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A Goddess' Lullaby

She says, “Hush, darling,
You’ve been thinking
Oh so much today.
Hush, darling, there’s nothing more to say.

Stay for while in My embrace.
I promise this: here you are safe.
I have lived long enough to say,
You, My love, will see another day.”

She says, “Hush darling,
You’ve been thinking
Oh so much today.
Hush, darling, there’s nothing more to say.

I’ll hold you when you need Me-
I’m always beside you, can’t you see?
Darling, sweet darling, My dear,
Rest and sleep sweetly here.”

She says, “Hush darling,
You’ve been thinking
Oh so much today.
Hush, darling, there’s nothing more to say.”

I’ll love you long as the stars shine.
My dear, My love, of course you’re Mine.
There’s been a place in My embrace as long you’ve lived.
My love, My darling, I’ll always have love to give.“

She says, "Hush darling,
You’ve been thinking
Oh so much today.
Hush, darling, there’s nothing more to say.

I promise, My darling,
For all I could sing,
There’s nothing more to say.”

Twilight Princess highlights:
  • cats following you around castle town 
  • like some sorta adorable cat gang can u believe
  • louise
  • being able to talk to the cats 
  • kicking the ball and watching all the kitties chase after it!!!!
  • picking them up in links arms!!!!
  • the cat mini game in the hidden village
  • just the fact alone that theres a village filled with cats 
  • and the western style music bye
  • Louise!!!!! 
  • just that cats were included in general thanks nintendo 

peggy carter is the best marvel hero. full stop. no powers? no problem she’ll just pick up whatever the fuck she can find and beat the living shit out of the bad guys while jazz music plays in the background and her red lipstick and curls remain pristine

anonymous asked:

Your swan story just made me think "What if a tiny 4'11 woman saw a transformed swan and was basically all 'please make me ripped too' and ended up building a house by the lake to be with her swan buds. And people keep passing by and thinking she's a swan in human form, and are not prepared for her friends when their wrong"

(I love this idea! I’m trying this new thing where I don’t write 5,000 words and don’t post because it doesn’t have an ending lol. So here’s a short one!)


“I’ll make her my wife!” Samuel declares, slamming his tankard on the bar. The men and women around him groan, but it’s his best friend Otis that speaks.

“You’ve said that everyday for the past week,” Otis says. “Maybe try talking to her first, huh?”

Samuel shakes his head so hard that his hair, tied up with a scrap of leather, comes undone. “We don’t need words. Our eyes met across the lake. The sun lit up her verdant eyes and–”

We fell in love instantly,” the pub choruses. The ladies in the back all take a shot, giggling at their incomprehensible game.

Samuel continues doggedly. “My mother married a frog, and I will marry myself a swan. Fairy tales run in my family, mate, you’ll see.”

“Sure, you drunk bastard,” Otis says and buys him another pint.

Samuel decides that tomorrow, tomorrow he’ll show them all.

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“Good morning,” he calls from the fence line. He swipes his hat from his hand as the young woman turns and tries not to show his nerves. “L-lovely day we’re having, no?”

The young woman blinks at him. She’s small, thin arms and dainty feet with a long, lovely neck. This makes sense, of course, seeing that she is a swan in human form.

Samuel knows that at any moment, his love will invite him in, glad to finally have an excuse to be in his presence just as he is glad to be in hers. It is good that he knows this because the blood is pounding in his ears and he can hardly hear a thing over the thunder of his own heart.

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“I know he loves her now,” she said, “and I’m only a memory that he tries not to visit too often.” She paused, looking so at peace, but in the saddest way possible. “I guess I just hope that he thinks of me from time to time. When he sees a sunset too beautiful for words, or when our favorite artist releases a new song, or when he passes my street. I just hope that sometimes he remembers what it felt like to be nineteen and so in love that it was almost like your heart might burst. I hope that he smells my old perfume and he can’t shake the picture of me running outside of my house, barefoot, to jump into his arms. I just want our love to still be important, you know? I just… I hope it lingers.”

“It sounds like a beautiful memory,” I told her. “How could he forget?”

She smiled. “Darling, everything fades with time. Even the most vivid of moments — realizing, for the first time, you’re in love, or your first kiss, or even the day it all came crashing down around you — fade as new moments pass. I just hope I was important enough to last a little while longer.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #136 // Thinking of you because Ed Sheeran released a new song

kara has all the catco copies that have lena’s face on the cover and lena sees the stack one time when she visits and she’s like “kara, darling, you know i wouldnt say no to selfies, right” and that’s how kara has a whole shelf dedicated to the framed selfies of lena and herself

anonymous asked:

Dude, requests are back up, awesome! How about DAI companions + Krem de la creme reacting to the inquisitor being one of the last avian folk?(Like, they have big ass wings, so they always wear an even bigger cloak to hide them, and during battle somehow, they end up losing the cloak? They can legit fly with them)

Cassandra: She stares and stares before angrily demanding to know why they hid this from her. They sheepishly explain their situation, and she calms down, but it doesn’t change the fact they hid it. When she eventually gets over it, she sometimes just sits and watches them fly around (which they do for fun; they’re actually sort of relieved to be revealed for this reason). It makes her nervous, at first, worrying they’ll suddenly drop, but she’s awed by how agile and graceful they are in the sky. Once or twice, they have to pick her up and drop her somewhere else, and it makes her nervous every time they pick her up, and she hates how helpless she feels suspended in the air. If Romanced: Sometimes he takes her flying for no reason other than a good time. She likes it significantly more than non-romanced flying. Eventually, they’ll land, and have a quiet, serene place to sit together while she listens to him recite poetry.

Blackwall: He stares. That’s all he can do as he gawks with a slack jaw for a long time. He has no words– trying for speech just results in helpless sputtering. The man stands aside as the others fuss and try to make sense of the situation, and speaks last. He gets over it, though, once he hears the story, and doesn’t mind at all. “They’re like a pair of griffon wings,” he admires, “powerful and fast.” If the Herald can lift him up, it makes him supremely uncomfortable the first time they take him into the sky, but he finds that he thinks it’s fun. If Romanced: He regularly compliments her on how beautiful her wings are, and he tries to help itch and clean the spots she can’t reach easily. He brings her flowers that grow all the way up on a mountainside, and she gently teases him and says she could just fly him up there. “No, my lady,” he refuses, “it’s not the same if all the work’s taken out of it. You shouldn’t waste your time helping me get you flowers; let me do the work.”

Iron Bull: After getting past the initial shock, he’s utterly green with envy. It looks like SO MUCH FUN, taking off like a dragon to the skies. The Herald tries to pick him up (to no avail, he’s too heavy) to give him the experience of flying, so he takes it upon himself to make them stronger and faster, so they can. Push-ups with wings, laps around Skyhold, timing their speed of flight, you name it. “Just wait. You’ll go back to your people and fly circles around them! When you can finally lift me up, you can air-drop me on the enemies for an attack from above! It’s gonna be great!” If romanced: Hot. He’s 100% into this. He snickers if any feathers get ruffled or fall off after sex. “Did I ruffle your feathers, Kadan?” he teases, and he just laughs as they slap him with a wing. He ties one of the feathers that fall off to the dragontooth necklace, as long as they don’t mind.

