A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter, the boy who lived!”
• You being introduced to him by Clay.
• Jeff and you hitting off immediately.
• Clay regretting it when he becomes the third wheel.
• “Oh, look at that! You brought Y/N again.”
• You getting kicked out by Clay, because Jeff doesn’t manage to focus with you being there.
• Tons of girls flirting with Jeff, but you not getting jealous because you trust Jeff completely.
• Him trusting you just as much, but still getting jealous.
• “Monty, back off from my girl!”
• “It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s all the boys!”
• Him being completely whipped and not even bothering to hide it.
• “Can I do your makeup? Please please please!”
• “Okay, but no eyeliner, that took ages for me to wash off last time.”
• Him remembering milestones you can’t even imagine remembering.
• “Today it was two months since you met my parents.”
• Everyone else being disgusted by the amount of fluff you have in your relationship.
• You getting ready for Jessica’s party together, him even offering to do your makeup.
• You declining of course, and him pouting and giving you the puppy dog eyes.
• “No, sorry babe.. Another time.”
• Jeff giving himself the job as driver, but you refusing.
• “You’re always the driver, have some fun tonight.”
• Bryce asking if Jeff can get some beer, but Jeff shaking his head.
• “I’ve been drinking, ask someone else.” (#Jeffdeservedbetter)
• Him giving you a promise ring at your first anniversary.
• “I know this is kinda soon, but I love you. And I promise that one day, I will marry you.”
• Him holding his promise.
you do an imagine where connor’s really good at painting and the reader says to
“draw them like one of your french girls” (if you wanna make it nsfw
Ah yes, the good
ol French girl. Also!!! I won’t be writing NSFW for a while, sorry!! o: Thank
you for the request! <3
Implied sexual situation at the end
Connor Murphy’s favorite muse was nature. No matter what
thoughts came to nip at him, he would be able to calm himself down with
painting. He would get every fine
detail, every grain of sand, every little leaf on the tree. Connor Murphy could
paint an entire series of scenic artworks, each inspired by a photo, and each
would look more beautiful than the actual place. However, he refused to draw
what he thought to be most beautiful.
Connor Murphy refused to draw you.
No matter how much you begged him too, he would never so much as sketch you out. He
decided he wasn’t going to draw you because he was afraid of not being able to
get every detail.
He wanted to get the way your eyes sparkle in the light, the
way that your hair shines, and the way your face curves.
Connor Murphy wanted to line every detail of your face,
something he believed to be impossible.
Its currently two in the morning, and Connor sits on his
bed, painting a photo that you had taken the other day. You watch him as he
gently strokes the canvas with the small, fine brush. Each stroke was taken
While this wasn’t always an effective method of venting, it
was enough to get his hands steady. Enough to have him think one thought at a
time. It was enough to give him time to think.
Connor continues to paint, and you continue to watch. You
work on your homework (and a few parts of Connor’s homework so he would have
less to do), and quietly hum. This is the typical after school routine. Rarely
do the two of you not do this, and rarely is it ever at his house.
When you finish the homework, you set it to the side and
walk over to Connor.
“You need to take a break. You’re going to turn into a damn
tree. Do you want to become a tree, Connor? Get cut down and turned into a
“Y/N, that would be the best moment of my life.”
“You are unbelievable.”
Connor smirked slightly, and set down his brush. Turning
towards you, he grabs your hand, and pulls you over to your door.
“Connor, where are we going?” You say slowly, excited for
where you might be going.
“Hell, if I know.”
You have a good reason to be excited.
By the time you had arrived, it was already dusk. It seemed
that you were brought to a woodsy area, not one that you are familiar with.
Connor led you into the woods, walking like he has been here thousands of times
“Connor,” You started, “What is this place?”
Instead of responding, Connor gently squeezed your hand, and
After walking for a few more minutes, the two of your
entered a clearing. The clearing had a few different canvases placed against
trees, brushes scattered all over the ground, and lanterns that hung lazily
Connor led you over to a tree stump, and sat down.
“Care to not be so mysterious and spooky?”
Connor smiled slightly, and picked up a canvas. “Seeing you
confused is way more entertaining. It’s cute.”
