so here's more of our library

“hello,” the dark lord said, “i need a library card.”

“everyone needs a library card,” the librarian said brightly, sliding a form across the desk. “fill this out.”

the dark lord produced her own elaborately plumed quill from the depths of her robes and scrawled her name in handwriting that was completely illegible but seemed to whisper the secrets of the dark from the blinding white page. “yes, but i need mine in order to take over the tri-kingdom area.”

the librarian’s polite smile barely faltered. “funny, the last dark lord to try that didn’t bother with a card.”

“yes, and do you see that fool currently ruling our kingdom? no. of course not. utterly ridiculous, to attempt to take over any size country without a library card, much less an intermediate-sized one like this.” she accepted the thin plastic card with a gracious flourish of her gloved hand.

the librarian, adding the new card’s number to the database, privately agreed, but chose not to say anything.

the librarian balanced the pile of pulled books under one elbow and held the list of call numbers in their hand for easy consultation. “intermediate spell casting for grades three and four,” they murmured, running fingers along the peeling spines until they found it. “willing to bet that’s sorrel’s request.”

they fit the large, paperbound book under their elbow and moved on, checking the list again. “magical creatures encyclopedia, L through M. that’s jackaby trying to finish the entire set by midsummer.” they would get that one last to carry it around the shortest amount of time.

“next — the complete guide to raising the dead.” they paused in front of the row of shelves with the right call numbers. they could guess the requester of that one too, but knew better than to say it out loud.

the return slot thunked loudly as it swung open and closed, having swallowed the returned books with a wet gulp.

“good morning,” the dark lord said pleasantly as she looked up from sliding her books in — or as pleasantly as “good morning” could sound when it was uttered by a voice that sounded like gravel being chewed to pieces by the jaws of a large monster.

“it is, very,” the librarian said crisply, conjuring a clean handkerchief for the still-slobbering return slot.

the mouth just visible under the dark lord’s enormous cloak hood curved into a scythe’s blade smile, but she said nothing else.

“did you enjoy your books?” the librarian asked, since she wasn’t moving and there were no other people waiting (most likely because of the dark lord standing there).

the hood nodded up and down. “extremely. especially the taped lecture by doctor dramidius ardorius of the dark arts institute.”

“well, we have many more taped lectures. i especially recommend the one on the healing powers of tea.” they tilted their head in a now get out sign. the poor steam-powered self-checkout contraption would get overheated if people were too scared to check out at the front desk.

they didn’t really expect the dark lord to take the recommendation seriously, but the next day they noticed the cloaked, hooded specter glide out the door with the taped lecture on magic-infused herbal teas tucked between a CD of dark chants and a step-by-step art book on drawing occult symbols.

“you give good recommendations,” the dark lord said with a shrug when the librarian raised their eyes from the front desk’s computer to the shadows of her hood.

the librarian wasn’t sure what to say. “you seem to take up quite a lot of my time.”

“i’m only a simple library patron,” the dark lord replied in a saintly voice that resembled a dragon coughing up a partially digested house. “do you enjoy mermaid song?”

“yes. you can find the library’s collection in the CD section over there.” they looked pointedly back down at the computer.

“i hear there’s a concert on the shore tomorrow evening.”

“perhaps we’ll get a recording of it.”

the dark lord continued taking out books on various unsavory topics. the librarian continued suggesting books on healing, positive thinking, and community service. the dark lord seemed more amused with each visit. her smile was almost charming, once you got past the long, sharp teeth.

the librarian was trying to go about their usual morning ritual of pulling books that had been requested the night before, but the dark lord wouldn’t stop making faces at them from behind gaps in the shelves. she seemed to find it hilarious. the librarian hadn’t decided yet if they were amused or annoyed.

“ooh, look at this,” the dark lord said, pulling a sturdy but beaten up board book featuring a werewolf mid-transformation on the cover from the shelf. “this was my favorite when i was just a little menace.”

“somehow i’m not surprised.”

the dark lord tucked the book into the ridiculous basket made of a large skull that floated alongside her. “didn’t you have a favorite picture book when you were little?”

“Barker the Sentient Book End,” the librarian said promptly. “i screamed for it every night until someone read it to me, long after i’d already memorized each page.”

the dark lord cooed, sounding like a cross between an owl and something eating an owl. “adorable. i knew you had a little monster in you somewhere.”

the librarian crossly debated denying being a monster at all or pointing out they had actual kraken blood in them.

they should have guessed how close the dark lord was from how good her mood was, but it wasn’t until they arrived at work on monday that the librarian heard the news.

“the newest dark lord managed to overthrow the faeyrie monarchy last night. something about combining traditional herbal spells with a newfangled mental magic based on the power of willful thinking… or something. the news reporter mentioned the use of mermaid song in a mild kind of mind control, i think? i wasn’t listening. the good news is, our budget stays in place.”

the librarian contemplated hurling the can of bookmarks across the room, but concluded that it would be both unprofessional and unsatisfying. they settled for aggressively stamping returned, only slightly saliva-covered books with red ink.

the phone clicked loudly. “public library, how can i help you?”

“by taking my offer,” the dark lord said, slightly hesitant voice like a rock slide that wasn’t sure it was ready to slide. “the royal library in the capital needs a new head librarian.”

“why’s that?” the librarian spun in their new swivel chair, tangling the phone cord while they were at it, thinking they wouldn’t want to leave so soon after getting it.

there was a cough like the ocean spitting out a new island. “erm, hmm, last one got… eaten. tragic. these things happen when you’re very, very small, you know.”

“so i’ve heard.” the librarian stretched the phone cord and watched it bounce back. “well, i’m happy where i am.”

“well.” her voice was more disappointed than they’d expected. “it’s a very nice library, you know. large selection of mermaid song in the CD section.”

“the royal library is part of our system. i can request any materials from there that i want to be delivered here.”

a pause. the dark lord had not considered this. “well, maybe i’ll take the royal library out of the system.”

“you wouldn’t dare disrupt the workings of our very intricate library system set up at the dawn of time.”

“maybe i would!”


“fine. i wouldn’t.”

the librarian swiveled some more, wrapping the cord around with them until it ran out of give and spun them in the other direction. “would you like to grab a coffee sometime?”

“yes,” the dark lord said, voice too surprised to resemble anything in particular. “i can travel down meet you tomorrow morning.”

“don’t you have things to do?”

they could sense the shrug from the other end of the line. “i’ll move the capital to your town. i can do that, you know. i’m the supreme ruler of the tri-kingdom area.”

“yes,” the librarian agreed, un-spinning to return the phone to its cradle. “just don’t forget who gave you the library card.”

Inspirational Quotes

Everyone needs extra inspiration/motivation every once in a while. Therefore, I have compiled a list of some of my favourite inspirational Harry Potter quotes (quotes are from the books and films).

  • “Working hard is important. But there is something that matters even more, believing in yourself”
  • “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things! - Friendship! And Bravery!”
  • “When in doubt, go to the library”
  • “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities”
  • “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”
  • “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends”
  • “Ah, music,” he said wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here”
  • “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on Earth should that mean that it is not real?”
  • “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic”
  • “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the the light”
  • “In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own”
  • “It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be”
  • “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are”
  • “Well, [bad] times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others’
  • “The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here”
  • “What’s life without a little risk?”
  • “We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving”
  • “You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve”
  • “Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect”
  • “No good sitting worrying about it. What’s coming will come, and we’ll meet it when it does”

I hope these quotes inspire you too!

Library Vigilante

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Fluff, second hand embarrassment

Words: 2360

Prompt: Library AU ‘You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down’ 

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“I’m sorry, that book still hasn’t been returned to us yet.” The kind lady behind the desk spoke as she tapped away at her keys, “The gentlemen who has it is going to have a hefty fine when he decides to return it.” 

“He’s gonna have more than a hefty fine.” You mumbled, tapping your fingers off the desk. “How long overdue is it?” You asked, peering over the desk at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the name of this mysterious gentlemen. The librarian pulled her screen away abruptly making you huff in defeat. 