Sera: She’s freaked out and utterly shocked. She has no idea how to react, so she just stares for a long time, sputtering helplessly. She feels bad later at how upset they seemed at her facial expression. “Aw, shite… well, your feathery ass is welcome here, alright?” she reassures. She likes tossing things at them when they’re flying to see if they can catch it, and it becomes a sort of game/exercise routine. She also talks them into using their wings to prank others. She screams the first time they pick her up and take her into the sky, but soon she realizes she likes it, so long as she trusts the Herald. Sometimes she’ll ask to be taken with them, because she thinks it’s exhilarating– and a few times, shoots arrows at people from above while the Herald carries her. “Death from above! Arrows from the sky! I even have a source of feathers for fletching at any moment! Hah!” A few times, if she needs them, she’ll just pluck a feather clean off if there’s none lying around, and sticks her tongue out as the Herald protests. “What? You still got a lot of ‘em. Your wings are huge!” Also jokingly refers to wings/feathers sticking out as “wingboners.” If Romanced: She likes tickling her wings and playing with her feathers, and sleeping under a wing when they’re in bed together. “They’re soft. And fuzzy. And cute.” she gushes. She also learns how to preen the feathers, and takes to doing so regularly out of affection, at least in the areas her girlfriend can’t reach with ease. She typically finishes it off by taking a feather or two that falls off to keep for herself.

Varric: “Holy Mother of Andraste’s ass.” he breathes, taking it all in. He comes around quickly, though, and asks a lot of questions– though few on anatomy, unlike Dorian, and more on who they are, where they come from, and about their people. He’s fascinated, and taking notes. Sometimes when he’s out of writing quills, he wryly asks them if he can take one of theirs– or may just take one if they drop off from time-to-time. He’s not a fan of going into the sky, at all. “You know, I like the idea of getting as far away from the Stone as possible,” he says nervously as he looks down at the world below, “but this is a bit too far. Dwarves don’t fly.”

Cole: He knew, and he doesn’t mind in the least. “I am sorry. The others know, and they want to help. They don’t mind the wings.” He also comments that the others are happy while watching the Herald fly, and the Inquisitor takes to doing small shows on a regular basis for the crowd at Skyhold, which always draws large numbers. Everyone is cheered by the amazing sight of them in the sky, and morale goes up. People start sitting and waiting for hours before the show starts. Cole smiles– they helped.

Dorian: About five million questions start flying from his lips as soon as he’s out of the initial shock. How fast can you fly? How many feathers do you have? What’s the bone structure of your wings? Can you stick one straight out so I can measure how long it is? Where are your people from? Why are you the only one out here? It makes them more than a little uncomfortable, and he feels bad when he realizes how uncomfortable they are. “Oh.” he says, suddenly quiet. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… if you need to talk, let me know?” He loves watching them soar through the sky, and he takes notes as he watches. He considers them and their wings utterly beautiful, and he feels honored to know them and witness their flight. He does not particularly care for going in the air, though, citing a sudden fear of extreme heights as he clings to the Herald, trying desperately to not look down. If Romanced: He loves preening his lover’s feathers, because it’s hard for them to reach behind and get them clean. He finishes it all with a kiss. He feels so safe under his boyfriend’s wings as they lay together, and he silently smirks as he imagines his father’s reaction to seeing his boyfriend.

Vivienne: She has to work to hide her complete and utter shock, and briefly scolds the Herald for not telling her before. When they’re comfortable, she examines their wings in detail. She figures out a grooming regimen. “Darling, everyone knows what you are now– there’s no point in hiding your wings any longer.” She smiles. “So use them. Preen them. Take the time and effort to make them presentable. You will be imposing, awe-inspiring, beautiful, majestic, and everyone will know it with a single glance.” She introduces them to her tailor, who manages to make them outfits that accommodate the wings– even accentuate them. Vivienne does not like being taken into the sky, but tolerates it if necessary in combat.

Solas: Their people were known to the ancient Elvhen, but their numbers were in slow decline– he’s honestly surprised that there’s any still around at all. He’s sympathetic to them, and surprises them by being the least shocked of any of the party members. He claims that he has seen their people before in the Fade, and suddenly the other party members are coming to him, asking for information. When he shakes them off, he mentions to the Herald that they shouldn’t hide their wings, for they are beautiful and proof of their ancient people. He asks them a lot of questions about the current state of their race, about their society, which befuddles the Herald. He doesn’t seem to mind being lifted into the air, if need be, and may even ask the Herald to carry him to places inaccessible by walking alone. If Romanced: They spend dates just finding places that only winged creatures can reach, and they look over the world together. They slumber and see memories previous unexplored by the remote location, and Solas feels genuine happiness that someone can understand the value of unexplored dreams. “Thank you, ma vhenan. Thank you…”

Cullen: He just sighs. Somehow this doesn’t even shock him. Maybe he’s seen too much. He’s a bit frustrated that they didn’t tell him to begin with, but lets it go readily. He asks if they know any others of their kind who would be interested in joining the Inquisition– flying soldiers would be excellent– and finds himself bewildered as they tell him that the vast majority of their people are shy and mistrustful of land-dwellers. He apologizes, and does not press the matter further. He enjoys watching them fly, and compliments them on their ability, but absolutely hates being taken off the ground and into the sky in any circumstances. If Romanced: He’s somewhat more tolerant of being taken into the sky, but he still doesn’t like it. Sometimes when he’s having bad dreams, he awakens as one of her wings gently folds over him, covering him softly, affectionately, and his heart rate slows. He’s safe, and she loves him, and he feels it. He goes back to sleep in peace, happy with what he has and who he loves.

Leliana: She’s just envious, if anything; she wouldn’t mind being able to fly. She was wondering what they were hiding, and found several stray feathers (which may or may not be in unusual colors) from time-to-time, and this explains it. She takes it pretty calmly, and asks if they know any others of their kind that might be willing to join as agents, or even airborne couriers. If the Herald ever takes her into the sky, she acts totally calm, but she LOVES it, even though she doesn’t say so.

Josephine: She’s at a loss. She tries to quickly compose herself and awkwardly make sense of the situation, but once the shock wears off, she’s endlessly curious about being able to fly. She watches them zip through the sky with grace and speed and is utterly mesmerized. Like Vivienne, she encourages a strict preening regimen– if they’re going to have wings, they might as well make them presentable. Eventually, the Herald offers to take her flying, and she squeals with a mix of delight and a bit of fright. Her hair blows loosely, and the wind’s on her face, and by the time the Herald brings her back down, she’s dazed and eager for the next time they fly together. If Romanced: They take her flying with them all the time, and it makes for interesting dates. She giggles and squeals (and on one occasion, screams as they do a loop with her in their arms) and has the time of her life. They always end it by landing somewhere picturesque, and they sit together, cuddling and admiring the world around them.

Krem: “Your… your Worship?” he asks, shocked, not sure if he’s seeing correctly, or if Bull’s pulling a prank like that time they all covered themselves with feathers– but no, it’s really them. If they don’t mind, he asks them questions about flying, and remarks that the Chargers would love having one of their kind on the team, if they know anyone looking for work. Sometimes he tosses his stuffed winged nug plushies at them from the ground, and they catch, not unlike the game played with Sera. He really likes flying, and admires the view of the world below.

