daring him to say something, or warning him not to. he honestly can’t tell. 
  • pack text by infinitestories98 - a collection of stories in text message form. 
  • breathtaking by avarosier - she’s come over readily enough, but the way she glares at him tells him she will gladly hex him just to feel joy. 
  • back at it by infinitestories98 - he didn’t understand when he started looking at her a different way, when he started to watch her as she moved. How her face gets into this serious mode when she is focus on a task or how when she smiled. all he know is that when he thinks of hayden romero he should not feel warm and happy. 
  • basement by bestiarystheory - hayden had heard a lot of gnarly stuff about this damn town, and the fact that she has bared witness these things was kind of surreal. 
  • long live this wild, wild love of ours by haydenrdunbar - "sometimes i can’t tell if she still hates me.“ "that’s all part of being in a relationship, kid.”