“I’m sorry Miss but that’s confidential information, you’ll have to wait until the book is returned or try another library.” She pulled her mouth into a tight line and began typing once again. You needed that book, it was the last one in the series and you were not prepared to pay a whole $25 on a book, not when there was a perfectly good one you could loan out for free. Slumping on the desk the librarian peered at you over her glasses, “Do you need anything else dear?” Yes I do I need that bloody book.

Pulling your head up you put on the best fake smile you could muster and glanced quickly at her name tag. “Susan,” You beamed, leaning ever slightly towards her “I just really need that book. You see, a poor art student like me doesn’t have a lot of money and libraries are where I can enjoy myself without having to pay and -”

“You should always donate some change to your local libraries dear, we have bills too you know.” Your smile dropped momentarily before you realised your face was betraying your annoyance. “Oh yes! I know that only too well Susan, see if you could just give me the details of the man who has the book I want, I could do you a favour and go and collect it.” Susan stared at you blankly, her fingers stilled over her keyboard. “I could be the libraries vigilante if you like.” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear nervously. “Like an avenger, only on a smaller scale.”

Susan began to shake her head as you clasped your hands together, “We don’t need -”

“No I know you don’t but see I need that book!” You snapped at her, you’d already tried the other libraries for it when you discovered last week that it was loaned out. Unfortunately for you so were all the other copies. You gave her your award winning puppy dog face before she switched the computer off and placed a sign on her desk saying ‘Out to lunch’. You frowned as you watched her collect her things and move to the room that was reserved for staff only. 

It was completely empty in there, it was your local library that you frequented quite often but never really saw anyone else there. You weren’t stupid, you knew that being the closest library to the local college there was always students drifting in trying to look inconspicuous as they made their way to the first floor history section. Wandering around the place you realised that the place was actually empty, Susan was out back for her 45 minute break and no doubt there were students canoodling upstairs but…You were alone.

Heart racing with sweaty palms, you ran around to the other side of the desk and switched the computer on. All you needed was a name and an address and then you could hightail it out of there like nothing had happened. 

“Okay, calm down, you’re not hacking S.H.I.E.L.D…” You mumbled as you were faced with a password entry system. Putting your head in your hands you glanced around the desk, there wasn’t much save for a photo of a man in a cap and gown and a bobble head of Thor. You snorted, flicking his head as you racked your brain for an idea. Pausing, you began to type.

Books. Password denied.

Avengers. Password denied.

One attempt left. You glanced at the nodding Thor and tried again, holding your breath you typed Thor.

Password accepted.

“Black widow eat your heart out!” You muttered before typing the name of the book into the database. “Susan, we all have our vices.” It had been loaned out for quite a while, the man who currently possessed it has had it for 7 weeks. Who takes 7 weeks to read a book?! You thought while pulling up his details.

Grabbing a pen from a pot you quickly scribbled down his name and address on a piece of paper before switching the computer off again and hightailing it out of there.

It was a warm day so you decided to walk seeing as it was only a couple of blocks away from the library, you were running through the scenario of how the situation was going to go in your head when you realised that it wasn’t quite as far as you had thought. It was a small set of fancy apartments that was just down the road from the avengers tower, you remember the media saying that Tony Stark had built them but no one figured out what for. 

You scanned the list of names next to buzzers until you found the one you were after, “Donald Blake you’re mine!” You whispered as you pushed the buzzer for the apartment above his. 

“Hello?” A voice crackled through the intercom.

“Hi! I’m Donald’s girlfriend and I thought I’d surprise him,” You chirped, “he think’s I’m in California!” This better work.

Oh how romantic! Do you want me to buzz you in?” The voice asked.

You let out a silent prayer to whatever God happened to be listening before replying in a sickly sweet voice, “Yes thank you that would be amazing!”

Moments later you heard the tell tale buzz of the door unlocking, you quickly rushed through the glass doors and into the lift, pushing the button for the 3rd floor. The end was in sight, you were so close to getting the book and if you were honest, the adrenaline from the whole thing was more fun now than actually getting the book. The doors opened as your stepped out and made your way to the only door, steeling yourself you took a deep breath in and knocked quickly.

Picking at the skin around your thumbs you stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal none other than Thor, God of thunder himself.

He looked bigger than you’d imagined. Not that you’d imagined him of course, but he seemed bigger than he did on TV. You swallowed quickly as your checked the name and address on the slip of paper.

You looked up at the confused God, “Hi, does uh, Donald Blake live here?” You asked quickly, glancing at the paper before showing the God the slip too.

His laughter was like a boom, deep and hearty his whole body shook as he stepped aside to let you in. He shut the door behind himself before he led you through to a sitting room.

“Loki!” He laughed, gesturing to a man reclining on a chaise in the window, book open in hand. He was handsome you’d give him that, not in the obvious way like Thor but handsome non the less for a guy who tried to take over New York.

Your eyes locked with his when you realised that Donald Blake probably wasn’t gonna be sharing an apartment with the two asgardian brothers. Loki’s eyes roamed over your form as you stood next to his brother, his gaze was calculating and judgemental but not as cold and icy as you’d thought it would be. There was more indifference really.

“Brother.” He replied eventually, his voice more silky than you’d expected it. His eye’s had gone back to his book once he’d examined you and Thor motioned for you to sit.

“No thank you,” You noticed the younger prince’s eyes snap over to watch the scene unfold. “I’ve actually come for Donald Blake.” Puffing your chest out you turned away from Thor’s amused smile to glare at the raven haired prince who was watching you with curiosity.

“I’m guessing Donald Blake is a fake name, I don’t care. All I know is that I didn’t hack into that stupid computer using your name,” You shoved a finger into Thor’s chest before pausing and smiling, “Susan loves you by the way, you’d make her day if you visited.” Turning back around to Loki you noticed he’d close his book and sat up, your nerves were getting the better of you now as he stood up to his full height.

He’s taller than I thought he’d be.

“Anyway, you’re overdue on a book I want so I’ve tracked you down so you can return it.” Placing your hands on your hips you nodded once, signalling that you were finished. 

Loki’s mouth fell agape slightly before looking off to the side confused. Your confidence and bravado that had spurred you on had left, the adrenaline in your veins was replaced with fire as you felt yourself getting more embarrassed with each beat of silence.

Thor had taken to sitting on the couch that Loki was leaning on, a large smile plastered onto his distractingly attractive face. “You hacked into the libraries system?” Loki clarified.

You nodded. “Found our name and address?”

Oh god.

Came here, let yourself in.”

Oh no.

Knocked on our door and now you’re demanding a book back so that you may read it?”

I sound like a freakin’ psycho.

Thor looked between me and his brother who at that moment in time, had his head cocked to the left and was studying you very intently.

“How did you get into the building?” Thor laughed, taking a swig of whatever was in the bright rainbow coloured mug. 

Oh god now I’m gonna sound insane, officially insane. You thought before clasping your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. “There’s a very nice lady upstairs, and uh, I told her that I’d flew in from California to see my boyfriend, Donald.” Thor clasped Loki on the shoulder and stood up taking his rainbow mug and his chuckles with him down the corridor.

You panicked, how could the god of thunder leave you with the god who’d tried to take over your planet not even 5 years earlier? Movement caught your eye as you watched Loki move with every bit of elegance you’d expect from a prince over to a leaning pile of books in the corner. 

He didn’t seem as bad as every said really, watching him move books from the top to the bottom before moving the pile all together to sift through another you began to wonder.

“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked quietly, his hands pausing for a moment before carrying on with their task. You left it there, you’d already made yourself look like a lunatic and didn’t want to annoy the trickster god anymore by asking him mundane questions. 

He seemed to find what he was looking for and straightened up, walking over to where you were with three very purposeful strides. “Here,” He spoke softly, handing you the book you’d come for. You smiled and flicked through the pages out of habit. “It’s this series actually.”