Look at Me

Hi you! Hope you enjoy this little blurb. It came super spontaneously and without any planning. 

Plot: Y/N can’t understand why H never looks at her. 

This gorgeous picture isn’t mine.

Harry would never know what to say when his eyes met hers. 
The moment his orbs found her sparkling ones, he was drowning, flying and falling. All of it at once and all of it with only one target: Love. 
When Harry looked into her eyes, he could feel himself grow love for her, a much stronger and more passionate love that was appropriate. Harry was her friend, after all. Just a friend. Her shining orbs were his weakness and could always read him like an open book. If he were to maintain eye contact for too long then he was sure she would notice the raw emotion in his, the small twitch in his lips that longed to meet hers and how his cheeks blushed. 
He knew he couldn’t let his emotions show. Her rejection would mean losing her and losing her would mean his end.

So… Harry didn’t look into her eyes. It might be a silly solution but at this point he had no idea what else he could do. His eyes would be focused on her lips, hands or hair. Anywhere really. He craved her with all that was him, which was just why he needed to distance himself.

And she had started to notice. 
She couldn’t understand his strange behavior, just like she couldn’t understand the sting of jealousy in her chest whenever she watched him smile and speak to other women, women with whom he had no trouble locking eyes with. Sometimes her stomach turned when she noticed how he’d been maintaining eye contact with the same woman for almost an hour. What had Alexa Chung once said? When he looks at you, it feels like staring into the face of a lighthouse. Could be true. It’s not like he let her find out for herself the way he was avoiding her eyes with everything he’s got.

“Are you mad at me?” The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. 

Harry was standing next to her, a drink in his hand and his eyes set on the painting on the wall. When her words reached his ears, he tensed. 

“Mad?” he asked, confusion evident in his tone, “No, m’not. Why would you think so?”

She shrugged. “Feels like your avoiding me.” 

“Been with you all day, love.” Harry’s hips knocked into hers in a playful nudge, but his smile dropped when he noticed the frown deeply set into her forehead and how her fingers were twitching. 

His body turned to hers and his hand found the small of her back, drawing her in just a tiny bit closer. “I’m not avoiding you. Sorry that I made you feel as if I were, love.”

“I know you’re not physically avoiding me. That’s not what I meant.” he heard her murmur. 

She didn’t make sense. But he understood. Of course she’d noticed the lack of attention he’d given her, how he hadn’t looked at her. She desired nothing more than his green and intelligent eyes on her and that was just what she was denied.

“Did I do something?” 

Harry’s face crumbled with her quiet whimper. He shook his head and reached for her hand, pulling her away from the people surrounding them and into a quiet hallway where he knew they could talk in private. Once they reached his destination he gently pushed her up against the wall, making sure she wouldn’t run away. 

“Darling,” he whispered, “sweetheart, love. I’m sorry.”

“You never look at me,” she spoke with a pout on her lips and the frown deepening, “Never. And it’s frustrating, Harry.”

Her words tugged at his heart and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this bad. Guilt for having made her worry ate at his insides and he found himself cradle her face before he could rethink it. Her cheek felt hot under his hand and her skin soft. His mouth fell open and his heartbeat sped up.
But not even now could he look into her eyes. 

She sighed with disappointment and whined. “Harry.” 

“M’sorry!” he groaned, “S’not easy for me, okay? Looking at you, I mean.”

“Ouch,” she smiled half-heartily. 

He rolled his eyes. “You’re beautiful and you know it. I wasn’t implying anything else. What I mean is that looking at you… it burns. It feels like my heart is set on fire.”

“Why?” she asked, her mind heavy with unfriendly thoughts.

He couldn’t find an answer to her question. His nerves were going crazy and his skin prickled. What could he say? What should he say? The truth, maybe, but she wouldn’t want him anymore, would she? Or maybe…
One look at her lips sufficed. 
He groaned. Perhaps actions did say more than words.
Her breath hitched.
She hadn’t expected him to kiss her, but before she could catch up with it, his lips were on hers, his hands in her hair and his body pressed flush against her own. She didn’t mind him crushing her into the wall but instead rejoiced at the warmth spreading in her tummy. Harry smelled wonderful, his skin was soft under her touch and the quiet noises his lips made whenever he deepened the kiss drove her insane. He moaned when her hands pulled at his hair and her knees weakened. 

“Harry,” she gasped, “Need-need to breathe, love, please.”

Reluctantly he allowed her to pull away, amazed by how pink her soft lips looked and by how good she looked with her neck marked by his kiss. 

“Look at me,” she complained, her eyes rolling in frustration but a she couldn’t help smiling.

Harry grinned, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers. How had he denied himself her warm stare for so long? 

“Don’t think I’ll ever look anywhere else again,” Harry confessed with a sigh.

She shrugged and grinned. That was fine with her.

Hope you enjoyed this little blurb. 

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Happily Ever After // Remus Lupin

 A/N: Don’t ask me what this trash is because I don’t know. I’ve been doing Driver’s Ed shit all week and my brain isn’t functioning properly sorry if this is terrible lmao. I don’t have the energy to edit this either pls don’t hate me 

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Remus woke with a start. Sharp, loud cries echoed through the dark bedroom. He let out a tired groan as he rubbed at his eyes, moving your arm off of his bare chest. He did his best to gracefully scoot out of the bed without waking you. Your chin slipped off his shoulder and rested softly on the corner of his pillow. A sleepy smile grew on his face as you stirred a little, mumbling his name and smiling in your sleep.

The baby in the crib at the window let out a piercing cry, and Remus winced, glancing at you. You’d woken up, but he didn’t need to know that. You watched him pad the rest of the way over to the white wooden crib after mentally deciding you were still sleeping. He peered down at the baby, smiling gently at her for a couple seconds as he fumbled with a beautiful lavender throw Lily had made for your daughter draped across a rocking chair Remus’ grandfather had built. You watched him through squinted eyes and blurry vision as he lifted your daughter carefully from her crib. He swaddled her in the blanket, hushing her quietly and rocking her in his arms. He smiled softly at her, “Hello, my love. What’s the matter? Oh, sweetheart, stop crying. Nothing to fret over, angel. Daddy’s going to fix you right up.” 

You felt a smile grace your face as you watched Remus. You didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful sight; your whole world standing together, painted in soft, pallid moonlight pouring through the open blinds. You watched Remus leave the room, coming back shortly with a bottle and your now quiet daughter. He took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting the bottle to the baby’s mouth. If she hadn’t been quiet before, she definitely was now. Remus gazed down at her, an expression full of love and adoration for the girl evident on his face. You wanted to giggle at the smile on his face; the ‘stupidly in love’ grin he always gave you. Your daughter finished the bottle up quickly, but still she remained restless. You frowned. A bottle normally put her right back to sleep. You contemplated getting up to give Remus a break, but then he began talking to the child, and as you listened, you decided you wouldn’t dare interrupt this.

“My beautiful little angel,” he whispered, staring down at her. He began to rock slowly. His fingers danced on the baby’s belly for a couple seconds. She laughed and Remus smiled wider. What a beautiful sound it was, her laugh. Your husband spoke again, “I was always a night owl, too. Your mummy though,” he paused to laugh, “well, that woman passes out at seven and doesn’t wake up until noon the next day. But, sometimes, she can’t sleep. It’s normal, darling, don’t worry. When Mummy can’t sleep, I always tell her stories. You want to hear a story, love? I believe you’re a tad too young to count sheep.”