You roll your eyes and sit next to him. “Where did you get
the lanterns from?”
“Zoe. She got pissed off when they disappeared, but she got
new ones so, I guess she didn’t really give that much of a shit.”
“And how did you find this area? It’s beautiful.”
“When you leave home every other fucking night, you start to
explore.” Connor grabbed a paint brush, and a few different colors.
You nodded, and watching him. “I’m… I’m glad you showed me
Connor applied paint to his brush, and flicked it at you.
Letting out a small, squeal you gently push him. “When I
asked you to paint me, I didn’t mean like that!”
He chuckled slightly and gently stroked the brush against
your nose. “Shit, dude, I guess we have two different definitions of that. Oh
“You are sucha dick
Connor just continued to smile – if you could call it that –
but you could still see the happiness in his eyes. Out of all of the ways to
show emotion, his eyes held the most.
You continued to watch Connor paint well past midnight. The
two of you said very little, mostly just enjoying each other’s company.
Every so often, you’d glance at Connor’s face, and notice
his features. His eyebrows would raise in concentration, or his eyebrows would
furrow in concentration. Occasionally, he would stick his tongue out slightly.
He pulled his hair back loosely, allowing a few strands to flow freely.
You didn’t even notice that you were staring until you had
paint flicked at you. Again.
You just rolled your eyes, and scooted in front of where
Connor was sitting. Placing your head on one of his knees, you poked his side.
Connor glanced down at you, and continued painting. “What,
you’re going to blow me in the middle of forest? Didn’t know you were into that
“Ew, what the hell, no! Maybe this is just a really
comfortable position, Murphy.” You stick your tongue out, and gently poke his
After waiting a few more minutes, you scoot backwards. “Hey,
“Draw me like one of your French girls!” You say, striking a
pose on the ground, and lifting your leg up slightly.
Connor looks at you for a moment, his face heating up. “You what?”
You huff, and strike another pose, this time while one your
back. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Murphy!”
Leaning back, Connor rested his foot on his knee. “That’s…
Kinda hot, y’know.”
You laugh and lie on the ground. “Is it? Is it really?”
Smirking, Connor places the materials to the side, and moves
to crawl on top of you, holding himself up with his elbows. “Yes, yes it is.”
You gently cup his cheek with one hand, and gently pushing a
stray strand of hair behind his ear with the other. “Can we do something crazy?”
“Crazy? I’d say this is the usual.”
You laugh and kiss Connor, wrapping your arms around his
neck. Connor deepens the kiss slightly, smirking.
You might be getting something even better than a painting.
Cassandra: Gasps in shock, and just stares for a few moments, unable to respond– she doesn’t know how. Finally, she squeaks out “Are you certain?” to which the Inquisitor just smiles and nods. Cassandra soon smiles back and congratulates the Inquisitor. She’s certain that their child will be wonderful, and she looks forward to having any part in their life. If Romanced: Cassandra hears that she’s pregnant, and just stops short. Never, not once, did she ever seriously think she’d be a mother, but now… now she doesn’t know how to feel. But when her lover hugs her and mentions what a happy family they’ll be, she smiles. Everything will be fine. It doesn’t stop her from punching her lover in the arm, though. She’s going to have to give up fighting and sparring for nine months or more.
Blackwall: Grins and congratulates the Inquisitor. “You’ll be a great parent.” With that, he sets to work on building a crib, toys, you name it. He swells with pride at the thought that his friend’s child will be swaddled in the crib soon enough, and he’ll be an uncle of sorts. If Romanced: “I… I’m going to be a…” He almost faints at the news. Joy and terror come to him in equal measure. He’s not certain he’s worthy of being a father, but as his lover embraces him, he relaxes a little for the moment. He’d do his best, and he’d be damned if any harm came to his child or his lover. Over the next few months, the baby’s room slowly fills with a crib, toys upon more toys, like a rocking horse and painted blocks and a shelf for children’s books, anything he can think of.