Your smile dropped as you looked up to him, realising that he was answering your question after all. “I rather liked this series, of all the boring books earth has to offer these one’s are rather amusing I suppose.” 

“If you like these one’s then any of the books written by Neil Gaiman would probably suit you,” You let out a breathy laugh as you tucked the book into your rucksack. “His stories are about norse gods actually, and how they -” You stopped as you realised you were babbling again, with a wave of your hand you glanced at the door. “You don’t care, why would you? I should get out of your hair, thanks for the book.” You turned to leave as Thor entered the room again.

Waving at him over Loki’s shoulder you turned back to the raven haired god, “Maybe I’ll see you at the library sometime,” You smiled at him as you pulled the door open, “bring money, Susan says you’ve a hefty fine waiting for you!” You laughed nervously before closing the door behind you. 

Mind whirling from meeting two very handsome gods, you leaned against the wall as you waited for the elevator to arrive. “Book lady!” Your head whipped round to see Thor standing in the doorway to the apartment you’d just exited.

“Yeah?” You answered as you saw Loki glancing nervously between his brother and you, “What’s your name?” Thor boomed as the lift arrived with a ding.

You grinned, “Y/N.” Stepping into the lift you tried to ignore the quiet bickering that was going on between the two brothers. You pressed the button for the ground floor but it wasn’t moving, and the doors wouldn’t close either. Watching as Thor grinned at his brother while talking quietly you began to stroll back over to the pair.

“Not to sound imposing, but the elevator’s broke.” Loki glared hard at Thor once more before watching his brother walk away. 

Loki’s mouth opened and then closed again, looking off the the side you followed his gaze but found nothing of interest.

“You ok Loki?” His head snapped back with wide eyes.

He cleared his throat and nodded, “Would you like to get coffee?” He asked quickly, glancing behind him at Thor who was grinning like a mad man.

Once again you felt yourself warm up as you nodded a bit too quickly, “I think I’d really like that.” Loki’s face relaxed as he grabbed a jacket from the coat stand and pulled the door shut. “You take every girl who tracks you down for books out for coffee?” You teased, taking the stairs with him.

He smirked as he held the glass entry door for you, “Only the ones called Y/N.”

The Library

Summary: Reader is a book loving vampire. She finds Raphael’s hiding spot and she stays there, basically living there.

Characters: Reader, Raphael Santiago

Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV)

Word Count: 585

Disney Movie Writing Challenge, @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen 

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hey there! so i traveled from Baguio all the way to Manila to present a paper in this conference and i had tons of fun and met a lot of new and old friends (i was not able to take pictures with them, unfortunately). here are some poorly-taken photos of Manila while i was there. most of the photos here are taken in UPD, which is truly a wonderful place. i wanted to spend more time in one of its several libraries, but me and my thesis partner did not have enough time and energy for exploring because we were scheduled to present our study that afternoon and we were kind of nervous about it, haha. thankfully, our presentation went on very smoothly and we were able to communicate our points effectively. standing in front of a live audience (and not broadcasting cameras) for the first time was a very big thing for us and we were very happy that we made it through. it was a great day in overall, and the sunset from the taxi on the way home was equally as beautiful.

Black and White - Chapter 4

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff

Word Count: 4039 words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Mini Masterlist

Baekhyun stepped into the lecture hall and spotted you taking a nap. He noted that the seat beside you was occupied by a guy who was chattering with different girl next to him.

Striding up to him, Baekhyun planted his books on the table and jutted his head to the side. Understanding what Baekhyun was trying to convey, the boy immediately packed up his things and left his seat to search for another. He tried to hide the subtle roll of his eyes directed at his intruder but Baekhyun saw and chose not to comment on it because after all, the boy wasn’t in the wrong.

He plopped down on the seat next to you. Unfortunately for Baekhyun, the girl that was initially speaking to the boy whom had been shooed off seemed to have misunderstood the situation. She probably thought the shifting of seats was Baekhyun’s method of getting his way with her because she started an act of seduction.

She casually tugged her tank top lower and bit her lip provocatively. “Hey oppa, are you going to the party this weekend?” she questioned flirtatiously.

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Imagine: Being Sirius’ girlfriend and being best friends with the Marauders, Regulus, and Lilly. You force them all to have a sleepover together and secrets are revealed.

Not requested.

A/N: ANSGT WARNING! Also, I’m so happy with the way that last gif turned out! I’m such a loser lol (Sadly, I wasn’t able to find a good enough Regulus gif to fit in there though)

You were in Divinations class, trying your hardest to stay awake. Your boyfriend, Sirius, is shamelessly sleeping next to you, James is drawing on his face, Peter is staring up at the ceiling, and Remus is the only one actually taking notes.

Class eventually ends and you rush towards the door, you promised to meet your best friend Regulus before going to dinner with Lilly. It was difficult being friends with people who can’t stand to be around each other, but you loved them all so much, so you were willing to make it work.

“Y/N,” Your divination professor calls as you reach the door, “Can I speak to you for a moment.”

You sigh and walk up to her, “Yes Professor Opal?”

“I sense a very bad energy around you my dear,” You stare at her, a bit worried. Professor Opal has never been wrong with any of her predictions before, “Someone very close to you is in danger. A friend will die tonight if you cannot stop it.”

You heart races, “W-what?! Who?”

“That I do not know, I’m only telling you what I sense.”

“Thank you,” You nod, your head spinning. What do I do…?

Night fell, and you’re frantically pacing back and forth your dormitory, “Y/N? Will you tell me what’s wrong…?”

You ignore Lilly, once again. You finally come up with an idea, “Lilly! I need you to come with me!”

“What?! Where?” She says as you take her hand and drag her out of the dormitory. You don’t respond, you just drag her up to the Marauders’ dormitory, “Y/N, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but I’m not going in there!”

“Trust me Lilly! This is important!” You say, doing your secret knock on the boys’ door.

“Hello love!” Sirius says, opening the door, he looks confused when he sees Lilly, “Um… hey Evans…”

She nods awkwardly, “Hi…”

The moment he hears her name, James is on his feet, “Lillyflower! Just can’t stay away can you?!”

His face falls when he sees your expression, “What’s wrong Y/N?”

“Look, this is going to sound crazy, but we all need to spend the night in here tonight,” You explain, Lilly’s jaw instantly falls and she turns back towards the door, “Lilly! Wait!”

“I am not staying in here Y/N!” She enunciates.

“Please! Just listen to me!” You finally convince them to listen, and you explain what Professor Opal told you, “I’m bloody terrified. So, please just do this.”

They all share your worried expression at this point. Lilly was a bit skeptical as she never truly believed in divination, but even she knew that Professor Opal has never been wrong until now.

“I have to go get one more person, please just stay here.”

“Wait! Who else-” James’ voice is cut off as you shut the door and run off to look for Regulus.

You find him in the library; he planned on spending the night in there to study. It was Saturday tomorrow, but he had a make-up test scheduled in the evening, so he was a bit annoyed that you forced him to leave. He was even more annoyed when you told him he’d have to spend the night with his brother and his friends, but he was understanding when you told him why.

Sirius’ POV

“Who is she going to get mate?” James asks me.

“I don’t know, Alice?”

“Alice was in our dorm when she brought me here, she would have just brought both of us,” Lilly finally speaks up. Until now, the poor girl has just been sitting in awkward silence on Remus’ bed on the other end of the room, “Maybe she went to get Marlene.”

We sit in silence for a little while longer until Y/N finally knocks on the door. Peter rushes up to open the door, and my jaw drops. Regulus. I haven’t spoken to my brother since last summer, when I left home, I didn’t even know that Y/N was so close to Reg.

He stands there, even more awkwardly than Lilly, he gives a small wave, avoiding eye contact with me.


You all sit around in silence. At least they’re not fighting. You sigh and finally speak up, “We’re going to be here all night, we might as well do something.”

“How about truth or dare?” James suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at Lilly, who scoffs in response.

“Sounds good to me,” Regulus replies staring at his brother.  