Remus wiggled his fingers on your baby’s belly once more, causing her to let out a little shriek. “I’ll take that as a yes, then, Hope.”

Hope. You’d insisted on naming your daughter that. Not only was it Remus’ mother’s name, but it was exactly what Remus needed when she came around, and it was exactly what she delivered. After James, Lily, and Peter were killed and Sirius was taken to Azkaban, Remus had fallen into a deep hole of depression, and you couldn’t help him out of it. Most of your pregnancy was spent alone, and the stress of it all nearly killed you and Hope both, but you made it through. And when she was born, the twinkle in Remus’ eye return and with each passing day of having his child, he began to smile again and your hope for him to get better, his hope for a future, the hopes you shared for your baby and each other had been restored. That’s what your child was, pure hope.

You were torn from your thoughts as Remus’ silky voice filled the room again and the story began. “Once upon a time, there lived a princess; a beautiful, kind girl with the prettiest, fairest smile and a knack for loving things others thought unlovable. I know what you’re thinking, darling. This already sounds a lot like ‘Beauty and The Beast.’ Perhaps it is, in a way. The princess lived in a glorious castle called Hogwarts where she ruled over her people in the Ravenclaw Tower, a place for the witty ones. The castle was a big place full of magic and wonder. Her loyal knights, Sir James and Sir Remus,” he paused and giggled quietly at himself, “lived in the Gryffindor tower, a place for the bravest of them all. And down deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts lived a slimy little man named Snivellus, a mad sorcerer who wanted to see the downfall of the Princess Y/N and take her throne.”

You forced back a laugh. Serverus Snape was many things, but he was not a mad sorcerer and only got the chance to see your downfall once, before it was quickly taken care of. Remus continued, “One day, Princess Y/N was with her best friend, Hademar the Owl, in Hogwarts’ Owlery writing a note to her parents, who lived far, far away. Sir Remus was off with his mate Sir James, chasing after the fair maiden Lily Evans. Sir James was hooked on her, and always had a new plan to steal Lily’s heart, which almost always involved Sir Remus doing something crazy. And so, the princess was left unprotected by her brave knights giving Slimy Snivellus the perfect chance to use his latest terrible sorcery on her. While the brave knights tried to coax Lily Evans into going on a date to Hogsmeade with the poor, lovestruck, hopeless Sir James, Snivellus sat in a dark corner with his pathetic chemistry set, brewing up a terrible poison. He had the perfect plan to steal Princess Y/N’s crown. He would dip a fresh apple into his nasty concoction and trick the princess into taking a bite, putting her in a deep sleep for the rest of your life.” He laughed a little, “And knowing Princess Y/N, it was a pretty good plan. Her subjects wouldn’t have a hard time believing she’d retired from her princess duties to sleep for the rest of eternity.”  

You could tell Hope was dozing, but Remus didn’t seem to care. He continued his story. “Greasy Ol’ Sniv slithered up the steps to the owlery, a shiny red apple in his hand. Sir Remus was still distracted with Sir James’ shenanigans and was nowhere to stop the villainous creature. Snivellus approached Princess Y/N with a sly, disgustingly menacing smile on his face and offered her the apple. She reached out to take the gift. You see, Princess Y/N was very kind and always believed in second chances. But, as soon as she touched the apple, Sir Remus felt a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew something was wrong. So, he pulled out is magical map and searched for Princess Y/N frantically. Once he found her, he raced to the owlery, wand in hand. What’s going to happen, my love? Hm, Hope? Think Dad- Sir Remus can save the day?”

You shifted slightly, becoming uncomfortable. Remus glanced at you, but you shut your eyes quickly. When you opened them up again, he was finishing up the story. “Just in time, Sir Remus burst through the door and shouted a spell, knocking the poisoned apple out of the princess’ hand. She started to shout at Sir Remus, not letting him explain his side of the story before resorting to screaming, as usual.” You tried not to snort at that little comment. Remus just put on a stupid smirk and kept story-telling, “Sir James was right behind Sir Remus, sweet Lily hot on his trail. He put magical, unreakable handcuffs on greasy, slimy, disgusting Snivellus. Lily gave him a victorious kiss and Sir James nearly went into cardiac arrest. As for the princess, she’d stopped yelling and allowed Sir Remus some speaking time. He finished his explanation of why he’d saved her ungrateful, shouting life with a brave smile and the princess’ heart thumped out of her chest – her very nice chest. She jumped for joy and thanked Sir Remus a million hundred times. She gave him lots of thank you kisses, and thank you other things, and eventually told Sir Remus that she was in love with him. Yeah, she was so whipped, Hope. After begging a million times, the princess finally convinced Sir Remus to marry her. As for Sir James and the fair maiden Lily Evans, they had a big beautiful wedding and loved each other until the very end…and still do. The Hogwarts castle was a peace with its new Prince and Princess and Daddy and Mummy lived happily ever after.”

Remus kissed the top of Hope’s head. He stood up and placed the sleeping baby back in her crib carefully with a whisper, “The End. Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you so much, Hope.”

With a yawn, he sleepily walked back to the bed, laying down carefully beside you. You pursed your lips and shuffled around, coming to lay on his chest after he’d burrowed back into the blankets. You smiled, “Princess Y/N, huh?”

Remus let out a loud groan before pushing your giggling figure off his chest, rolling over on his side and hiding his crimson cheeks. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and wrapping your arms and legs around him, “Goodnight, my brave prince.”

cool things about dolley and james madison:

- they had a parrot that cussed a lot and they thought it was hilarious

- ICE CREAM ALL THE TIME THREE TIMES A DAY

- every wednesday night the madisons would throw on a party at the white house in the oval drawing room. dolley would call these parties “squeezes” because everybody would try to squeeze into the room

- aaron burr strongly disapproved of dolley’s snuff taking. this did not stop dolley from taking snuff

- people didn’t approve of dolley wearing lipstick. this did not stop dolley from wearing lipstick

- dolley could and would pick up james and then run around the house with him

- they would race in the montpelier backyard

- dolley was a head taller than james was and she called him “my darling little jemmie”

- they would kiss in front of people, which was pretty much unheard of back then

- they were really actually quite a sexy couple

I just love Iron Bull and Vivienne’s relationship so much. She teases him and gets this giant, violent qunari completely flustered. He knows she’s messing with him, he’s been trained by the best spies and manipulators in the business and he still can’t stand up to her. 

Thank you darling! 

But at the same time she genuinely cares for and appreciates him. Her teasing is never cruel and her criticism is never harsh. She wants to keep him safe and look out for him. 

You do so much to protect us, if there is anything I can do to assist you, please let me know. 

She wants to introduce him to court, get him involved in the game at Orlais. She genuinely thinks he’d do well there. She teaches him to dance and plans to dress him up to fit in the court, but never in a way to embarrass him. It’s not sticking an oxman in a frilly ruff to amuse herself, it’s designing an outfit that makes use of his best traits.  

Every woman will want you. Every man will want to be you. 