Iron Bull: He congratulates the Inquisitor cheerfully, and is about to buy a drink for them when he realizes he can’t do that while they’re pregnant. Then he feels bad for them a bit. “This is great for you, Boss, but it also sucks. You’re puking and you can’t drink. Or fight. Oh, man, that sucks.” He’s happy for the Inquisitor, still. If Romanced: He doesn’t know how to respond right away. He just pulls his lover closer, stroking their back, and staring forward for a few moments in silence. There’s no such thing as fathers under the Qun. But he wasn’t under the Qun anymore, and he certainly never saw this coming. Finally, he just kisses his partner, rubbing a hand over their belly gently. He’d try his best, for his new Charger on the way. He tells the Chargers, who shout and cheer in utter delight. Krem, soon to be an uncle, begins sewing so many stuffed animals for the little one.
Sera: She’s excited; “I’m gonna be an aunt!” she cries cheerfully. She starts bringing the Herald all sorts of treats like cookies and baked goods, which only get better in quality as she practices. She’s also first to volunteer to make weird foods when the cravings start, and she often likes to feel the Herald’s belly once activity can be felt. She calls the little one, even before they’re born, “the little Jenny.” If Romanced: They wanted children, but no orphanage would adopt out to an elf and her wife, who was possibly of a different race than Sera. They’re both quite downcast until Dagna offers an experimental solution, and soon thereafter a number of potions and spells and sex, the Herald is pregnant. Sera doesn’t know how or why it worked– she never cared much for magical rubbish– but she’s thrilled, and she spends most of her time afterwards spoiling and fawning over her wife and unborn child. “We’re gonna be mums!” she cries cheerfully, again and again and again.
Varric: He’s happy for the Inquisitor, and he congratulates them. He wryly mentions that he’ll have to start writing children’s books. The Herald initially thinks he’s joking, but within a few months, children’s books penned by Varric Tethras hit the market, and free copies are sent to the Inquisitor. They’re dedicated to their child, and the books are a hit. Cole: Knew before someone told him. “Tearing, shaking, so sick, but bubbling, excited, alive. You are happy and nauseous. I want to help.” He helps the rest of the pregnancy by getting the Herald pillows and treats and encourages them to rest and eat properly. He also alerts the healers whenever anything happens. The Inquisitor has a remarkably smooth pregnancy, in part due to his fussing.
Dorian: “Does this mean I get to be an uncle?” he asks cheerfully, teasingly. He’s thrilled when the Inquisitor laughs and says yes, and joy bubbles in him as he congratulates his best friend. He begins looking up spells to aid with nausea and back pain, though many of his thoughts are pulled to what he’s going to do with his niece/nephew when they’re born. He has so much to teach them– he wants to be the cool uncle. When they’re actually born and he meets the little one, he almost starts crying. He has nothing but so much love for the little one. If Romanced: He’s surprised when his lover comes back with a baby in his arms, sheepishly stating that someone left the baby on Skyhold’s door. Dorian is uncertain of himself at first, but he takes to reading with his child in his lap, and quickly finds himself completely attached to the little one. More than once, he and the baby fall asleep in the rocking chair, a book dropped in his lap.
Vivienne: She smiles, congratulates the Inquisitor, and gets to work. She helps Josephine plan the baby shower, arranges for the best healer who deals with childbirth to arrive to work with the Inquisitor, and makes plans to take the Inquisitor to Orlais to get some maternity gowns and clothes for the baby, and then to a spa visit in Halamshiral. She also orders a large amount of ginger tea for the Inquisitor to drink, for it aids with nausea, and will limit incidents of running off to throw up around guests. When the baby is born, she fawns over them, dubbing herself “the favorite aunt.”
Solas: He’s surprised, but he wishes the Inquisitor the best, and begins offering remedies for ills like nausea and muscle pain. If the Inquisitor is an elf, he writes up a number of old elven stories suitable for children. Otherwise, he feels a tinge of guilt for what’s to come. If Romanced: He finds out just before Corypheus is defeated, and never before has he ever been this torn in his life. He both does and doesn’t want to forsake what he feels is his duty to the elvhen people, but desperately, he wants to get back with his lover, forget everything, live in bliss with his to-be wife and child. He is actually unable to respond at first, and the all of others begin hounding him relentlessly to get back together with the Inquisitor and marry her. Sera even threatens at arrowpoint not to fuck this up. He wants to, so much. He may crack.