You’re in the middle of your game and at this point, Sirius and Remus have switched clothes, you’ve made out with Sirius, Peter has his makeup done, and Lilly is on James’ lap -looking absolutely miserable.

“Sirius, truth or dare?” Regulus asks, every time Regulus’ turn comes up, he asks Sirius, and every time Sirius chooses dare.

Sirius puts his hands up in defeat, tired of being picked so much by his brother, “Truth.”

“Why did you leave?” The room falls silent.

A pained expression crosses his face, “You know why… I couldn’t stand to be around them anymore.”

Regulus nods, and Sirius continues, “Regulus, truth or dare?”

Peter is about say something about him not being allowed to question Regulus back but you stop him, “Truth.”

“When I left you didn’t say a word, why do you care now?” You can tell he’s trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice, and you take his hand and gently run your thumb over his knuckles in attempts to calm him.

“You think I wanted you to leave?!” Regulus says, his voice rising, “But what was I supposed to say Sirius? You just got up and bloody left!”

We sit in a tense silence for a moment; finally Regulus speaks up, “Sirius truth or dare?”


“Why didn’t you take me with you…?” His voice cracks slightly and your heart breaks for your best friend.

“I’m sorry Reg…” Sirius says, looking down. He looks up to see Regulus running his fingers through his hair, Sirius’ eyes widen as he sees something poking out from under the cuff of Regulus’ shirt.

Anger floods his eyes, and you gently whisper, “Sirius, don’t-”

“Regulus, truth or dare?”


“I dare you to roll up your sleeves,” Sirius interrupts.

“I picked truth Sirius,” Regulus chuckles nervously.

“I said roll up your goddamn sleeves Regulus!”
Regulus looks at you desperately, but you know there’s absolutely nothing you can do or say. Everyone stares at Regulus, he sighs and slowly rolls up both sleeves on by one. The second they see the dark mark on Regulus’ arm, James, Remus, and Peter pull out their wands, Lilly lets out a loud gasp, and Sirius looks away in disgust and hurt.

“GET OUT!” James roars, Regulus argues and James steps closer to him.

“STOP IT!” You cry, stepping between them, “It’s not what you guys think! Just stop!”

“You knew?!” Sirius finally speaks up, absolutely furious, “You knew Y/N, and didn’t tell me?!”

“Sirius,” You say calmly, “It wasn’t my place, just hear him out!”

“There’s nothing left to hear,” He responds.

“Will you listen to me for once Sirius?!” Regulus burst. Everyone shuts up and turns to him, “I had no choice, you left me in that house. I could either run like you or I could join what our family believes. But I don’t have friends like you, I had nowhere to run to. I’m sorry!”

Regulus breaks down into tears, the boys have put their wands away and look incredibly disappointed, and Lilly has tears in her eyes like you. Sirius takes everyone by surprise when he pulls Regulus into a tight hug, letting out a throaty sob, “We’re going to be okay. I promise Reg, I promise.”

After the sentimental mood dies down a bit, you decide to call it a night -hoping the danger has already passed. You use a duplication spell to create two more beds, and you push all the bed closer together to fit them. Everyone gets his or her own bed and you share with Sirius.

Once everyone is settled in, Sirius finally wraps his arms around you from behind and whispers in your ear, “I’m sorry for yelling at you my love. I should’ve trusted you knew what you were doing. Thank you for taking care of my brother for all these years Y/N.”

You turn in his arms and place a kiss against his lips, “You don’t have to apologize Sirius, I can’t even imagine what you had to go through.”

“I love you Y/N,” He whispers, the sadness is still prevalent in his voice.

“I love you too,” You say, kissing him once again.

The next morning, the seven of you make your way to the Great Hall, making sure no one saw you together. When you finally get inside, Dumbledore makes an announcement, “The library caught on fire last night, luckily no one was harmed, it will be closed off for today while we work on repairs.”

You and your friends exchange glances with one another and all turn to Regulus, who mouths back ‘thank you’.


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The Start of Something New Chapter 4 (Jughead x Reader)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

In which Jughead realizes how “perfect” the Reader really is.

“Y/N! Wait!“ Jughead ran after (Y/N) as she retreated to the closet in the library where they stored the books damaged by a pipe bursting a few months ago. His hand caught the door as she was about to slam it in his face. Archie, Veronica, and Betty stood at a distance, not wanting to intrude but still wanting to express their support.

Glancing at the three somewhat-insensitive teens, (Y/N) hesitantly let Jughead into the closet and shut the door.

“My friends are assholes, and sometimes I am too,“ Jughead started. “I’m so sorry they said that stuff, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) couldn’t decide whether to look into Jughead’s foggy blue eyes to confront him, or look away because she knew it would break her. He would break her. She shook her head, eyes closed. “I knew it,“ (Y/N) said, voice cracking. “I knew our friendship wasn’t real.“

“What do you mean, (Y/N)?“ Jughead ran a hand through his hair under his beanie, exasperated.

“You can stop pretending,“ (Y/N) said. Tears threatened to spill over. “You can go back to your perfect life now!“

“My life is far from perfect and you know that!“ He said, his face heated. “I’m basically homeless, my dad is a drunk and a drug dealer, and I was almost arrested for murder!“ He turned away from her, unable to look at someone who could make such a naïve assumption.

He wheeled back on her. “If anything, you’re the perfect one.” His eyes were narrowed, voice passive aggressive. He was the old Jughead. “At least you have a family! And a house! And you’re pretty and nice and smart! You’re normal. You’re just like Betty!”

(Y/N) inhaled sharply and tears began to flow. Her fists were clenched and for the first time since he’d known her, (Y/N) raised her voice.

“I am nothing like Betty!“

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Had to Give You Away: Part 2B (Lin/Reader)

Summary:  Lin was the foundation on which you built your life, until he wasn’t anymore. The two of you decide to rebuild.

You can find the first part here.

You can find Part 2A here.

Note: This is the happy ending!

A huge thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog and @fragmentofmymind for reading this as it progressed.

Word Count: 3172

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Introducing: Pfclibrary

Tired of being unable to see more than the first 200 phanfics hosted under each letter of the library? Tired of staring at an authors list that gives you nothing more than a url and a link to that authors phanfic list? Well, have we got an upgrade for you!

Introducing the New and Improved Phanfictioncatalogue Library, now hosted at pfclibrary!

Brought to you by the admins of the @phanfictioncatalogue team, and our brilliant coder @dilisinlove, we introduce to you the brand new phanfiction library!

Here, we will strive to create a full collection of all of the phanfics and phanfic authors who are currently, or who have ever been, in the phandom, with works still posted and hosted live for us to see!

So, what does this change mean?

Well, I’m glad you asked!

  1. First and foremost, you will see a change in where the phanfiction library is hosted. The link on the @phanfictioncatalogue blog will no longer take you to a navigation page on the phanfictioncatalogue, but to this blog instead, which is dedicated entirely to the library!
  2. All asks regarding submissions of fics, or authors desiring to be added to the library, will now go through the pfclibrary ask box, rather than the phanfictioncatalogue, allowing the catalogue admins to focus more on finding fics and building masterlists! 
  3. There will be very few actual posts on this blog, as this blog is dedicated to keeping the library updated at all times, rather than answering asks! We will be answering asks, however, if there is a need, and we will post updates regularly on what we might be doing if there is a change or an issue with the library itself!
  4. Soon, very soon, we will be hosting admin applications to find a new team of admins devoted to adding phanfics, fixing broken links, and helping us to create a new and improved, more useful authors page!
  5. Also very soon, the admins of both blogs will be launching a campaign to improve our authors list, but more on that later, so keep an eye out for ways to help us!
  6. Currently, the Authors page is completely under construction, and therefore there are no authors entered. Please stay tuned before asking to be added to the authors page, as new information is coming very, very soon!

Stay tuned, because we’ve got so much more to come!


