the absent friends

Patronus

word count: 1.8 K

tags: patronus, drarry, eighth year

Harry held out his hand, “Start over?” he was smiling hesitantly, his eyes showing his worry. Draco took his hand, it was larger than he thought it would be, dry and calloused like a laborer rather than a wizard. Harry’s grip was firm and his smile grew more certain and hopeful. After the first failed handshake, Draco had never allowed himself to think Harry would ever look at him like that.

Draco remembered the hope, the warm flutter of nerves that would bloom into happiness over time, “Expecto Patronum.” he held his breath as he opened his eyes, half expecting to see flesh-eating slugs spilling from his wand. Instead, he saw a thin silvery mist, stretching and curling around him even as it slowly began to dissipate.

His breath caught in excitement. Perhaps he could. Perhaps he might be worthy after all.

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England: And since when are you and Prussia such wonderful friends?  

France: Since he died. 

Prussia: Since France lost his empire. 

France: Since Prussia can no longer constantly threaten the safety of my country. 

Prussia: Since France’s revolutionary behavior no longer effects the security of all of Europe. 

France: Since Prussia’s power-hungry behavior can’t take land I earned away from me. 

Prussia: And since France has failed to stop Germany from unifying. Yeah– 

France: –We’re the best of friends.    

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primrose - i can’t live without you

azalea - take care of yourself for me

zinnia - memory of an absent friend

poppy - eternal sleep, oblivion

tulip - there’s sunshine in your smile

jonquil - love me

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Based on Double Occupancy by DangerousNotBroken

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Begin Again by profound-boning

coffee and warriors by justkeeponwriting

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Even Angels Need Angels by starespressos

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made by dorkilysoulless

Featherfall by awolfinyourbed

Flocked by BlueMasquerade

from first until forever by teacass 

Germination by amoosebouche

Hide and Seek by PersephoneShadow

Hot Bots in Love by The Pamela Oracle

I Dream of Thee by Amethystaris

I Got This by KitsuneArashi

infinite ink by superhoney

invisible faces by museaway

Just My Luck by DeadlykittenKay

The Knight and The Blacksmith by jhoomwites

Lay It On The Line by oops-i-accidentally-destiel

Lay Your Hands On Me by GeekPrincess

Learning the Script by NeonDomino

Let Go by RipUpTheEnding

Let’s Skate! by Lucy Writes

Letters to an absent friend by randomdestielgirl

Life, Death, and The Sweet Taste of Honey. by Tfw-Destiel-Cockles-Misha

the light of falling stars by LoveIsNotAVictoryMarch

Liminality by theartofangirling

Love is an Open Door by DoctorTrekLock

Lunch Break by hullosweetpea

Nowhere To Go by wideawakeandwriting

One Good Reason by Serenhawk 

Ostara by Desirae 

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A Romance For The Books by mysticmajestic

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The Sphere of Asmodia by whichstiel

Spinning In Circles (Literally) by samikitten

Tale as Old As Time by Lilit Nikiforov

A Tale of Two Lovers by a_dusky_gold

Thawing Out by lebearpolar

This Flight Tonight by blue_morning

Thunderstruck by PunsandPoses

A Touch of Evil by Grumpyphoenix

The Tower Room by hermionejean

Vampire by NavajoLovesDestiel

Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ by thrisha

When I’m Homeward Bound Again by scones-and-texting-and-murder

Words Are Very Unnecessary by Zaphodsgirl

Work With Me by Starshaker

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Allura + zinnias (thoughts of absent friends)

More of my Victorian flower language art! :’) There are many flowers that I think could represent Allura, but I like this one the best. S3 showed us vulnerable, helpess Allura, which was fantastic. We’ve only seen her strenghts so far, so it’s nice to see how she actually struggles, and how she manages it. I would really like to see more!
Also, this girl has lost SO MUCH, yet we have barely seen her grieve. I’ve taken matters into my own hands here, haha.