Cullen: Doesn’t really know how to respond, but he manages to sputter out congratulations and smiles at them– a little light in the darkness. He doubles security around the Herald, much to their exasperation. If Romanced: His mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the words. His heart is fluttering, both from fear and excitement. He’s not sure if he’s worthy of being a father, but the Inquisitor hugs him, and he holds his wife. He realizes that, in spite of his worries, this is the happiest he’s ever been in his life. For once, everything was going right. He spends every moment that isn’t working trying to fuss over her, and he writes Mia for advice. He wants to do everything he can right, and when his child is born, he’s left a little shocked that here he was, married, loved, safe, with a child of his own to adore. He has no words, and never thought his life would get this much better.
Leliana: Knew before the Inquisitor told her, via her agents, and she surreptitiously has more agents follow the Herald around to ensure that they are safe and healthy. When the baby is born, she acts nothing like the stern, scary self she has become known for. She loves the child, and spoils them constantly. She likes to sing to the little one, and one night, when the child won’t sleep, she comes and sings a lullaby. The child quickly settles back to sleep, and she quietly tucks them in, much to the parents’ shocked surprise that she got the baby to calm so quickly.
Josephine: Jumps right into planning a baby shower, and other business. She scours the Orlesian catalogs for everything the baby needs, and only gets them the best, and nothing but the best. Everyone would see that the child of the Herald would be as praised and rejoiced as the Inquisitor themselves. When the baby is born, she’s at a loss at first as she coos over the little one. If Romanced: She’s overwhelmed when she finds out she’s pregnant. There’s so much to do, and it takes a lot of effort on her beloved’s part to get her to relax and take care of herself. She frets over everything– clothes, tutors, food, she wants her child to have the best of everything. She’s excited, so excited, but so distracted by a million thoughts and concerns. When she has the baby, she finds herself often gently singing Antivan lullabies, her child in her arms, as she relaxes with her lover.
My English teacher left me very confused when learning about Romeo and Juliet. He said that it wasn't a love story because they didn't love each other; Juliet just basically used Romeo, but I don't know what to think. Can you please explain to me if it's a love story, tragedy, or both?
Did your teacher say that Juliet used Romeo? How rude.
The first thing we have to remember is that the feud is the exponent of an unhealthy ideology that promotes violence, hatred, prejudice, and brutal misogyny. Don’t ever forget the world they lived in. Romeo and Juliet are not normal teenagers living in a normal world and making stupid decisions. They are children whose mental health ends up destroyed by the ideals of their families. I just won’t stand anyone who refers to them as ‘dumb’ because it’s a very insulting way of dismissing the destructiveness of social oppression and abuse. It’s so evident that their families caused their deaths that at the end of the play nobody has the guts to blame them for their own deaths and dismiss their emotions as shallow or dishonest. What they have done is too monstrous for them to deny. When both patriarchs find the young lovers dead together in the crypt they see the wrong in their actions and take responsibility for it. They know they killed their children. It was not teenage folly that ruined Romeo and Juliet. It was a sick society that glorified violence and prejudice.
Perhaps your male teacher is annoyed by the fact that Juliet hardly fits in the role of a sixteenth-century obedient wife who goes along with whatever her husband has to say. On the contrary, Juliet has a voice of her own. It is evident from the first conversation between the lovers that she has a very particular, specific way of thinking, and which doesn’t necessarily match that of Romeo. For instance, she gently mocks his stereotyped courtship when she says “you kiss by the book.” I would say she is a far better poet than him—he actually learns from her. Think about the way she corrects him when he tries to swear his love by the moon. She literally rationalizes everything. Romeo needs to get on her level. Later on, he will ask her to “sweeten with thy breath / This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue / Unfold the imagined happiness that both / Receive in either by this dear encounter,” to which Juliet answers that “conceit, more rich in matter than in words, / Brags of his substance, not of ornament”. You see, she doesn’t always agree with him, and she presents her own points of view resolutely. She is the one to give lessons.