Hello! We’re starting a new podcast project in the hopes of reaching a wide community of young artists, poets, writings, musicians, and creative people of all kinds. The Artist Library Podcast is a joining together of history, art, and inspiration. We’re hoping to create a community of diverse artists and creatives that can inspire one another to grow and learn. We only have our intro episode out (it’s only about 8 minutes long) which you can listen to here on soundcloud to learn more about what the full-length episodes will be like. Our first official episode will be coming out this Friday and the podcast will hopefully be up on iTunes by then as well. Hope you enjoy listening and you reach out to us if you’re a creator! Thank you so much!


I am just checking in real quick.. having a busy couple of days here with my kids. Thanks to work, homeschool, finally visiting all of the libraries in town(there are several to choose from), cooking, laundry, watching movies together or playing computer games.. basically just our usual weekday stuff.

I so love having them here.

I want to still write up how the rest of my Birmingham trip went but I need to find the time. Look for it sometime this week.

I also have some upcoming plans for this weekend that could be very interesting. Perhaps more to come on that later too.

Oh, and I was driving to the library tonight with my daughter in the front seat and my son in the back. It was rush hour and we were at a dead stop. I happened to look to my left at the cars stopped going the other direction and there was a guy who was looking over at me (no mistaking it.. right at me). My sudden turn caught him off guard and literally his whole body moved while he broke into a cheesy smile. I could not help but return a quick smile because his reaction was kind of comical. My daughter laughed out loud and said “oh my gosh did you see that guy?!” I told her.. “yes, shut up!” (not in a mean way, but a playful .. ‘hey no teasing me’ way) Then I said, “that is happening more and more lately.” She commented about how funny the guy’s reaction was. Then she said “he was oooolllld!” For some reason I defended him saying he was probably only in his 40s.

He was not bad looking tbh and he was driving a nice car. He had almost a Tony Stark type look to him. Traffic moved again in both directions right after that so “oh well.. bye Tony!”


The Winchester Way Part 6

Summary: Y/N learns about The Way and speaks with her father.

Characters: Reader, Kevin, Sam, Gadreel, Allen, Jo

Word Count: 2,523

Warnings: Angst, Mild Torture, Mentions of Torture, Implied Brutality, Mentions of Death/Character Death

A/N: Part 6! Fairly tame chapter. I would like to thank my Creative Collaborators, @sis-tafics and @reigningqueenofwords for all of their help and support and feedback. I would also like to thank @winsister91 and @jensensjaredsandmishaslover for listening to my ramblings and helping me sort my thoughts. Seriously, this part wouldn’t have happened without all of these people’s help and encouragement. And lastly, thank you to my followers and the TWW tags for being so patient and understanding while I tried to get my writing back on track. And as always, HEED THE WARNINGS!

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The Sexual Escapades of A Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived - Teaser

So this weekend @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I have several things planned for you. And we don’t want to say too much, but we can spoil that sex features heavily in all of them. (*snort*)  But, um. Especially Friday’s.

Which features a rotating cast of characters in a variety of embarrassing positions, that were way too fun to write. Posting on Friday, by @l0vegl0wsinthedark, check out a teaser from the newest chapter.

Chapter Sixteen: Housewarming

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I Despise You - Edmund x Reader (Pt.4)

Warnings: none

Characters: Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie and (Y/N)

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Blurb (???i think???): (requested by @alwaysinnarnia) The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…

Tagging: @alwaysinnarnia @wantingtobekorra sorry if I missed someone!!


As (Y/N) glided down one of the many hallways of Cair Paravel towards the dinning area, a series of thoughts appeared and began weave themselves into her brain.

At first, it was the question of ‘What’s being served tonight?’ and her happy expression followed by a very strange action of twiddling her thumbs. There was a slight skip in (Y/N)’s step and through the silence she thought she heard herself unconsciously humming.

Yes she was happy, and yes she seemed like every one of her problems were as small as can be; until she spotted Edmund Pevensie in the hallway, staring at a painting set on the wall of his sister’s. He had his arms behind his back and his eyebrows knitted tightly together in a worried manner.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows as well and moved quietly behind him at a fair distance and said, “Dinner’s that way, King Edmund.”

She heard the quiet breathing of the king in front of her as he tilted his head to the side. “Susan’s face looks quite crooked, don’t you think?”

“I think yours does but I don’t comment.” She retorted happily.

He turned around to face (Y/N), his arms still crossed behind his back. His expression quite firm.

(Y/N) stated, “I was just kidding.”

“Yes I know.”

The silence that followed numbed her ears as she searched Edmund’s dark eyes and the crown atop his head.

(Y/N) cleared her throat to break the silence. “So, aren’t you coming to dinner?”

“Unfortunately, no. I have a meeting.”

“Do you mind if I come?”

He chuckled softy and took one step closer towards her. “I don’t think you’ll be interested in talking about the transportation method of our resources.”

“Oh.” (Y/N) said with a small smile across her face. “Well then I’ll see you later if you don’t mind, I wanted that book you were talking about during training.”

“Of course. Have a nice dinner.”

She gave a small bow and walked off, disappearing behind a column in the hall.

For the past week, Edmund and (Y/N) have been training every day, and each day there was an argument or disagreement over something. Yes, they had made a sort of peace in the kitchen but it was unlikely to last for the rest of the time they knew each other.

But today, there were no arguments or stupid things to fight over.

(Y/N) approached the door of the dining room and entered, only to meet eyes with an unfamiliar man sitting across from Peter. They both stood as she shut the door.

“Please (Y/N) take a seat, Lucy and Susan will be dining in a different room.”

“What’s going on?” She inquired, the sound of her heart becoming louder and louder. “Did something happen?”

(Y/N) took a seat next to Peter and shifted uncomfortably as the stranger began to settle his eyes on her. She glared unknowingly, surveying his eyes before the man looked towards the king again.

“I apologise that I arrived on such short notice, my Lord.” He said, and (Y/N) quickly picked up his slight accent which sounded slightly like hers; subtle, but still there.

“(Y/N),” Peter said. “This is Yaro; and he’s carrying a message from your family. He will explain why he travelled all the way here soon. If you have any problems, at all, let me know immediately.”

The man with a scruffy beard stood, placed a hand over his heart and bowed low; the sign of respect shown before a noble in Doorn. “I am grateful for letting me speak with Knight (Y/N). It will not take long I assure you.”

Peter’s blue eyes glinted in the sunlight bathing the dining hall. He sent (Y/N) a look of comfort and placed his arm on her elbow for reassurance before walking off; the door that shut behind him released a small echo.

She was then left alone with the stranger and the distant sound of kitchen utensils and voices were all she wanted to focus on. She noticed her quickened heartbeat as she clamped her fingers around the armrest of her chair.

“What news do you bring, Yaro?” (Y/N) managed to say with a steady voice. His empathetic stare made her extra worried.

“There has been an incident in the city, with our resources,” he sighed. “The royal family still has debts to pay and trades to complete.”

The Knight sighed and worry pricked at her chest. “Which countries are asking for their resources?”

“My Lady,” he said cautiously. “They’re more so demanding than asking; and they’re asking for double of our weapons and oil now that it has been 7 days since the demand was received..”

(Y/N) looked directly at him with a firm expression, but he knew she was scared. “And if we don’t provide them?”

“Tashbaan will wage war on us.”


As (Y/N) sat in the library, her candle flickering in the cold, she could not say that she wasn’t intending to stay here for the rest of the night.

She had rushed to Peter after the meeting with Yaro, he kindly rejected her offer to stay here the night and rest, her worries increasing more than ever before.

She had refused to cry after the three siblings had embraced her and told her they’d do everything they could to help the country. Of course she felt comforted, but not as much to stop the feelings of her wanting to leave. Tashbaan was a great city of a great country; there was no doubt that if they waged war on Doorn, they would prevail.

(Y/N) shivered in her nightgown, she expected the warm night to be spread throughout the castle, but the library was always a cold place.

She yawned as she picked up one of the several claims Tashbaan had sent to her parents about weapons. Usually, (Y/N) was always the one sorting out letters of business when she was at home. Her parents were far to proud to think they needed to answer any letters except ones from Cair Paravel or Narnia; which always made (Y/N) laugh.