Whatever it was we said that night is gone,
framed like a photograph nobody took.
Stretched out on a camp cot with the book,
I think that we will talk all night again
there,
or another where, but I am wrong.
—  Marilyn Hacker, from “An Absent Friend,” A Stranger’s Mirror: New and Selected Poems 1994-2014 (W. W. Norton & Company, 2016)
Expulsion

Request: “Hello! I’m so in love with your imagines! I was wondering if you could write one with young newt x reader when the reader is also a hufflepuff and they’re best friends and she has a crush on him but he gets expelled from school because he took the blame for Leta’s experiment or whatever it was? 🙈 or just something when he gets used by Leta? Thank you 💕”

Word Count: 1,321

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @whatinbenaddiction @studyforthreehands @thosefantasticbeast2 @benniesgalaxy


For the first time in a long time, it’s quiet in the Hufflepuff common room. The crackle of the gentle fire burning away in the fireplace brings a peaceful feel to the room, as does the sound of bugs chirruping outside the low windows. Stars blink lazily in the sky outside, hardly paying you and your best friend any attention. You both sit with your backs against the wood of the mantelpiece, thighs pressed together, a shared patchwork quilt draped over both your shoulders.

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” You keep your voice low, quiet, hesitant to break the peace that’s built in the room hours after everyone else left for the night.

“I have to.”

You watch Newt unravel two strands from the corner of the quilt, fingers quickly tugging the ends apart. “She’ll still like you even if you don’t.”

The firelight dances across Newt’s nose, highlighting the faint freckles that cross the bridge of his face and splatter over his ruddy cheeks. “Do you think so?”

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Carried Away Like Butterflies / 17k

For karamelised

“Actually…” Liam said, scratching his chin absently. “I have a friend who is moving to London soon.”

“Without anywhere to live? Who is it? Do I want them living in my home?!”

“You met him at my birthday party. Harry, from Cheshire. Remember? Really tight jeans, curly hair down to here?”

Realisation dawned on Louis, staring at Liam who was gesturing round about his nipples. Did he remember Harry? Did he remember Harry? He remembered Harry’s square front teeth biting into his collarbone, and he remembered Harry moaning, loud and obscene with no provocation. He remembered Harry dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and roughly pulling Louis closer. He remembered, vividly, Harry’s lovely plump lips wrapping around his-

“Lou?”

“Uh- what?” Louis said, startled. “Oh, yeah. Um, I think I remember him.”

It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.

nostalgiabomb  asked:

I have seen the "Season of Mist" toast attributed to another author. Did you create it, or did you borrow it? I just want to make sure I'm giving proper credit when I get it tattooed.

I wrote it.

 I just googled “To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due,” and the only examples I could find on Google were attributed either to me, or to Hob Gadling, the character in Sandman who says the toast. 

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Carried Away Like Butterflies 

by  waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee

Chapters: 1/1 (17234 words)
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Tomlinson/Deakin family (mentioned), including Jay
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, it’s a bit complicated, One Night Stand, Events assistant Louis, Lighting technician Harry, doesn’t have much bearing on the story really, Pining, Homeowner Louis, because he’s a grown up, Drunk Harry, Flirting, The Art of Seduction, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Fluff


Summary:

“Actually…” Liam said, scratching his chin absently. “I have a friend who is moving to London soon.”
“Without anywhere to live? Who is it? Do I want them living in my home?!”
“You met him at my birthday party. Harry, from Cheshire. Remember? Really tight jeans, curly hair down to here?”
Realisation dawned on Louis, staring at Liam who was gesturing round about his nipples. Did he remember Harry? Did he remember Harry?
He remembered Harry’s square front teeth biting into his collarbone, and he remembered Harry moaning, loud and obscene with no provocation. He remembered Harry dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and roughly pulling Louis closer. He remembered, vividly, Harry’s lovely plump lips wrapping around his-
“Lou?”
“Uh- what?” Louis said, startled. “Oh, yeah. Um, I think I remember him.”


It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.