It’s her world, her court, and she wants to bring him into it. I can’t think of any higher compliment from Madam de Fer than to have her think that with just a little polish – never to rewrite your personality – you could succeed in playing the Game. 

Vivienne has a great heart under the ice and she shows it in her own way. She calls everyone ‘darling’ but the way she uses it with Bull, she genuinely means it. 

I just…their relationship is so good??? It gives me the heart feels??? It’s so sweet and caring and I just ffffffff

anonymous asked:

DAI companions reacting to the Inquisitor being badly injured? Romance companions as well please?

Cassandra: She’s scared and worried, of course, but she knows what to do. She gets them out of harm’s way, pours some healing poultice over their wounds, and warns them before she does that it will sting (it does, and she apologizes as she applies it), and gets them to a healer. She lets the healer do their job, but as soon as they’re out of the tent, she asks about their condition. Later, she visits them and warns them to be more careful in the future. If Romanced: It proceeds largely the same, except only if the healer allows it, she stays with him while the healer works, clutching his hand as he moans or even screams in pain, depending on what the healer does– be it potions or poultices or stitches or surgery. “I know it hurts. Stay strong and stay still. I’m here with you, and you’re going to be okay. Hold on for me. Please…”

Blackwall: He hauls the Inquisitor out of danger and hurries to camp in search of a healer. He’s panicking and running as fast as he can go, heart palpitating with fear as blood trickles down from them onto his armor (he doesn’t mind). He passes them to a healer and stays nearby, wincing when he hears their cries from where they’re being treated. If Romanced: He stays by her bedside as the healer works, holding her hand and squeezing it, wincing if she screams in pain. “I’m so sorry I didn’t do a better job of protecting you,” he apologizes, “I won’t leave you now. I’m not going anywhere. Breathe.”

Iron Bull: He picks them up and books it to the nearest healer, and stuffs one of Stitches’ poultices down their throat for good measure (in spite of their disgusted cries). It doesn’t bother him in the least how much they squirm or scream or kick or cry; his only thoughts are getting them to a healer and somewhere safe to recover. He stands guard nearby as the healer works, and offers them strong booze later to take some of the pain away. If Romanced: He acts the same, but on the inside, he’s fucking terrified. He stays with them through it all, squeezing their hand and talking them through it. “I know, Kadan, I know it hurts. I’m here. You’re going to be okay. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker, but you’ll be okay…”

Sera: She curses, loudly, and hurries to the Herald’s side, trying her best to get them up (if conscious) or rouse them (if unconscious). She’ll shoot anyone that isn’t a party member that gets too close. “Stop dying, you!” she orders, shakily and angry. She manages to get them to a healer, and she promises them booze as soon as they’re all cleaned up by the healer. If Romanced: She stays with her as the healer works, griping her hand as she groans or even screams. “I’m here, love, it’s going to hurt but it’s going to be okay. You have to be okay.”

Varric: He curses and drags them out of harm’s way if they can’t walk, and applies healing poultices until someone else can pick them up and carry them back to camp. If they’re conscious (and either moaning or screaming in pain) he tries to soothe them as best he can. “Come on, Boss,” he hums nervously, “it’s not time for the hero to die. Not yet.”

Cole: He’s at their side in a flash, tending to their injured areas as best he can, knowing exactly where it hurts and how much, with or without their shouting. If he can do so without hurting them more, he actually uses a potion to knock them out, because they won’t feel as much pain. “You can’t die. People need you. So many will hurt if you die…”

Dorian: Lets out a steady steam of Tevene curses as he rushes to their side and begins casting as many healing spells as he knows and snapping at anyone who gets in the way if they aren’t a healer. He gets someone to then carry them back to camp where a healer is, and stays nearby, willing to help however he can. If Romanced: The same as above, but like the others, he sits in with them while the healer works, murmuring reassurances and silently pleading that they make it.

Solas: He handles it practically, casting healing spells to stabilize them, then getting them to camp. He checks on them periodically, sometimes to cast more healing spells, others to simply to ensure they’re alright. If Romanced: He’s much more panicked as he tries to tend to her; he can’t bear the thought of her dying, not now, not ever. He barely leaves her side until she heals, sleeping or awake, the former of which is the only time she doesn’t feel as much pain, so he tries to keep her relaxed while in the Fade– less stress, less pain.

Vivienne: Like Solas, she handles it in the most efficient and practical manner, stabilizing them, taking note of where the injuries are and how severe they are, and relaying them to whatever doctor takes over their care. She always seems to come by when the pain flares up the most, with a potion that handles the worst of symptoms. “Please,” she urges, “feel better soon, Darling. Let me know if I can help you any further.”

Josephine: She finds out after they get injured. When they come back to Skyhold to recover, she makes sure their room is clean and comfortable, that they have good food and clean baths, and the best of the healers on hand to help them. She visits them in their quarters with cookies and a card that reads Get Well Soon, and checks on them at least once a day. If Romanced: She panics and darts to their side as soon as they arrive in Skyhold. Every moment that does not require her work or attention, she’s with them, doing her best to keep their spirits up, and to reassure herself that they’ll be okay.

Leliana: She finds out quickly by her messengers, and comes to visit the Herald once they get to Skyhold. She does not flinch as they cry out if the doctor’s treatments hurt or as their pain rises; she just reassures them that they’ll make it. She has someone stationed nearby the whole time just to make sure no one tries to attack the Herald while they’re already down.

Cullen: He winces when he hears it, and if the injuries were the result of an attack, he ups the amount of soldiers following the Inquisitor, much to their chagrin. He visits now and again to wish them a swift recovery. If Romanced: His heart sinks when he finds out, and spends the time waiting for her to come back to Skyhold a nervous wreck, pacing and working incessantly. Once she’s actually there, he waits for her at the gates, sees her to her room, and spends any moment he’s not working with her.

we all know alec would be too distracted with magnus at the institute

prompted by the lovely @ja9 ! thank you so much, dear. sorry it’s been a while lol D: but i have 3 weeks until my mid-year break, so send in your prompts and scenarios!!

and as always, let me know what you think :)


Whenever Maryse would take charge at the Institute, Alec was more than happy to take a back seat. He loved being the Head, he had dreamed of it his entire life. But sometimes, it was nice to have a break – especially when Magnus was around.

Alec and Magnus hardly had any time to spend with each other when things got busy. Magnus would become wrapped up in his potions and the endless clients at his doorstep, while Alec was not only out on the field more but also cooped up in his office doing some paperwork when necessary. So when they both found themselves in the same room together, nothing else, no one else really mattered.

The whole team – hell, the entire Institute – had gotten used to it by now. They were initially annoyed at how preoccupied they were with each other, but now they didn’t care.

“Okay, listen up. Alec and I will check out the Central Park demons,” announced Jace as they all gathered around a table. “Izzy, Clary – Lydia has some stuff she wants you guys to take care of.” Jace turned to Simon. “You can… like… go home, I guess,” he said, dismissively, earning a glare from the Vampire.

“At least I’m paying attention!” exclaimed Simon, gesturing to Alec and Magnus who were much more interested in something on Alec’s phone. Jace opened his mouth to defend his parabatai when he realised he couldn’t. The entire group had stopped and turned to face Alec and Magnus while they continued to be oblivious.