In the letter, Tashbaan demanded for the amount of swords made in two years, which was around 80,000, and 90 barrels of oil. That was far more than any country had ever asked from them, and the city wants the provisions given to them in 8 months.

(Y/N) sighed and placed her head in her hands, brushing her hair back with cold fingers. Then there was an abrupt sound of the wind, swinging the window open and blowing half of the letters on the desk away. The candle was now a stub and (Y/N) had no other way to light it. She rushed to the window and slammed it shut, not giving half a damn that people were sleeping only a couple of flights of stairs up.

The room was bathed in the light of the half moon and the night seemed peaceful and wonderful as she gazed out the window. She didn’t want to leave.

“(Y/N)?” A voice said, making her jump and grab the dagger strapped to her calf.

She turned quickly and saw the face of Edmund in the light of a candle. He looked tired and worried and handsome all at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” He asked quietly, softly.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She replied, sheathing her dagger.

She noticed sweat marks on the front of his shirt as he moved closer towards her. He took a hand and placed it on her shoulder, sending a feeling of warmth through her body. She studied him, his eyes were golden in the candlelight and his freckles were coloured gold, giving her heart a strange tugging feeling.

“What’s the matter?” He asked genuinely, removing his hand from her with his eyebrows furrowed.

“You heard, didn’t you?” (Y/N) stated, making her way to the floor to pick up the letters that were blown away. “My country is in trouble.”

“It was mentioned at the meeting earlier, but there were no details. How bad is it?”

She stopped with her hands clamped around the edge of the desk. Taking a seat, she handed over the letter she was just reading to the king.

“Aslan…” he whispered. “This isn’t enough time.”

“Oh really? I had no clue.” She added angrily. “My sister and my brother’s weddings are cancelled; they were too stupid to read the letters they had tucked away for the past three months. I told them, persisted them, to keep record of our trading system as soon as I left. And look what happens.”

Edmund placed the candle where the other once was, and leaned over (Y/N) to get a further look at the letters before her.

“I never should’ve left,” the swordswoman said sincerely.

She felt King Edmund kneel onto the floor and take a letter she was about to crumble from her hand.

His warm hand held her small, tight fist softly, in an attempt to calm her. Surely, she loosed her hand and he let his fall away; the sense of warmth leaving her.

“We can fix this,” he said quietly, his voice soothing her. “You don’t need to leave.”

(Y/N) turned her head and their eyes met; he seemed worried for her.

“Edmund, we can barely provide the resources for a year, let alone two. There is no possible way for us to go around this without a war taking place.”

He averted his eyes to the candle he had brought, and stared thoughtfully. (Y/N) didn’t want to leave Cair Paravel, it was like her second home. She would miss the people and the Pevensie siblings of course. But, somewhere in her heart, she knew she didn’t want to leave Edmund; no matter what stupid arguments they had.

“We could provide you with some of the resources we’re about to get.”

(Y/N) stopped her thoughts and frowned, “What?”

The King sighed, “We have extra provisions of oil and iron. We can offer you a third of them; if you would let us.“

The young woman frowned, her pride getting the best of her. “If it’s for pity, I don’t want anything from you.”

Edmund furrowed his eyebrows, his lips drew into a thin line and his eyes darkened despite the warm glow of the candle. “What?”

She stood abruptly and began to collect the letters, her hands working quickly in order to get out of the library. She didn’t know what came over her, but she didn’t want her country to be saved because of pity.

“(Y/N) stop.” Edmund stated, but she continued to shuffle around the letters into a pile.

”(Y/N),“ he repeated, and as she turned to leave, he caught her gently by her elbow.

They locked eyes, worry clear in their expressions.

“I need to be with my family.”

“You need support.” He stated. “I’m offering you help because Doorn my ally and you’re-”

“Please don’t say friend.” She said just as worriedly.

Edmund chuckled, his smile making (Y/N) laugh a bit. “You don’t want to put the weight onto your family when we’re here to help.”

(Y/N) didn’t nod, nor reply, she just sighed and moved Edmund’s hand away from her elbow.

“I don’t know what I should do,” she muttered, almost to herself, but he still heard.

“Use our provisions, stay for the meeting we have and then you could go back and see your family. As long as you know that they’re safe that’s all that matters, right?”

(Y/N) sighed. “I don’t want to take advice from you, but that makes sense. Unfortunately.”

“Hey,” he said. “As long as you’re here, we could still argue.”

She smiled. “That’s true.”

The moment of silence that followed made (Y/N) think of how hungry she was. “I want to eat something.”

Edmund raised his eyebrows. “Do I look like a cook?”

Rolling her eyes, she took the candle from the desk she was using and exited the library, making her way towards the kitchens.

She heard the king’s sigh, but not long after did he follow her out and they spent most of their night talking about training and how nice the potatoes were.



“The Rook can’t move diagonally, (Y/N).”

“It just did.”

The King sat with his head in his hands, frustrated at (Y/N) for the fourth time today; and she knew it.

She rolled her eyes. “Why are you teaching me this anyway?”

“Because I have nobody to compete against since all of my siblings are busy.” He stated.

“Why aren’t you busy?” (Y/N) inquired.

“Well, you’re a handful, so yes.”

She was close to throwing the pawn she had taken from him while playing before Susan had knocked on the door. She appeared in Edmund’s room with a tired expression on her face, waving a hand lazily to say hello before collapsing into a nearby armchair.

“Hello to you too,” Edmund scoffed. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”

His sister almost shuddered at the word. “Sleep is a waste of time when you’ve got a large feast to plan.”

“A feast?” (Y/N) stated hopefully as her ears perked up.

“It’s for the guests we have in Cair Paravel at the moment. You’ve seen a couple of lords and knights, haven’t you?”

The swords woman laughed. “Oh please, like I have enough time for that?“

“Just stop training with this idiot and help me organise this feast.”

“Hey!” Edmund exclaimed, examining the chess board, repositioning some of the pieces (Y/N) had placed wrong.

Susan rolled her crystal eyes and stood from the comfortable chair. “The feast is tomorrow, I suppose you have something to wear…” Her voice sounded far too hopeful.

“Fortunately, no,” (Y/N) replied, her eyes focusing on the way Edmund moved around the pieces on the chess board. “I could sleep instead.”

“I agree.” Edmund piped up.

Susan sucked in a breath and stared, “Both of you will be attending this feast and you have no choice. Edmund.” She finally said, catching the attention of The King.

His brown eyes were quite large and his eyebrows were raised, “What?”

“A specific someone will be attending…” she said half teasingly, half annoyed.

A groan escaped Edmund’s lips as (Y/N) frowned. “Who?” She inquired.

Susan smirked and exited the room, shutting the door softly behind her. (Y/N) turned her attention to Edmund, who was lying down on his bed with his hands covering his face, and asked him, “Who is she talking about?”

Edmund used his elbows to sit up and (Y/N)’s eyes peeked at the line of skin exposed at his stomach. She noticed, almost every couple of lessons, that Edmund was strong, but also quick and agile. A great combination for a fighter, in her eyes.

“A princess,” He replied, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Of Archenland.”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows raised. “Oh, Aslan…” a laugh escaped her lips, and not long after did her fit of laughter continue; making it harder and harder to breathe.

Through her laughs, she could only form a sentence, “Your sister’s setting you up!”

Edmund sat with a smile on his face and a hand covering his eyes. “Shut up.” (Y/N) felt tears in her eyes and her stomach was cramping severely.

She put on a serious face in a matter of seconds and began to fan herself. “Oh, your Highness!” she began, mocking the supposed princess with a pitchy voice. “I am desperate for your hand, please let me be your queen!”

“Shut up,” he laughed quietly, sitting up more. “She doesn’t sound like that.”

“What does she sound like?” (Y/N) laughed.

“She sounds nice,” he said with his eyebrows raised. “Doesn’t need your mockery that’s for sure.”