(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST)

(This week fic rec is an obvious example of “when I’m sad, I read famous/not famous AU. Bear with me)

 -  Here In The Afterglow , by @fondleeds  :  “If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.  Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.” -1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Larry Historical and High School AU (88k):  amazing fic, very accurate in terms of History, well written with great characterization. LGBTQ themes and coming out, bottom Louis for the smut. And now I want to come back to SF.

- Then We Talk Slow , by @letsjustsee : (…) A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.

Larry famous/not famous AU (20k) : okay let’s be real, I’m in love with this fic. I mean, all my fav tropes are here : famous/not famous, Twitter interaction, Tumblr fandom at their best, so much flirting, EVEN STEVE AOKI IS THERE. REad this now. Just do it. (bottom Louis for the smut)

- Reduce Me To A Pleading Cry (Break The Skin and Tantalize) , by @taggiecb : As the CEO of Styles & Styles, Harry Styles cuts a brooding and handsome figure at the helm of a very successful business. His reputation for intensity is well known, but you would be intense, too, if you had to work numbers all day, give countless orders, and conduct endless meetings. When all you really want to do at night–ache to do–is give away the reins, let someone else make the decisions, be ordered around for once, just–let go. Harry has reached his breaking point when one touch from a man whose very stance commands attention leads him back to a place he thought he’d never return. Or Harry is a broody submissive boss, Louis is a natural dom who works in the mail room at Styles & Styles, Niall is a matchmaking oracle, and a slender, dark haired man stands mute at the coffee stand encouraging others to spill their secrets.

Larry BDSM and Boss/employee AU (33k) : Hooolllyyyy god. I’m not even usually in sub/dom fics. But this is something else, REALLY. Sub!Harry and Dom!Louis, awesome smut, and really great explanations about BDSM rules.

- All the Lines We Cast Will Bring Us Home  , by @afirethatcannotdie :  Harry wakes to a series of tweet notifications.  @Louis_Tomlinson: Sooo excited to announce I’m going on tour !! In America in 5 weeks and then coming back to the UK ! Get tix here: bit.ly/LTonTour    @Louis_Tomlinson: Gonna be siiiick !! “Niall!” he yells, running out of his room. “Louis is performing at the O2 in January. Niall, I have to go. Wait. Niall. Oh my god, we’re gonna see Louis Tomlinson’s bum.”  AU. The one where Louis is a famous singer, Harry’s a uni student obsessed with his music, and sometimes things have a way of working out.

Larry famous/.not famous AU (10k), cute and fluffy, with Tumblr / Twitter themes. No smut.

- Carried Away Like Butterflies , by anonymous : “Actually…” Liam said, scratching his chin absently. “I have a friend who is moving to London soon.”
“Without anywhere to live? Who is it? Do I want them living in my home?!”
“You met him at my birthday party. Harry, from Cheshire. Remember? Really tight jeans, curly hair down to here?” Realisation dawned on Louis, staring at Liam who was gesturing round about his nipples. Did he remember Harry? Did he remember Harry? He remembered Harry’s square front teeth biting into his collarbone, and he remembered Harry moaning, loud and obscene with no provocation. He remembered Harry dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and roughly pulling Louis closer. He remembered, vividly, Harry’s lovely plump lips wrapping around his- “Lou?” “Uh- what?” Louis said, startled. “Oh, yeah. Um, I think I remember him.” -  It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.

Larry Roomates AU (17k) : ahaha I love the plot so much !! so this is very funnt, with a lot of pining, so good smut (bottom Louis) and nicely done !

- What do you mean he’s coming? , by @mediawhorefics : When Harry accepted to be his sister’s Maid of Honour, despite how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking Tomlinson. Harry is screwed.