Izzy couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto her face as she watched her darling brother pressed up behind Magnus, chin on his shoulder, as he laughed at something Magnus said. Jace and Simon both immediately narrowed their gazes in suspicion. Alec never laughed. Well, not around them, at least.

Magnus smiled while pointing at something on his phone, probably explaining something mundane. Alec chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Magnus’ broad shoulders and nuzzled his face into Magnus’ neck in order to kiss his cheek. Magnus squirmed but twisted his face so that Alec could kiss him properly and smiled when he did.

Clary clenched her jaw, trying to contain her wide grin, as she watched the two ignore Jace and continue to cuddle. “Alec,” called Jace and the man in question didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Magnus?” he tried but he was left without a response. Sighing frustratedly, Jace crossed his arms. “Alexander!” he called.

Alec and Magnus both immediately whipped their attention over to the blonde boy, frowns deepening in their brows. Alec stood still, arms still wrapped around Magnus, as the two continued to glare at Jace, questioningly. Alec rose an eyebrow. Izzy smiled. “Let’s go!” whined Jace, clearly defeated.

Alec rolled his eyes at the boy and let go of Magnus. Just before he followed Jace to the weapons room, Alec turned to face Magnus. He brought his hands to the side of the man’s face and pressed a short kiss on his lips. At least it was meant to be short. Magnus smiled and kissed him back with more desire than Alec could handle in that moment and Alec had to stifle a moan in a room full of bustling Shadowhunters.

Finally pulling apart, Alec licked his lips and walked up to Jace, who stood and scowled at the two. Alec gave him a lazy smile and roughly bumped his shoulder against Jace’s as he walked past, causing him to stumble. “You don’t get to call me Alexander,” he muttered, just loud enough for the group to hear.

Magnus chuckled at the boy while the others laughed on. Jace glared at them before following Alec to gear up.


i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, what if there was a kid before jace that alec had been interested in?

SOFT

Prompt: Do you think you could do one of the Weasley boys x reader? Preferably Ron or one of the twins. There’s like no fics for them lol. Maybe smutty? Thanks ❤❤ P.S. Your writing is so hecking good !!!! (ft. Daddy kink x reader)

A/N: this is good smut, pure smut. You’re welcome. No honestly, my electricity went out while writing this. I AM SWEATING x10 right now.

Warnings: RATED M SMUT. Oral, daddy kink, dirty talk, etc.

Originally posted by fanasticlypotter

The burrow sat empty as Y/N dangled her legs over the side of a fat brown couch. The dishes had stopped washing, the house had stopped breathing, and it seemed almost like the place had been abandoned in a way. The Weasleys had trusted her to house-sit whilst they were shopping for Ron’s and Ginny’s school supplies (as Y/N had already finished hers  last week).

But perhaps the girl had gotten too comfortable when she slipped a hand under her skirt, toying with herself as heat flooded through her curvy frame. She welcomed the sensation, rolling her hips against her own hand, quietly pleasing herself.  She purred as she moved her hand deftly, working at her sensitive nub

“…!!Fred-”

“Yes?”

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Klaus Mikaelson - His Witch.

Words Count: 12 74

Warning: None, just maybe a lot of mistakes.

Summery: The Mikaelsons need help killing Daliah, a powerful witch arrives in town. Is she willing to help them or not?

PART 2 , PART 3

Niklaus paced in the yard in the Mikaelson house, he and his siblings trying to think of a way to stop their aunt Dahlia. Hayley was trying to put Hope to bed.

“I can’t take her down on my own.” Fraya told her new found siblings.

“Then we get more witches.” Nik said getting frustrated.

“Well then you’re lucky.” Marcel said as he walked in the yard. “Because Davina said that the ancestors and the living witches of New Orleans just felt a powerful witch come in New Orleans yesterday.”

“I didn’t feel anything.”  Fraya said frowning.

“That’s because you’re not a New Orleans witch.” Marcel explained.

“Great, how can we find her?” Klaus turned to Marcel waiting for an answer.

“Davina agreed to help if you stop harassing her.” Marcel said crossing his hands in front of his chest, with a small glare on his face. “And help her bring Kol back.”

“Reasonable request.” Elijah said. “Consider it done.”

“Okay then, how can Davina find her?” Rebekah asker her on and off boyfriend.

“She’ll be able to feel the source of power if she concentrated hard enough.” Marcel once again explained what Davina had told him.

“Then let us take a trip around New Orleans then.” Niklaus said and he, Elijah and Marcel left the house and went to pick up Davina.


Davina was walking around New Oleans with the two Originals, Fraya and Marcel. They were all following her as she closed her eyes and walked to where she felt the most magic coming from. Suddenly Fraya stops and gasps, they all turn to look at her.

“I can feel her, we’re very close.” Fraya said gasping for air. She calmed down after a bit and, Davina and her walked up to a skyscraper.

“She’s in this building.” Davina said and Fraya nodded in confirmation.

Klaus compelled the door man and found out who is the newest resident. They were given the number of the floor and get in the big elevator it fits them all comfortably.  They got to one of the top penthouses in the building.

“She’s here, I’m sure.” Fraya said once they got out of the elevator. Klaus rang the bell and they all waited for it to open.  When the door opened they all were shocked. They didn’t know what to expect well they thought that they’ll be met with an old witch. They didn’t expect you at all.

“Yes?” You asked to the group of vampires and witches in front of you.

“Hello, I’m Klaus-“ “I already know who you are.” You interrupted they hybrid. “What do you want?”

“Can’t we just say hello to the newest witch in town?” Klaus asked giving you a charming smile that most women fell for and Marcel along with Davina rolled their eyes.  

“You can, but that’s not why two Mikaelsons, an ex-Mikaelson, a new Mikaelson and a harvest girl doing on my door steps.” You crossed your hand and raised an eyebrow.

They all looked at each other, wandering how you knew them.

“Looks like you have been well informed.” Elijah said taking rains of the conversation.

“Yes, a witch must always know what she’s waking into.” You said and leaned on the doorframe. “Now how can I be of assistance?”

“We need your help with something.” Elijah said. You raised an eyebrow and nodded your head for him to continue.

“Won’t you invite us in, love?”  Klaus asked before Elijah could continue.

“No, now Elijah please preside.” You said, Klaus glared at you and huffed. He was acting like a kid in our opinion. Klaus was very much interested in you, you seemed like a witch with so much power and knowledge, yet you looked young.

“Our aunt Daliah wants to take Klaus’ daughter and we need your help in taking her down.” Fraya said hopeful. You hummed and thought about what you wanted to do, before your eyes settled on Davina.

“Why did you bring Davina then?” You asked. You knew form just looking at her that she didn’t really want to be here.

“We made a deal with the little witch.” Klaus said and you raised an eyebrow.

“And you Davina, do you think I should help the Mikaelsons?” Everyone turned to look at Davina. She shifted uncomfortable under the attention.

“I-I think you should help them save Hope. Only because she’s young and she doesn’t have a say in anything her family has ever done.” You nodded at her satisfied with her answer.

“Okay then, I’ll meet you at your house in two hours.” With that you closed the door in their faces, and turned around to see a young teen girl standing behind you, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Are you really going to help them?” She asked you.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Davina is right, and you know I can’t let a child get hurt, no matter who their parents are.”