“Of course she does,” (Y/N) stated. “Everyone needs my mockery.”

Edmund leaned closer to her. “You mock me enough for everyone else.”

(Y/N)’s smile turned mischievous. “Well of course.”

He placed the chess board away from between them and sat there, his body was close enough so they could touch knees. “And if I didn’t like it?”

“But you do,” she replied, feeling herself leaning closer. His smirk was something that made her heart beat furiously.

“Well,” he said, pausing slightly. “I guess we’re going to have to change that.”

They were close enough to almost touch noses, but they didn’t. She glanced at his lips once, then focused back on his darkened eyes.

Before she could get a chance to whisper something sarcastic, Edmund grabbed her waist and lay her down onto the mattress quickly; his hands pinning her forearms at her sides.

His breath smelt like sweet chocolate, (Y/N) noticed, before she said, “You can’t beat me at my own game. I win every single time.”

“Well then show me how you do it,” he teased back, his lips hovering a couple of inches from hers.

(Y/N) smirked, noticing he didn’t trap her legs with his; rookie mistake. Quicker than Edmund had anticipated, she wrapped her legs around his torso and used the weight of her body to flip them over, a small grunt escaping her lips.

His wrists were trapped under her hands, and her knees were still on either side of him. No matter how many times they had done this game at training, she always won.

His hair was somewhat disheveled and his teeth were shining through his smile. “I have a new move.”

“Mhm, and that is?”

He attempted to sit up, but his head flopped back down onto the mattress when he noticed his hands were trapped, making the young woman laugh. “Can you let go of me? I just want to show you.”

His voice was lower now, more mysterious, and in the back of her mind the thought of wanting to kiss him was too much; but she put that aside. Reluctantly, she let go of his wrists.

She expected him to move quickly, knocking her off him with his hands or something. But he sat up slowly instead, using his hands to take her waist. She felt her heart beating so fast, it might have exploded.

“Wrap your legs around me again,” he said softly, his fingers digging lightly in her waist through her tunic.

Her heart thumped loudly and she knew that he could hear it, because she could hear his. She, to Edmund’s surprise, did what he asked and wrapped her legs around his torso and he moved her closer into his lap.

If (Y/N) was being honest, she wouldn’t let anyone hold her like this, let anyone see her like this; but with Edmund, she could do this all day.

The heavy breathing of both the knights mixed with each other, and before (Y/N) could lean in, Edmund snapped her fingers in front of her face. “(Y/N).”

She snapped out of her thoughts and returned to him. The chess board was still between them and she was still sitting across of him. “Sorry I got distracted.”

He didn’t smile but he looked amused. “Distracted with what?”

(Y/N)’s face suddenly contorted with anger. “It’s none of your business that’s what.”

The King’s face fell. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t care about who is betrothed to you for Aslan’s sake!”

“What? (Y/N)-” Edmund began before she stood abruptly and fixed her breeches. “Where are you going?”

“Helping Susan. Don’t think I’ll be at training tomorrow, because I won’t.”

Edmund stood and approached her as she opened the door. “What’s wrong, (Y/N)? If it’s about your family, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

She scoffed. “I don’t need a pitiful reason to be angry.” She turned the handle of the door and as she exited, banged it shut.

Before she continued down the hallway, she paused at the wall outside of his door and thought, ‘Why am I angry?’. She knew it wasn’t the fact that there was a princess coming to see him, and it wasn’t his constant, annoying reassurance that her family would be okay. No, it wasn’t any of that.

She sighed and rested her head on the wall, trying to calm her beating heart. “What is it?” She whispered to herself.

And it was long before she realised, as she approached her bedroom chambers, that the reason why she was angry wasn’t any of those things; it was because her daydream wasn’t real.

Ravenclaws are scary people, aka what should have happened had the House of Ravenclaw been as stereotyped

- Lockhart wouldn’t have lasted a week before someone cross sourced his so called books. There would have been an insurrection because how dare he sabotage their education! And tell LIES?!
- Lupin would have been identified as a werewolf within two months, but the older Ravens make everyone in their house swear an unbreakable vow to never tell a single soul about it. They finally have a decent DADA teacher and they are NOT risking their knowledge provider. When Snape outs him, they retaliate viciously. No one ever finds out who was behind either the massive amount of pranks nor the no less massive pile of complaints about his lack of teaching skills and the danger he puts his students in by not reigning his snakes in despite the volatility of the potions they are making. Evidence of both are sent to every magical adult in the country, as well as to the ICW and some international newspapers. Snape is fired not a week later.
- don’t get me started on Umbridge. 99% of her decrees are taken as personal insult by the Ravens.
“ "No more than three students at the same time”?? Does she knows what that implies? We can’t eat in the great hall anymore. Or sleep in the dorms. Or be in the common room. PAVARTI WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE IN CLASS SHE IS BANNING US FROM LEARNING PAVARTI THIS IS NOT FUNNY YOU MIGHT BE MY TWIN BUT I WILL HURT YOU IF YOU LAUGH ONE MORE TIME! Get me Granger she’ll understand me and we can … OMG THAT MEANS EVEN THE LIBRARY IS OFF LIMIT THAT’S IT THE BITCH IS DEAD I guess you’ll have to come and visit me in Azkaban Pavarti because I’m going to kill the heathen myself.“
"Only theory and no practical and we’re supposed to take our NEWTs this year this is not okay at all how are we supposed to do this and half the things in this ‘book’ are false I can’t take this much longer” * Antony Goldstein writes his lawyer of a father and the Ravenclaw alumni association’s president. Umbridge’s lack of qualifications are made public knowledge within twenty four hours. Within forty eight, she has been removed from Hogwarts and the RAA has joined forces with the HHA to make sure such a travesty never happens again.
- Hogwarts’ occupation period. Ravenclaws organising underground classes to make sure the younger years get a decent education. Secret textbooks distributions. Black market for defensive spells. Ravenclaws still doing their best to study hard in these trying conditions because they will not let these bastards endanger their future career plans. Boycotting classes and living in the library. Fifth year and over students not going to the mandatory gathering in the great hall because OWLs and NEWTs are in less than a month.
*Loud noise outside the library*
A seventh year looking hagard as he emerges from his pile of books to glare at everyone in the room: “SHHH!”
*Spellfire, yells and cries*
A fifth year looking up from his treaty on the history of the Magical Roman Empire and of its battles against the picts and their secret magic: “Some of us are trying to study here!”
*More spellfire, the walls of the library shake*
Tiny seventh year of undetermined gender, wearing last week’s robes and with dark circles around their eyes, marching up to the door and throwing it open to glare at everyone fighting in the corridor: “Excuse me some of us are trying to make sure that the pisspoor management of this school doesn’t totally screw over our future so if you would be so kind as to BE FUCKING QUIET SO WE FAN ACTUALLY GET SOME STUDYING DONE THAT WOULD BE NICE, NOW FUCK OFF!” *Slams the door shut, goes back to their treaty on how the tragedy of the library of Alexandria changed the way library wards were set up*
*Silence. Then the door explodes*
Irma Pince, Ravenclaw alumni, current librarian, appears out of nowhere, armed with a small army of flying books with many teeth: “NO MAGIC IN THE LIBRARY!”
The flying books are enchanted Lockhart’s books. At least that way the poor mistreated papers could still prove useful in preserving knowledge by protecting the library.
A stray death eater spell sets the Arithmancy aisle on fire.
As one, every single Ravenclaw reacts.
Of the death eater contingent that came into the library, none survived.

POP Sherlock Exhibit Part 2!

I know I promised that I would update on the first post in two weeks a loooooooonnnnng time ago, but here I am updating it after a month and a half, so sorry about that.

If you haven’t seen the first part of the post, here’s the link: Part 1

This part of the post will add in more things such as the artifacts from the exhibit I forgot to take pictures for the first time I was there, as well as the Arthur Conan Doyle Collection room! :D

Introduction to the TV/Film adaption section:

Just a little history.