Larry famous not famous and ex friends to lovers AU (15k) : so actor Louis and photographer Harry, a “long time no see” story, perfect for when you’re sad :) (no smut)

- Stars and Boulevards , by @cherrystreet : They’d been friends for years, had known each other throughout middle school and into high school, meeting in a music class on a sticky September morning. They hit it off instantly, falling into one another immediately, never looking back. Their friendship was comfortable, genuine, safe, always there, achingly present and solid. Harry never felt uneasy confiding in Louis, their one year age gap making Louis somehow seem more worldly, more experienced, and even when Harry had to look down at Louis, he still looked up to him. They spent the quickly passing school years making each other’s homes their own, Harry’s mom calling Louis her honorary second son, Louis’ mom giving Harry a similar title, and everyone knew that if you wanted to find Harry, you had to find Louis first. 

Larry Uni and coming back together AU (6k): well written, with a BFF to lovers relationship is reaching the break-up point because … life and long distance. nicely done, with happy end, and barely smutty (bottom Louis)

- Like Candy In My Veins , by @littlelouishiccups :  “Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”  “Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”   Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”

Larry a/b/o and fake relationship AU (30k), add some hate to love, some amazing sisters, great smut (bottom Louis) and you’ll get an unconventional Christmas fic :p

Word Count: 2031
Author’s Note: So I have this personal headcanon that Bones loves filthy limericks, but he’s too much of a gentleman to share them unless he’s really, really intoxicated. This, coupled with his horrible flirting in Into Darkness, gave me this fic to share with you. tagging @youre-on-a-starship​ and @outside-the-government​ because they both expressed such interest in the idea.


You’d heard about the legendary shore leave shenanigans of the Enterprise crew, even before you’d been assigned to her. Rumour had it things got absolutely crazy on the first night, and tapered off from there, depending on your division. Operations was rumoured to party the hardest, partly to remind themselves they were alive, you guessed. You’d been told they remembered to toast their absent friends individually every night. Science was the next most likely to go on a prolonged tear, but you didn’t find that difficult to believe. Science held within it the Medical Corp, and you’d never met a nurse who wasn’t just a little bit wild. Additionally, the science labs were full of the kind of equipment that allowed bored officers to brew moonshine. That left Command as the Cinderella squad, destined to leave before the party really got started. But it was a comparative scale, really, and you suspected with a captain like Jim Kirk, the Command division wasn’t going to be leaving the ball before the fun started.

You’d been aboard for about six months when shore leave was announced, and you hoped your liver was up to the task. The gleam in Christine Chapel’s eye suggested it might not be.

“Come on, Doc,” she gestured to you. “We should find out what they’ve been cooking in the back of the lab.”

“I don’t know about this,” you replied, hesitant. She laughed and linked her arm in yours.

“First shore leave is always the worst. Just plan to alternate booze and water, and put a hypo at your bedside. You can step whoever you wake up with through giving it to you,” she winked.

“Whoever I wake up with?” You gaped. You hadn’t been on the ship long enough to make those types of connections.

“Think of it like a rite of passage, Y/N. Eventually, you’ll make a mistake and sleep with someone on this boat. You’re better off doing it sooner than later. And better to do it drunk on shore leave. Because then you can blame not knowing people better, and too much booze,” she explained. You shook your head.

“I don’t know, Chris, that seems pretty calculated.” You couldn’t help but blush just thinking about trying to seduce any of the crew you’ve met so far. There wasn’t really anyone who did anything for you. Well, there was one person. Who was completely off limits.

“You’ll thank me for this wisdom later, Doc.” She winked, and continued to lead you through the maze of the lab until you reached the very back. “Hey, Jameson, what’s cooking back here?”

“Would you believe I’ve managed a completely flavourless 100 proof coming out of the still right now?” Lt. Jameson grinned. “We’ll have to be very careful with it.” She offered a beaker to Christine who took a sip and tipped her head, her eyes wide.

“Oh, wow. That’s smooth,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “Try it, Y/N.” She pressed the beaker into your hand and you gave her a worried look as you tilted the glass to take a sip. It tasted like water, but it burned going down.

“Oh, that’s trouble,” you commented, garnering a laugh from both women. Christine clapped you on the back.

“Stick with me, Doc. I’ll make sure you survive,” she promised.


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