“Yes, but-“

“There’s no but.” You said. “You have to keep out of sight though.”

“Yes, I know. As usual.” She huffed.

“Darling you know it’s only to keep you safe, you can go out, just don’t mention me and try to stay low.” You told the young girl and hugged her. “I have to get ready.”

You changed your clothes and made sure your spells still stood. The boundary spell on the flat allowed only who you invited to get in.

After you made sure everything was okay, you left the flat and went to the Mikaelson’s house. You walked in the yard and looked at the balconies that looked at the yard or is it like a living room. There was a coffee table, chairs and sofa.

“Who are you?” A voice asked, you turned to one of the stairs and there stood a hybrid.

“Hayley I presume.” You stated already knowing he answer, Hayley nodded. “I’m (y/n), I’m here to discuss wither I’ll help you all or not.”

“I thought you said you’re going to help.” Fraya said walking in.

“I have people I care about and if helping you endanger them I’m afraid I won’t be able to help.” You said thinking about the girl in the flat.

“That is understandable.” Elijah said walking in with a blond girl and brunette boy. Rebekah and Kol. Closely followed by Klaus.

“And who is it you want to protect?” Klaus asked with a smirk on his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You asked him with a smirk of your own.

“Indeed I would.” Klaus said, you decided to ignore him and turned to Elijah and Fraya.

“Now tell me what is it you would like me to do?”

“Our aunt Daliah is trying to take my daughter.” Hayley said.

“Our daughter.” Klaus said, giving Hayley a look.

“I want to see her.” You said, looking at the parents in front of you.

“Absolutely not.” Klaus said glaring at you. You raised an eye brow and moved your head slightly to the right.

“How do you expect me to protect someone I dint even know how they look like?” You asked the hybrid.

“She’s got a point.” Kol said. Reluctantly Klaus agreed. Hayley left only to return not two minutes later with a baby girl in her hand. You could tell she looked more like Klaus more than Hayley. She certainly is a beauty. You smiled at the little girl, who was looking at you. When she saw you smile, she started to giggle. It confused everyone. You looked at Elijah.

“I’ll help you.” You said. “Now tell me everything about Daliah.”

Surprises.

Heyy everybody, this is part 3 of my break story! Thank you all so much for reading my little series and sending me so many nice messages. Let me know what you think about this part.xx

She pushed him away with as much force as she could muster up and actually made him stumble a few steps.
“I have a boyfriend!” she exclaimed.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought because-”
“No!” she interrupted him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever do that again!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
She opened her car door, went in and slammed it shut with force. Within seconds she left the parking lot and Tim standing there.
Tears welled up in her eyes, making her vision blurry and she knew she should stop her car and calm down because this wasn’t safe. But she wanted to get home and shower and wash his touch off.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She never meant to gave him the feeling wit was okay to kiss her.
The only person who was allowed to kiss her was Harry.
For goodness sake, she kissed him only a few hours before.
But the feeling of lips against hers that still lingered weren’t from Harry’s kiss.
Another man kissed her.
And even though she pushed him away and didn’t respond to his kiss she still felt guilty.

When she finally made it home she was properly crying with fat tears and loud sobs. She ripped her clothes of her body and took a hot shower. She stood underneath the hot water for at least half an hours, washing of the feel of his hands and lips on her.
She checked her phone when she went to bed and more tears fell from her eyes when she saw her lockscreen. Harry and her. Smiling so much that they weren’t able to kiss each other properly.
She cried herself to sleep that night, if she slept at all.


The next morning she woke up with sore eyes and slightly swollen cheeks. She hoped that everything was just a horrible dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was reality.
She just finished breakfast when her phone vibrated on the kitchen table with a text.

I’m in the hotel now. Everything’s fine. I miss you though. H

Her eyes closed briefly and she felt her whole body beginning to tremble.
She tipped back immediately, her fingers shaking so much she missed the right letters.

Can we talk?

She had to tell him. She couldn’t keep this from him.

Now? What’s wrong? Are you okay?

Now.

Her phone rung within seconds and even though she knew it would she still jumped at the shrill sound. She took a deep breath and hit the green button, lifting the phone to her cheek.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
His voice sounded distressed and worried.
“I-”
A sob interrupted her and she had to brace herself on the kitchen table so she wouldn’t fall down.
“Darling, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
“H-He kissed m-me.”
Harry was silent, she heard nothing on the other end of the line.
“W-We left the restaurant and the d-dinner was fun a-and we really got along well. He walked me to my car and when he went t-to say goodbye he leaned in b-but instead of kissing me on the cheek h-he… kissed me on the lips.”
It took her forever to get the words out, sobs and hiccups interrupted her every second.
“Did you kiss him back?” Harry asked lowly and she knew that tone.
She heard it so many times before when some bloke tried to hit on her.
“N-No! I pushed him away immediately. He almost fell to the g-ground because I pushed him so hard and then I screamed at him that I have a b-boyfriend and that he shouldn’t do that ever again and left him standing there.”
“That’s my girl.” Harry chuckled after a moment of silence and Y/N couldn’t believe her ears.
“W-What?”
“Baby, there’s nothing for you to cry about. You did everything right and I’m very proud of you even though he deserved to fall flat on his ass. I swear if I’d be home right now I’d cut his tongue off so he wouldn’t be able to-”
“You’re not mad?” she interrupted him.
“Not at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. That bloke is lucky though that I’m not home or else I’d rip his legs out. And arms. And everything else.”
Y/N sighed relieved and a small smile took over her lips.
“Thank you. I was so worried you’d be mad at me and break up and-”
“Stop. Seriously, you have to stop with all your doubts. I love you more than anything and I’m not going to leave you. Yeah, I’m not a fan of this break but I think it really is good for us. Everything’s alright, okay? We’ll figure it out when I’m back.”
“Okay.” she whispered.
“Can you do me a favor?” Harry asked then.
“Yeah?”
“Stay away from that Tom asshole.”
“Tim.”
“I don’t care.”
She laughed softly and promised him she wouldn’t go near him.
“I have to go now, love. Think you’re okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t cry anymore, yeah? It breaks my heart.”
“I’ll try.” she laughed softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. See you soon.”
“Very soon.”
When she placed her phone down on the kitchen table she literally felt all the weight lifted off her shoulders. She was still shaking slightly but she knew it was okay now.
She also knew that Harry was probably planning how he could get back at Tim but she didn’t worry about that, Harry couldn’t hurt a fly. She knew he was probably killing that guy in his thoughts right now but that was okay, she was killing him in her imagination as well.
She honestly didn’t think Harry would react that calm. She expected him to say ‘I knew why I wasn’t happy when you told me about him’ or maybe ‘It was so goddamn obvious he would try something’. She even kind of expected him to be so upset and angry he wouldn’t have let her explain but instead hand up immediately.
But he didn’t. And again she noticed that something had changed since they started the break.
If that would have happened before the escalation two weeks ago Harry would have started screaming at her and in the end he would have left the house.
But his reaction showed that he wanted something to change as well. He was hurting too and even though it sounded strange, Y/N was glad. During all those fights and screaming sessions she was scared she was the only one who was breaking inside.
Even though she wasn’t quite sure what would happen when Harry came home she knew they couldn’t be without each other. That break showed them what they could loose. It showed that what they had was unique and special.
And it also showed that the love they had for each other was stronger than anything else. Y/N knew from the beginning that Harry was the love of her life. Harry knew it too, she was the one for him from the first date.
The only thing they were both scared of now was their future. Would it get to that point again where they had to take a break?



