I’ve been intense BNHA trash as of late. I’m sweating for the next chapter to come out. But I’ve honestly fallen so SO SO hard for All Might and Midoriya like??? I want them to be happy. I want one canon hug between them and my soul will ascend thank you.
“It’s nearly three o'clock, do you think Harry forgot about having tea with us?” Narcissa looked out of the small kitchen window. The farm house she lived in now was nothing compared to the manor, but after everything that had taken place there nothing like the manor sounded just right to her.
“He might have, but his secretary most certainly hasn’t.” Her son answered lightly. Now that he was nearing his thirties he’d become a more quiet, less dramatic man. Less like her ex-husband and more like herself. She loved that development.
“Well then I’d better put the kettle on.” Narcissa smiled as she made a move, knowing that she only had to wait a second or two before…
“I’ll do that, if you really want to do something you can check if Teddy’s room is dust free for his arrival from Hogwarts tomorrow.” Her sister pushed her away from the stove, sounding mad but looking blissfully happy. “You know how sensitive his asthma is.”
“I think there won’t be time for that.” Narcissa looked around to see her son had wandered back into the living room, where he was now looking out of the window. “Harry took the back door.”
And indeed an indian-looking man with hair modeled like a bird’s nest was very busy climbing over the garden fence as he balanced a large cake tin in his arms.
“I told him not to bring anything.” She sighed, shaking her head as the chickens in the garden noticed the newcomer and ran towards him.
“But we all know he never listens to anyone.” Draco chuckled as he watched Harry spot the chickens.
“We do. Now get a move on and give that poor man a hand before the chickens eat him.” Narcissa nudged her son towards the garden door and eyed his happy complexion with bliss. She loved seeing her son so happy. It almost made her forget her own terrible experiences with love.
“Stop following me!” Harry yelled at the chickens outside, who were now flocked around his feet. “Go away!”
“Don’t move Harry!” Her son yelled from the garden door, his voice scared and his face a mask of fear. “They might eat you!”
“They might what?!” Harry yelled shocked as he froze in place.
“Eat you, they’re flesh eating chickens.” Draco replied worriedly as he slipped into the rubber boots standing next to the garden door. The he took a deep breath as if he was bracing himself before charging into battle.
“Are you fucking seri-” but Harry was cut off by Draco charging at him, sweeping him off his feet and running back inside with him. At the last moment Narcissa prevented Harry’s baked goods from falling on the floor with a quick floatation charm.
“Draco put me down!” Harry yelled when he’d overcome the shock of seeing Draco in rubber boots.
“Not until I’ve saved you from the blood thirsty chickens!” Her son answered as he started laughing, letting Harry in on the fact that there was nothing to fear.
Narcissa chuckled and decided that, since the wedding day was coming closer, she might as well have some fun with her soon to be son in law. “Well well well, the great Harry Potter scared of a bunch of chickens.” She drawled in the best Draco imitation voice she could manage as her son carried Harry inside bridal style. “Wait till my father hears about this.”
“Lay off him cousin dear.” Sirius chuckled from where he lay in his husband’s lap. “Your poultry is bloody terrifying. They should all be killed if you asked me.”
“Oh just give up already Siri,” Remus rolled his eyes. “You know she’ll never let you chase the chickens.”
Her cousin pouted and buried his face in Remus’ soft stomach. “Ahgh! Pads that tickles!” Remus yelled, pushing Sirius off the couch.
“Whatever happened to the sophisticated pureblood family I’m about to marry into?” Harry shook his head as Draco came to a standstill. Narcissa, feeling uncharacteristically giddy, let Harry’s cake crash into her son so hard he and his fiance toppled onto the floor, joining Sirius on the carpet.
“Oh! I love this idea!” Tonks exclaimed when she entered the room through the front door. “I’ve always thought furniture is just a complot to let people fall on their faces.”
“Because only you are clumsy enough to trip over a ten feet long chaise lounge.” Fleur shook her head as she eyed her wife, who was now lying on the floor next to Sirius.
“It was dark!” The now blue haired woman yelled in defence.
“The couch was neon pink Tonks!” Fleur shouted back. “Fluorescent neon pink!”
“Where did you find a neon pink couch?” Harry asked surprised as he managed to free himself from underneath Draco, who had refused to get up, claiming that Harry was quite comfy to lie on.
“Please don’t tell him.” Narcissa’s son begged. “He’ll want one for our new appartment.”
“Are you two finally moving out of that tiny closet?” Andromeda asked as she entered the living room with a large tea tray.
“Yes Harry, Draco, when are the two of you finally coming out of the closet?” Sirius smirked, before Remus hit him over the head with the book he’d been trying to read.
“You’re terrible Pads.”
“But you still love me, don’t you Moony?” Sirius got up to his knees and looked at his husband with puppy eyes. Remus just sighed, muttered I do but Merlin knows why and pushed Sirius away with his foot so he landed on his back on the floor again.
“Are we going to buy Harry and Draco a neon pink couch?” Andromeda whispered conspiratorially in Narcissa’s ear.
“Where do you think Tonks was when she tripped over it?” Narcissa asked her sister with a smirk.
“You didn’t!” Andromeda whispered back, eyes wide in shock.
“Just ask Ted if you don’t believe me.” Narcissa winked and then moved to sit next to Remus. After all there was only so much silliness she could bear on one day.
And this, she thought contentedly, before starting a conversation about Remus’ DADA classes, really is silly. But it’s silly in the most wonderful way in the world.
So I was chased by my own chickens today, and this one shot was supposed to be about that and nothing else but my brain refused to listen. Anyhow I hope you enjoyed it!
me, hanging off of quentin tarantino’s ceiling fan like a gargoyle: listen Quentin mpal it doesn’t matter that you intended Orange and White to have a father/son styled mentor relationship, you created a Shakespearean-esque gay narrative which leaves the viewer wondering if there’s more to the relationship than meets the eye. you added depth to an otherwise machismo movie about guys bein dudes. but are you truly capable of providing such emotionally driven content?
tarantino: what the fuck how did you get in my house
BTS reaction - Their son wants to be a disney princess for halloween
(Thank you anon for this request! Again, i’m sorry everyone for me being dead for a long time. I will try to update my masterlist and post more! Thank you all my lovely followers for staying by my side)
He would totally be in on it. His son was just a child and halloween are for dressing up to all sorts of things. “Well i will be princess Jin then! Make my hair look extra pretty”
“Who said that princesses are just for girls? Me and my son will rock our costumes father and son style”
“Who set you up for this? Was it uncle Taehyung? Well.. I guess we can go and buy a Elsa dress, it’s halloween after all”
“Did i hear you right there son? You want to me Mulan for halloween? Well daddy is on it!”
“And here i got us matching pirate costumes.. Well, Y/N. You better teach me how to do a sleeping beauty make over then”
“Princess? Well i guess we could do that. You will be princess Jasmine and i will be the friendly tiger!” (Let’s be real, this sunshine would be happy to dress up as anything)
“Well, it’s halloween and that means that you can be anything you want for a night. i can’t say i expected you to pick princess Belle but let’s rock it”