Granada Series Adaptation

As I mentioned last time, I forgot to take pictures for the Granada Series, but! I took a second trip there and took more pictures! So here we go:

Very iconic picture:

(^^ I think the second picture is from the later version?)

Two pictures of Holmes by himself:

*whispers* I’m straight for Jeremy Brett ;)

RDJ Poster for American Library Association

Yes, I was confused too until I read the description:

Italian Poster for the Seven Percent Solution


Theatre Programmes

(Here’s two that I’ve posted last time, just to keep it here to have the post organized):

Also there was this:

??? I… uh… I don’t know how to feel about this???

Our beloved BBC Sherlock Manga Series

Interesting to see all the different versions of covers. Besides the first one on the left, I’ve never seen the others.

(Sorry that I forgot to take a picture of the info, but I assume that we all know enough about BBC Sherlock series)

Arthur Conan Doyle’s Letter

If you couldn’t read the words on the paper:

“In this letter to his editor of the Strand Magazine, Conan Doyle expressed the belief that ‘Holmes must preserve his dignity’ if he were to appear in an advertisement. Since that time Holmes has appeared in several hundred advertisements for a wide variety of products. In terms of preserving his dignity in the process, the results have been mixed.”

*cough* mixed in deed *cough*

Here’s ACD’s letter in MANUSCRIPT:

Simply gorgeous and graceful handwriting. <3

The next update is on the Arthur Conan Doyle special collection, keep an eye out if you are interested. Let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged for updates!

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anonymous asked:

I've finally finished my video project! It's only taken me three days with 4 hours sleep but it's done so all I have left to finish is my essay then I'm free!! I don't want to be annoying but can I request another bts reaction... I'd love their reaction to you working late at the library so they come and surprise you ❤️❤️ Thank you for writing these for us 🌸

Yay! Finally!I hope that by the time I post this you’re already done with your essay, and I hope that you get good grades on both :) Best of luck! And it’s my pleasure to be writing these for you guys <3

BTS’ reaction to you working late in the library

Jin: Seokjin frowned worriedly. He knew that you were studying hard in the library, and he missed you so much. He smiled and took out the ingredients to prepare your favorite soup. He emptied the pot into a thermos and took it with him to the library. As he pushed open the door he smiled sadly at the sight in front of him. You slept soundly on top of all your papers, pencil still in hand. He set the thermos on the table, and took the pencil out of your hand while gently rubbing your back to wake you up. You looked up at him through your blurry vision and he knew how tired you must have been as you both ate in silence.

“Jagiya, I love you, and I will always support you in anything you do. I will always be behind you, so don’t be afraid to let yourself fall and let me handle things okay?”

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Suga: Almost everyone you knew thought of Yoongi as a workaholic and a bad boyfriend because he never had any time to spend with you. But you knew the truth. All Yoongi wanted was to become a successful musician, and he was so passionate about his career, it stunned you. That was one of reasons you feel in love with him, his passion. He inspired you to be just like him, hard working and dedicated. You rubbed the bleariness out of our eyes and resumed reading your textbook. You were so concentrated that you didn’t hear Yoongi enter the library until he placed his pale hands on your warm shoulders. You jumped in surprise, “Yoongi? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?” He pouted at how ridiculous you were being.

“You really are my girlfriend huh? You would rather be studying than be with me. Don’t worry jagiya, from now on I’ll make sure to have more time to be with you.”

Originally posted by kookie-monstah

J-Hope: Hoseok sighed as he threw himself onto the couch. He hadn’t seen you in three days, and he could already feel his mood deteriorating with every passing second that he wasn’t with you. A clear droplet slipped out of his eye and traced a shiny path down his cheek. He shakily wiped it away with his thumb and his breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t realized how much he loved you until now, and how much of an effect your absence had on him. He pushed himself off of the couch and decided to drive to the library where you had told him you would be studying. He doubted whether you would still be there or not, but his desperation won out in the end. He was willing to do anything just to see you. He haphazardly parked in front of the library and ran to the entrance. His tears returned when he saw your beautiful figure reaching up for a book on a high shelf. A broken sob slipped past his lips and he ran toward you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. “Hoseok? what’s wrong?” you whispered. Hoseok sniffled and buried his head into your shoulder, enjoying the feeling of your warmth.

“Please, don’t leave me. I just want to hold you for a little while longer. Please don’t ever leave me jagiya…”

Originally posted by jiminsjamsjams

Rap Monster: Namjoon felt so lonely lately without you to keep him company. You hadn’t seen each other for a week, and he felt a terrible ache in his heart every time he thought of holding you. He knew that education was important, but right now he loathed it for taking you away from him. He had had enough of waiting for you, he couldn’t wait any longer. He drove quickly to the library and ran up the steps to see you. He shyly peeked in through the large display window and immediately saw that you were the only person left in the library. He pushed the heavy glass door open with his fingertips and walked to the table where you sat. He gently grasped your wrist in his hand and pulled you from your seat. “Namjoon wait! My stuff!”

“Come on jagiya, I haven’t seen you in a whole week, I think we deserve at least one night together.”

Originally posted by jookyunhoe

Jimin: Jimin smiled at the vendor and tipped the young boy five dollars as he grabbed the styrofoam cups. He couldn’t wait to surprise you at the library. He placed them in his car’s cup holders, and drove carefully to the library. He knew that hot cocoa was one of your favorite things to drink on a cold night like this. He walked slowly up the smooth, cold, stone steps, careful not to spill a drop. He pushed the door open with his back and walked to the lone table where you sat. He set down the cups on the table and you smiled tiredly up at him. “Jimin! You have no idea how much I needed this! Thank you.” You sipped the soothing drink and when you pulled the cup away, foam was covering your entire upper lip. He smiled at you and kissed you softly while reaching up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“You have no idea how much I needed you.”

Originally posted by prkjimi

V: Taehyung and you went directly to the library after classes had ended and he watched as you busied yourself with your school projects. He eventually drifted into unconsciousness, as you ran to and fro busily. Taehyung opened one eye slowly and yawned. Surely you had to be done by now, it was so late, that even the librarian had gone home for the night! He scrunched up his nose in confusion when he saw you heading towards the table with another pile of books in your hand. “Oh good. you’re awake!” You smiled and set the stack of books on the table. He shook his head no as he realized that you were planning on staying longer. 

“No jagiya, you’re coming home and you’re going to sleep with me.”

Originally posted by aestaetically

Jungkook: Kookie pouted sadly as he looked at you from afar, wishing he could talk to you. He gulped nervously just thinking about it. He stayed in the corner of the library, losing track of time as he stared at your perfect self. He glanced at his watch and his eyes widened in shock. His mother was going to kill him! What were you still doing in the library at two in the morning?! He shoved his things into his book bag and pulled his sleeves down over his hands. He stepped in front of your table and you glanced up at him in surprise. “What are you still doing here Kookie?”

“Eh? You know my name? I mean, you should probably go home now, um, I’ll walk you if you want?”

Originally posted by soojoongi

I’m sorry this took so long guys, I didn’t have time to type anything so here I am typing this before I go to bed haha. Thank you guys so much for being patient! I love you all! Also, I was listening to Run’s piano version while I was typing, and that’s why J-Hope’s is so emotional. Hehe, sorry music just brings out my best writing moods.

For Flower Anon~

Dance with Devils - Charming Book- Vol. 4 Shiki  (Translation)


I translated Shiki’s drama CD from Charming Book series. It’s based on the legend of the Pied Piper of Hamelin. Enjoy! ^^

Special thanks to @violet-sin for the opportunity to listen and translate this wonderful drama CD! <3 :D

If you spot any mistakes, please let me know, so I can correct them. Thanks! ;D

And please don’t repost!

Japanese title: アクマに囁かれ魅了されるCD「Dance with Devils -Charming Book-」 Vol.4 シキ / ドラマCD (平川大輔)

English title: Captivating CDs Whispered by the Devil: Dance with Devils - Charming Book Vol. 4 Shiki (CV. Hirakawa Daisuke)

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