The next few days felt strange. The fact that she saw him and talked to him over the phone made her think they would at least text throughout the day but there was nothing. Still radio silence.
And even though it bothered her she didn’t want to text him first. She knew he was busy and had other things to worry about but she at least thought he would give her a little update on how everything was going.
She worried though. She was scared he forgot about her. She was scared he actually enjoyed the break because now that he was with a lot of other people he didn’t have to think about her and maybe he’d realize that he was secretly missing his freedom?


When she saw him on SNL for his first ever live performance of his single she was a crying mess. One, because she missed him so much and still didn’t hear from him and two, because she was so incredibly proud and three, because she stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. He smashed it. He was absolutely perfect.
And she felt so goddamn bad because she wasn’t there waiting from him when he came off the stage. She wasn’t there to kiss all over his face because she was even prouder than his mum. She wasn’t there.
He told her she should stop doubting his love for her but for some reason she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but worry when he wasn’t here and she didn’t hear from him and even though she knew that was the purpose of a break, her mind couldn’t do anything else but come up with her worst nightmares and her heart couldn’t help but break.

When she finally wanted to go to sleep she didn’t knew if she should text him. He knew for sure that she would watch it but would he want her to text him? Her fingers hovered over the keyboard of her phone for several minutes until she decided that yes, she had to text him.

You did so good. I’m so incredibly proud of you.xx

She turned her phone off immediately when she hit send so she wouldn’t wait another few hours for his reply and could get some sleep. Even though she probably couldn’t keep her eyes closed.


She got no reply the next day.
And the day after that? Nothing.
And on the third day she was a mess.
Tears sprung to her eyes when she checked her phone for the thousandth time that day and she still didn’t hear anything from him. She knew he was unbelievably, incredibly busy but…
Was she not important anymore?
Did he not want to talk to her?
Or did he just not see it?
Or maybe the little incident with Tim hurt him more than he would like to admit.
Even though Harry told her she should stop worrying she couldn’t. He made it pretty hard to.
If she wouldn’t have seen his face all over social media and on tv she wouldn’t have known he was still alive during the next week. She felt like she went back in time to the first week of being without him, whenever she had a free moment her mind would immediately wander to him.
Then it was all a blur. It was like she was numb. She didn’t know if she should feel angry or sad or maybe happy because he would be home in a few days. The truth was that she didn’t feel anything.
He told her she could call or text him anytime she felt the need to and to be honest she did need him more than anything but she didn’t try to reach out for him. He didn’t respond to her congratulating him, why should he respond to anything else?


When the fourth week of their break was over he didn’t come home. She knew he’d return that day but he wasn’t there yet. And he probably wouldn’t come. He didn’t tell her when he would land, didn’t ask her to pick him up, didn’t tell her he would come home straight away.
And he didn’t.
She spend another night in the bed they once shared alone. Without him. Without any sort of communication between them.

A loud noise woke her up the next morning, followed by a muttered ‘shit’. Her heart started to pound, her eyes frankly searching for something to defend herself. She got out of bed on shaky legs, grabbing Harry’s golf club which stood beside the drawer. She made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs on tip toes, making sure she didn’t make any sound.
When she saw the all too familiar suede boots at the front door she knew she didn’t have to defend herself. At least not her body but more her heart. She placed the golf club down on the floor and made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by a sight which used to make her tummy fill with butterflies but now she was feeling nervous in the most negative way.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape.
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-”
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.”
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.”
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”

Bruises

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warning(s): Abuse (father abuses reader)
Requested: Yes (Draco x reader. Draco goes to surprise his girlfriend over the summer. But when she opens the door and Draco can see the bruises she’s trying to hide)
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“Draco, now’s really not the best time.” his girlfriend mumbled. Her eyes flashed with fear and Draco frowned, eyebrows furrowing in surprise. He had come to see her after not hearing from her for weeks, but now she was shutting him out and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t offended and hurt.

“Babe, I just—”

“Not now.” she hissed as she pulled her sleeves over her arms. Draco barely even got a look at her appearance before Y/N glanced over her shoulder into her house and gasped quietly. She started pushing Draco’s body out of her doorway. “You need to go. Now.”

“Y/N,” a voice boomed from behind her. A tall shape filled the hallway. Draco apparated to a point just outside the two’s line of sight on the wall of her house and waited. “Did you finish taking out the trash? You stupid git! What’s taking so long? If only your mother were—”

“Please. I-I’m sorry, dad. It won’t happen again. I’m finished now.” she replied just loud enough for Draco to hear. Her voice wavered as she spoke.

"It better not happen again. Now get inside. You have chores to do before you go off to that school and I get to pretend you don’t exist.” her father growled, his hands grasping Y/N’s arms roughly as she shoved her away from the doorway. Draco heard a whimper of pain and that was it.

"Unhand her.” he bit out, wand drawn and pointed at the man. Y/N’s father tossed Y/N’s body aside as he stepped closer to Draco.

"Y/N, who is this?” he yelled.

"Hey, watch how you talk to my girlfriend!” Draco gritted his teeth and pointed his wand higher. “Speak to her or treat her like that again and I’ll make sure you regret it.” he threatened.

"This is your boyfriend?” Y/N’s father laughed. “You pathetic excuse of a girl.” He turned to pick up Y/N again, and she cowled in fear.

"Stupefy!” Draco yelled, and suddenly Y/N'a father froze, falling to the floor beside her. She screamed, tears starting to slide down her cheeks. Draco rushed over to Y/N and held her face in his hands. “You’re alright now, you’re safe. C'mon, we’re getting your trunk and you’re staying with me. You’re never coming back here again.”

She nodded slowly, tears still slipping down her cheeks. The pair walked upstairs in her tiny house to find Y/N’s school things. Draco looked around as they walked. The house was bare and empty, completely dark. Y/N’s trunk was against her bedroom wall, untouched from when she had gotten home that summer. The lid was padlocked shut. Y/N turned to face Draco before speaking again.

"This is it. All my things are in here. Even my wand and broomstick.” she mumbled. Draco took her hand. She flinched slightly and he sighed.

"Hold on to me and the trunk tightly. Don’t let go.” He apparated them and the trunk to his home and into his room quickly, the two worlds blending into just his.

"Y/N,” Draco started as he sat her down on his bed and really got a look at her. Her eyes had dark circles under them from her lack of sleep, her skin was pale, and her hands were shaking. He noticed the dark bruises on her arms and gently held her hands in his. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have—I could have gotten you out of there sooner. You didn’t have to suffer.”

"I didn’t want to burden you.” she whispered.

"Darling,” Draco pulled her sleeves higher so he could see the true colors of her bruised skin and placed light kisses on each one, “you could never be a burden to me. I love you.”

"Thank you.” Y/N murmured once she finally met Draco’s eyes again. His grey eyes stared into her Y/E/C ones and she smiled softly, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. He blushed and stood up.

"It’s no problem. Now, let’s see if I still have some of that bruise paste from my kit.”

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom